minutes had stretched by into long hours. Even when Shade had fallen to the ground the attack continued to pound down upon him. He lay as though dead and was sure that if he wasn't already he was near it. He slowly raised a hand to his head. He didn't need to look, he felt blood. He ran a hand down the side of his leg and felt the handle of a blade sticking out. Shade didn't bother to try and get up. Then he heard a call from a few yards away. It sounded desparate.
"Shade? Faye?"
Shade let out a groan and added
Shade-Who calls out in the land of the forsaken?
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Whose cruel idea was it for the word "lisp" to have an "s" in it?
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My heart and soul belong to Thengise Greenleaf of Mirkwood.
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