| Then slowly, ever so slowly, she felt a power course through her fiery veins, a power that she yearned to connect to but feared all the same. Gently she laid his heavy head upon the cold cavern floor and stood. As black as night and smouldering with hatred, she stood, and faced the enemy, the one who had attempted to destroy the land and turn friend against friend, its aura patronising, seething, hating, and…and…frustrated!
Before her it undulated, another form now, a…
Then she realised what she could do! Was it a borrowed conscience or a prophecy? “Someone here will die this day” Suddenly her flesh leapt into violent flame illuminating the putrid lair, white hot in its raging intensity. She stood for a moment, a calm descending with the realisation, and then with a roar of anger and grief she sped forward…and in her mind -- as she flung herself bodily at the gaseous mass -- she screamed the word “Avenge!”…as she leapt she acknowledged the accompanying fireballs from her comrades in the cavern in an empathetic moment of clarity…and the resulting explosion of light was silent, blinding and euphoric.
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Parachute for sale, like new! Never opened!
Guinness, black goes with everything.
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