[Brinniel]

Calentoliel had been walking for over an hour. She walked at an extremely slow pace, and still had not left the barrow downs.

Though she had not gone far and had taken many rests, Calentoliel felt as if she had been walking for an eternity. Her feet were sore and blistered. Her limbs ached. A sharp pain came from her upper back. But most of all, it was Calentoliel's head that hurt. The pain was intense. She had become so dizzy and her vision was so blurred that Calentoliel no longer knew which way she was going. And the walking was no good for her wound. It bled freely, and she could not find any way to stop it. She had lost so much blood.
And now, after an hour of walking, Calentoliel was beginning to feel feverish. Her clothes were damp with sweat and she was shivering.

Calentoliel had not gone much further before she fell to her knees. Her strength had finally given out, and she could no longer continue. Calentoliel looked about her, searching for any sign of hope. When she failed to find it, Calentoliel looked up into the sky, gazing through the grey clouds and into the bright sun, for what she believed to be the last time. She then closed her eyes and lost consciousness for the third time in a single day.

[ November 20, 2002: Message edited by: Brinniel ]