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AURA The Remnant
Reflections:

Page 1:
Panel 1: Cale and Dub riding her motorcycle, heading to left of frame, her scarf and coat flapping behind her with the speed that it is traveling, with the scarf pulled up over her mouth, and goggles down over her eyes. In the distance a few large rock formations can be seen, as well as the sun glaring down on them as it rises, and a dark formation of an oncoming sandstorm. Full page width, 1/3 height.

Narr (rectangle with gears and piping for the frame): "The Midze Desert Region."
Dub: "Faster!"
Cale: "This is as fast as it goes!"
SFX: VRRRRRRRRRRRRMMM!

Panel 2: Cale turning the bike off the road with a large skid-mark and some sparks from the angle she has tilted the bike. Seen from above at an angle so the readers can see how close the sandstorm is to them. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Cale: "Hang on, I've got an idea!"
Dub: "Wha!"
Dub 2: "What are you doing?!"
SFX: SCREEEEEEEECH!
SFX: VRRRRRMM!

Panel 3: Cale and Dub seen from behind, the motorcycle heading right toward an a rusted out truck that has been partially buried in the sand. The motorcycle is bouncing a little from the unevenness of the ground as they go along. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "There's no way we'll outrun it and we'd be swept away trying."
Dub: "Oh, I don't think I'm going to like this plan..."

Panel 4: Cale and Dub as seen from a 3/4th view of side and back, lightly seen from above, the motorcycle turning on the sand as it swings round the rusted truck, the sandstorm almost at the truck already. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

SFX: VRRRRRRRMM!

Page 2:
Panel 1: The motorcycle slipping and sliding out from under Cale, throwing her and Dub up at the rusted out truck. Full page width, 2/3 height.

SFX: VRRR-
SFX (overlapping the end of the motorcycle SFX): KSSSH!

Panel 2: Cale's helmeted head hitting the truck and Dub falling out next to her from however he was previously situated for ease of travel. The sandstorm is starting to hit the truck and go around it on both sides. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Dub: "Cale!"
SFX: THONK!
SFX: OOoOOooO

Panel 3: As seen from Cale's perspective, Dub in front of her, the motorcycle beyond, starting to get buried, but there is fuel leaking out of it and trailing downhill toward her position slowly as it dries into the sand. This panel is less defined and darker than panel 2 as Cale is passing out. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Dub: "ALE! AN OU EAR E!"
SFX (larger than 2): OOoOOOOOoOooOOOOO

Panel 4: Black. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Dub: "AL! OIN O N! EL!"
SFX (larger than 3): OOooOOOOooOOOOOoOooOOOOO

Page 3:
Panel 1: As seen from the side, slightly above. The truck is mostly covered by sand on the end facing toward the road that Cale and Dub had approached from, and the side they ended up on is also covered in a lot of sand, with a mound around where the bike fell and some where the duo ended up, with no sign of their clothing or bodies due to how smooth it is. 2/3 page width, 2/3 height.

Panel 2: Zooming in on the side where Cale and Dub ended up, a little bit of the sand shifting but nothing more, a small lizard crawling out of the truck. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Panel 3: Closer up to the side where Cale and Dub ended up, a couple fingers poking through with sand shifting, but barely visible. The small lizard is moving closer to them. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Panel 4: Cale's hand and a third of her arm poking through the sand as with fingers pointed up and arm out toward where her legs would be. The lizard is tumbling backward down the slope from the force. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Panel 5: Cale's hand moving to the side for leverage, the lizard is scurrying away. It should be obvious from how her arm is almost to the shoulder that she isn't buried too deep near the head for her to not be able to breath, but that there still is a lot of weight on her as a whole. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Page 4:
Panel 1: Cale seen from her right side, pulling the upper half of her body out of the sand. Full page.

Cale: "Haaaaaaaaaaahhh!"

