Wee hours of Dec 23: Mellonin
Water, water, get me out of the water. I cannot breathe. I cannot see. Oh, how I long for air. All is dark. I cannot move; tentacles surround me; their poison sucks the lifeblood from me. All is fading, and yet I cling to life.
She clawed at her knife-sheath, but could not reach it; the tentacles held her arm pinned to her side. She twisted, left, right, to no avail.
Ravion could have saved you, and you let him leave. You are a fool. And now you will drown, and will he ever even know? And with you gone, what will become of your brother? Your parents will pine, and die.
The cold slowly seeped into her heart. My parents. I cannot bear their sorrow. How they will weep.
She strained against the tentacles, but they held her fast.
I must breathe. Why do I die not? There is no breath to be found.
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