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Flindra slowly returned to consciousness and realized she was still in
the crystal cavern. Her orb burned painfully in her hand for her incredible
experience had channeled unimaginable energy through the crystal. Even so, she
clutched it in a death grip for the crystal seemed to be an anchor rooting her
to reality.
She had fallen from the cushion into a twisted heap on the floor. Pain
radiated from every part of her body. Flindra pushed her legs from beneath her
body. Movement intensified her agony, but move she must. Gripping the sides
of the cave, she forced herself to stand and clung to the wall for a moment
before her knees gave way and she collapsed. Overcome by a wave of nauseating
vertigo, she retched until there was nothing left to vomit. When she finally
gained control of her stomach, she stood and managed to keep her feet. She
paused until she was steady enough to move and then she stumbled out of the
cave like a wounded animal.
Flindra was only aware she had to find Kewero. This was the thought,
which kept her moving up the passage from the crystal cave. Her body moved out
of habit for her mind and will weren't yet focused enough for action. Finally,
she reached the upper caverns.
"Kewero," she called, but her voice sounded strange and
distant - not quite her own. She stumbled toward her bedchamber, not knowing
where else to go.
Flindra saw Kewero moving to her. She seemed to be walking oddly,
jerking back and forth. Flindra didn't realize she was the one who was
staggering like a drunk. She couldn't understand why Kewero was speaking in
some strange tongue. She could hear words but she couldn't make sense of
anything. The world was moving out of focus - everything was swimming before
her eyes. She saw the floor moving closer; she felt the cool stone on her
face; she knew no more.
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