Page 5:
Panel 1: Cale pulling down her scarf and goggles up, panting and catching her breath. Seen from the front, the rusted truck behind her. A few more lizards are coming out of it. Some blood on the left side of her head that is mostly dried, though she doesn't seem aware. 2/3 width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Haaahh..."
Cale 2: "That was a close one..."

Panel 2: Cale holding a hand up to block the sun as she looks in its general direction, seeing the storm in the distance receding away from her. Seen from behind. 1/3 width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Right, Dub?"

Panel 3: Cale looking back down to where her waist meets the sand, expecting Dub to be right next to her like usual. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Cale: "Dub?"

Panel 4: Cale digging through the sand and a lizard crawling up her coat. Seen from the side, slightly behind, sand being tossed behind her. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Cale: "Hang in there Dub!"

Page 6:
Panel 1: Dub standing in the sand with all but the bottom half of her ankles uncovered. The lizard is on her shoulder now. 1/3 page width, full height.

Cale: "Dub?

Panel 2: The lizard's tongue licks Cale's cheek. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Gah!"

Panel 3: Cale grabbing the lizard off her shoulder by the tail. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Little pest..."

Panel 4: One of Cale's exposed fingers gets bit by the lizard as it contorts due to her holding its tail. Close up. 1/3 page width, 2/3 height.

Cale: "Ahh!"
Cale 2: Mixed expletives.

Panel 5: Cale throwing the lizard on the ground as she shakes it off of her finger. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Get off you little-"

Panel 6: Cale looking at the bite with blood and a bit of discoloration. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: Singular expletive.

Page 7:
Panel 1: Cale moving to the mound covering her motorcycle, reaching into her pack to pull out a bandage. Full page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Where the hell did you go Dub?"

Panel 2: Cale wrapping her finger and looking off toward the road in the direction they were traveling before. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Cale: "On to town to get help?"

Panel 3: Cale digging through the sand to get at her motorcycle. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Damn sand would have clogged up so much..."

Panel 4: Cale managing to get enough of her motorcycle out to be able to see the side mirrors. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "And you'd be buffeted around..."

Page 8:
Panel 1: Cale's face shown in the mirror, dust, sand and blood clearly visible over her goggles, as well as a lot on her face itself. Seen over her shoulder, looking down into the mirror. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "And stuck, lost while trying to-"

Panel 2: Cale reaching a hand up to her helmet, taking it off, as seen from her left side. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "Save me."

Panel 3: Cale touching her injury, seen from the same side, her helmet now hanging from one of the handles of her motorcycle. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Panel 4: Cale visibly wincing, seen from the same side. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "Nnnngh!"

Page 9:
Panel 1: Cale panting and digging the motorcycle the rest of the way out of the sand. 2/3 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "Damn..."

Panel 2: Cale trying to start the motorcycle up. 1/3 page width, 1/2 height.

SFX: VR! VR! VRnnn...
SFX 2: Koh kohhh...

Panel 3: Cale crouched and peering at the fuel line which is broken, holding it in her hand. 1/3 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: Singular expletive.

Panel 4: Cale starting to push the motorcycle toward the road, as seen from behind. The shadow of the truck shows that the sun is almost at its peak now. 2/3 page width, 1/2 height.

Page 10:
Panel 1: Cale pushing the motorcycle along down the road as it follows the mostly flat path toward the mountains in the distance, a few rock formations between it and her, but a lot of shimmering light from the heat vapor on the road. Seen from behind. 1/2 page width, 1/2 page height.

Panel 2: Cale taking a pull of water from a canteen. See her bit finger is swollen and dark. 1/2 page width, 1/2 page height.

Panel 3: Cale putting the canteen back, wincing. 1/3 page width, 1/2 page height.

Panel 4: Cale looking at the bite, pulling off her glove. 1/3 page width, 1/2 page height.

Cale: "That doesn't look good..."

Panel 5: Cale continuing on, looking with the hand that is infected above her eyes as she peers in the distance at a shape approaching.

Page 11:
Panel 1: See the shimmering shape approaching, focusing on it as things start going dark. 1/3 page width, 1/3 page height.

