Thothalas ran through the marshy ground at a breakneck speed. The humid air clung to his laboring lungs. The new strength that filled his body was almost intoxicating if he was not running toward a battle he feared was already over. Cadbury clung to the satchel, handling the bumpy ride as best she could as she chittered excitedly."That is the future, little one," breathed the mage. "Let's us think of the here and now. Our friends need us."
The bunny made sure that the subject was anything but closed; however, she did quiet her complaints, and Thothalas felt their magic caress the back of his mind like the rememberance of a friend.
He skidded to a stop in the muck. Far off, he thought he heard a voice.
".... HAVE TWO OF YOUR FEMALES IN OUR COMPANY! ONE MILE EAST OF HERE IS A GROTTO, WHERE THEY WILL BE SACRIFICED TO LLOTH WHEN THE FOURTH SUN RISES! IF YOU WANT TO SEE THEM ALIVE AGAIN; ALL OF YOU WILL COME TO THE GROTTO AND SURRENDER YOURELVES! IF NOT, THEY WILL DIE!!!"
His heart pounded in his ears as he pushed forward with all his might. Suddenly the undergrowth and trees opened up into a cleared area, an area where a battle had taken place.
"Adventurer! Ashleyien! Dawn!" he called in a hoarse whisper. "Anybody! We just can't be too late!"
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