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Running. Running. Even the leaves and branches seemed to want to stop her, Illithrian, priestess and princess. Keeper of the Light of the Worlds.
The dark ones were chasing here. It had been nearly three hours since the siege on the citadel. The palace had fallen, the king and queen most likely slain. Her family dead.
Still she ran for she knew that the dark ones could not, must not, touch the Light of the Worlds for with that power they can change the very nature of the Universe.
If the Light of the Worlds fell to them, they could bring about an eternal night and this is why she ran. Despite the pain, despite exhaustion, despite the wounds she suffered. Illithrian of the High House, Third Keeper of the Light, kept moving. Just a little further is where the ancient stones stood, and with them her escape from the Fey Wild...
The dark ones were chasing here. It had been nearly three hours since the siege on the citadel. The palace had fallen, the king and queen most likely slain. Her family dead.
Still she ran for she knew that the dark ones could not, must not, touch the Light of the Worlds for with that power they can change the very nature of the Universe.
If the Light of the Worlds fell to them, they could bring about an eternal night and this is why she ran. Despite the pain, despite exhaustion, despite the wounds she suffered. Illithrian of the High House, Third Keeper of the Light, kept moving. Just a little further is where the ancient stones stood, and with them her escape from the Fey Wild...
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