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Thoughts of an Out of Place Soul
I recall the running. I recall being chased.
The ghost.
It is before me, out from the wall ahead.
Charging. Must steel Soul for battle.
NO -- Beaten!
Floating, fighting , struggling to control.
A turn. The others are here.
Fighting.
More Imps?! Dancing and Chanting. What is...
NO -- I am pulled.
Try, try again, try thrice. All failure.
All is Orange. This is not The Creator’s Hearth.
The Fire Opal?
Violence beyond this place.
Company. Suddenly I am no longer alone.
Him -- the Gnoll -- he is here.
Fight -- separation -- fight -- separation
A voice! Who calls to Kessen? Why can I hear?
His Gem! I call out. Does it hear? Do they Know?
I cannot tell.
Gnoll! Fight -- separation -- fight -- separation
The pulse of Dabbers? Gone now if it was at all.
Arguing from beyond this orange realm.
Strange touch. From where?
Light! A pinhole of bright white. Exit?
The gnoll.
A snarl, a boast.
"Shut Up." I swing. I hit.
Gnoll falls. I ignore.
The light calls.
The light engulfs.
I am free.
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