Panel 2: See it more defined than a vague shape, but it is getting blurry and she's hallucinating her mother. 1/3 page width, 1/3 page height.

Cale: "Mnghh?"

Panel 3: Cale seeing the figure more closely, things getting even darker and blurrier even as the figure gets closer, starting to hurry toward her. 1/3 page width, 1/3 page height.

Cale: "M-Mother?"

Panel 4: The scene of her mother's death. 1/2 page width, 2/3 page height.

Cale: "No, you're..."

Panel 5: Cale seeing a teenaged girl running toward her now, wearing garb appropriate for the local desert customs, but her hair is tied tightly instead of hanging loose, a pack at her side. Everything is going black again. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Not her."

Panel 6: Seen from above, Cale collapsing, the girl at her side, swinging her own pack around and rummaging in it. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Page 12:
Panel 1: Cale sitting upright, sweat all over her neck and face, which has a wet cloth over it that falls off. Behind her is fairly indistinct as the focus is on her, but she is inside a mud hut of sorts with the young girl behind her, tending to a small kettle with a couple baskets of desert flowers and beetles in them. Cale's hand is bandaged up and her sleeve rolled up to show that the infection seems to be gone. There is a side-table next to the slab bed she is on and two bowls are on it. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "Haah!"

Panel 2: The girl turning and looking to her, stirring a couple of the flowers and adding in a couple beetles. Seen from close to the girl. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "Nnghh..."
Cale 2: "Where-"
Salia (Girl): "The outskirts of Kasana."

Panel 3: Salia ladelling out some of the liquid broth into a bowl. 1/3 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "You're the one I saw on the road..."
Salia: "Salia."
Salia 2: "You looked in a pretty bad way."
Salia 3: "Only bites like that come from the Dageth."

Panel 4: Salia walking to Cale, holding the bowl, as seen from near Cale. 2/3 page width, 1/2 height.

Salia: "Nasty toxin."
Salia 2: "Starts rotting your arm if it isn't treated in a couple days."
Salia 3: "You also had a concussion."

Page 13:
Panel 1: Cale sipping the bowl's contents as it is gently tipped to her lips. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Thank you, Salia."

Panel 2: Cale sputtering and coughing, grimacing at the taste, Salia pulling the bowl away. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Ack!"
Cale 2: "Pttt!"
Cale 3: "Ick!"

Panel 3: Salia setting the bowl down on the side-table, nodding. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Salia: "Tastes nasty, but it works."

Panel 4: Salia holding up her own arm to show that she has a scar from a bite like Cale had. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Salia: "You're lucky I got to you as early as I did and that you passed out."
Salia 2: "You would have had to taste more of the draught and you're less likely to get a scar."

Panel 5: Salia taking the cloth that fell of Cale's forehead, holding it over a bowl on the side-table.

Cale: "First hand experience I see."
Salia: "Mmhm."
Salia 2: "When I was five."

Page 14:
Panel 1: Salia wringing out the cloth above the bowl, some of Cale's captured sweat dripping down. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "And whoever healed you taught you..."
Salia: "My grandmother."
Salia 2: "She's the town's medicine woman."

Panel 2: Salia pulling the cloth out of the other bowl not previously seen used, fresh water on it now as she starts folding it up. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "I see."
Cale 2: "Is she available to talk to..?"

Panel 3: Cale trying to get out of bed by swinging her feet around. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Salia: "She's on a journey..."
Cale: "Any idea when she'll be back?"
Cale 2: "There's been reports of a Rei in-"

Panel 4: Cale standing and taking the wet cloth offered her, face grim. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Salia: "Her final journey."
Cale: "How long ago?"

Panel 5: Salia moving to the door of the mud hut, arms crossed. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Salia: "About eight months back."
Salia 2: "She was going along the road to get some rare herbs and didn't return."

Page 15:
Panel 1: Salia in the door of the mud hut, seen from the front zoomed out with a bit of the outskirts visible around, with a few children playing in the foreground kicking about a small tumbleweed. Full page width, 1/3 height.

