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The sky
above the flowered valley began to darken. Monie could no longer
hear the sound of Bealz's laughter.
She'd
stopped casting about, no longer attempting to orient herself with
anything familiar, no longer attempting to believe in something that
she knew wasn't really there.
Monie,
standing in the middle of an endless field of flowers, feels trapped.
Feels an unwanted intrusion. She scanned the horizon, searching for
her captor. She grew warm, could feel the air heating up around her.
She drew comfort from the heat, stoked the flames higher.
The
flowers and the silky golden grasses at her feet begin to blacken,
the soil pulls back and splits as the moisture within it is driven
out by the spreading heat. Combusting into flame, the field begins
to burn.
Monique
Felani Kokua-Binti, whose name means Daughter of Earth, The Undying
Warrior, standing at the heart of the conflagration, the shambling
and shuffling, confused persona burned away, withdraws her dagger.
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