long for Krys to realize she was lost. Her
headached and she felt really hot. Spotting a stump just
ahead of her, she slowly waded towards it. Placing
Othello on one side of it, Krys slipped up on the other.
Looking down at the dagger still stuck in her leg, Krys
noticed her leg had turned black around it. Cursing her
luck, Krys knew the dagger had been poisoned. Trying
once again, Krys grabbed the dagger's hilt slowly.
Bitting down on her bottom lip, she slowly began to pull
on it. Her pain ridden moans soon turned to agonized
cries, but knowing it had to come out, she didn't stop
pulling. Her fevered mind screamed as the dagger slowly
began to slip from her thigh. A black ooze seeped from
the wound as she tried to examine it as best she
could. Othello looked at her sadly as if he knew just
how bad it all was and hurt. Sitting down next to
her, the pup looked at her closely.
Feeling sick to
her stomach, Krys leaned over and vomited into the
murky swamp water. Her body was shaking as she tried
hard to focus on her surroundings. Seeing nothing
familar, she hugs herself and waits for her mind to
clear....
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