Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140811160952/@comment-5583506-20140811211731

Sidion chuckled at the futile attempt at his life and disapparated into a black fog.

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"Do you think she is alive?" said a voice somewhere in the distance.

"The poor thing is barely breathing", boomed another.

''Who's there? ''she thought. Anyone? ​No response. Cara? No response. ''Dracius? ''No response. Varg? No response...

"Look, she is opening her eyes", said the first voice.

"Her ragged little breath sounds like a death rattle though", proclaimed the other. "Maybe we should just let her go in peace? Remember how it was with uncle Tontillius?"

A loud smack was heard followed by groaning.

"What was that far for?!"

"Enough! Help me carry her!"

Mara wasn't conscious enough to understand what was going on. All she could feel was that someone held her feet and head up and lifted her off from the cold ground - up in the air.

''Am I finally at peace? ''she thought before darkness took her and she drifted away.