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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