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"Do you think the desert is a fitting place to die?" Santhar clutched his side, his life seeping from him, "Do you think the desert claim us fair.."

"The red eyes above see death" came the harsh caw of the shadow his companion held, They looked up yet failed to see. Only feeling the heat of the twin suns above, shifting slightly they looked to Santhar

"Is not everywhere a fitting place for ol death? Yet do not speak of such ends yet. Death is far, life is close." He, no, she? Santhar could hardly remember, "See that cave? The stretch is far, yet doable. Life is possible"

"The red eyes above spell death! Spell death!!" The shadow stretched its wings to caw out that grim omen. Santhar laughed as blood ran down his jaw,

"Your shadow seems to think quiet the opposite, uh..." he narrowed tired eyes, mind searching for a name. For the months he spent with this figure he had never caught a name.

"I am The Madriel. Slojar speaks of the twin suns and their heat. For they do see death, as the heat rises to stain the blue of the sky things below die en mass. Bodies unable to take such heat, they burn, they hurt, they scream, they die." The Madriel turned to look at the suns above, feeling the scorch from those eyes of death. A burn from two almighty gods, "We are such things. Yet, we do not scream out yet now do we? Death is life dear Santhar. For death can claim non if there is non to live. Entwined are the fates, one cannot exist without the other for none would exist."

"The red eyes see death!" Came another caw,

"And the red eyes see life from which to claim, ours, yet we breathe. Have you forgot how many times your heart has stopped out here Santhar, how oft those eyes have seen you die?." The Madriel swung her tail, beating the side of the burning rock. Slithering over it, caressing that which burned flesh. Santhar couldn't feel his feet, ever scorched by the heat. His wounds burned with a heat greater than the full force of twin suns upon a desert.

"If I were to die as often as you say id be crippled by now Madriel. And I haven't died in months last I checked. Or id be, you know, dead."

"Yet you miss time? Yet you awake in my arms being carried across and endless stretch o death. The twin eyes favor you, both Slrarakinarurh and Slunimijoriath. And in turn the True Sun, Slovarrikethurtor. Now come. Brace the heat once more, I will see you to citadel safety and to safety of city beyond." And with that, Santhar felt what remained of a hand slip into his own, and once more was he led into the scorching wild.

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"Do you think the desert is a fitting place to die?" Santhar clutched his side, his life seeping from him, "Do you think the desert claim us fair.."

"The red eyes above see death" came the harsh caw of the shadow his companion held, They looked up yet failed to see. Only feeling the heat of the twin suns above, shifting slightly they looked to Santhar

"Is not everywhere a fitting place for ol death? Yet do not speak of such ends yet. Death is far, life is close." He, no, she? Santhar could hardly remember, "See that cave? The stretch is far, yet doable. Life is possible"

"The red eyes above spell death! Spell death!!" The shadow stretched its wings to caw out that grim omen. Santhar laughed as blood ran down his jaw,

"Your shadow seems to think quiet the opposite, uh..." he narrowed tired eyes, mind searching for a name. For the months he spent with this figure he had never caught a name.

"I am The Madriel. Slojar speaks of the twin suns and their heat. For they do see death, as the heat rises to stain the blue of the sky things below die en mass. Bodies unable to take such heat, they burn, they hurt, they scream, they die." The Madriel turned to look at the suns above, feeling the scorch from those eyes of death. A burn from two almighty gods, "We are such things. Yet, we do not scream out yet now do we? Death is life dear Santhar. For death can claim non if there is non to live. Entwined are the fates, one cannot exist without the other for none would exist."

"The red eyes see death!" Came another caw,

"And the red eyes see life from which to claim, ours, yet we breathe. Have you forgot how many times your heart has stopped out here Santhar, how oft those eyes have seen you die?." The Madriel swung her tail, beating the side of the burning rock. Slithering over it, caressing that which burned flesh. Santhar couldn't feel his feet, ever scorched by the heat. His wounds burned with a heat greater than the full force of twin suns upon a desert.

"If I were to die as often as you say id be crippled by now Madriel. And I haven't died in months last I checked. Or id be, you know, dead."

"Yet you miss time? Yet you awake in my arms being carried across and endless stretch o death. The twin eyes favor you, both Slrarakinarurh and Slunimijoriath. And in turn the True Sun, Slovarrikethurtor. Now come. Brace the heat once more, I will see you to citadel safety and to safety of city beyond." And with that, Santhar felt what remained of a hand slip into his own, and once more was he led into the scorching wild.