Salia: "I found her body, or what was left of it..."
Salia 2: "I gave her bones a proper burial at least."

Panel 2: Cale holding the cloth to her head as she staggers toward Salia, seen from the inside, behind her. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Cale: "I'm sorry for your loss."

Panel 3: Salia looking back at her, eyes watering, but not a single tear trailing down her cheeks. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Salia: "I was under her training and hated her for keeping me in the books and lore..."
Salia 2: "The last we spoke I was telling her that I wasn't going to be here when she got back, that I was going to be a rei-hunter."

Panel 4: Salia wiping her eyes and looking upward slightly. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Salia: "Fat chance of that even if they knew she wasn't really visiting relatives like I've told everyone."

Page 16:
Panel 1: Cale's face set grimly as she listened, holding the cloth to her head still. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Salia: "The rei-hunters are all male and when I was younger they caught me trying to watch them fighting one when everyone was supposed to be hiding..."
Salia 2: "They lashed me once for each year of my life and sent me home."

Panel 2: Salia's head turned, eyes wide in fear. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Salia: "Even though their numbers dwindle as people think the local Rei are just myths, they-"
SFX (cutting off the bottom of her word balloon): AAAANNNGGGGHHHH!

Panel 3: Salia snatching her back from beside the door and rushing off toward where the sound came from, with people running away from it. Full page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "Salia!"
Cale 2: "Wait!"

Page 17:
Panel 1: Cale running after as well, the cloth on the ground as she moves into the fleeing crowd. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Nngghh..."
SFX: AAANNNNNGGGGHHHH!

Panel 2: Cale at the far end of the crowd, knocked to the side and against a building, her gun in her hand now. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Ssss!"

Panel 3: Cale looking to the right side of the panel, eyes wide. 1/3 page width, 2/3 height.

Panel 4: Four rei-hunters trying to stop a large rei that has already broken the wall of one mud-hut, with Salia around the side of a building, digging in her pack. The rei looks like a large upright lizard with spikes long its back and arms, very thin but sharp claws and a clubbed tail. Already it seems to be fading out as it is being attacked, but it is knocking two of the rei-hunters to the side with relative ease. 2/3 width, 2/3 height.

SFX (coming from the Rei): RRRAAANNNGHH!

Page 18:
Panel 1: The rei is still visible to Cale with the effect of her vision around it, but the other Rei hunters are looking at the ground for signs of its movement, while it is on the wall of the building Salia is hiding against while digging in her pack. Cale checking the ammo of her gun. See that there is only one bullet in it currently. Full page width, 1/2 height.

Salia (small, mumbling): "Come on, come on..."

Panel 2: Cale lining up her shot and firing, though still woozy. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Panel 3: The rei turning visible again, drooling but turning its head toward Cale as the shot hit slightly to the side. Salia looking up at the rei above her, but moving quickly to the side with wide eyes and pulling something in a jar out of her pack. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Page 19:
Panel 1: The rei starting to stalk toward Cale, the rei-hunters spying it and starting to head toward it as Cale pulls out her sword. Seen from behind the rei at a 3/4th angle, Salia closest to the readers, the rei-hunters in the top right, the creature in the center and Cale in the top left. 2/3 page width, 1/2 height.

SFX (from the Rei): RRRRNNNNNNGGHHH!

Panel 2: The creature thrashing as the jar explodes on its back and starts rotting it. 1/3 page width, 1/2 height.

SFX (from the Rei): AAANNGGHH! AAAHNGH!

Panel 3: The rei-hunters circling it at trying to kill it, but its hide is too thick. Salia is running toward it, stepping on its tail. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

SFX (from the Rei): AAANNGGHH!

Panel 4: Salia leaping and driving a small dagger into the neck of the rei near the skull as she lands on its back. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Salia: "Oof!"
SFX (from the Rei): AAANNGGHhhhhnnnkk-

Page 20:
Panel 1: The rei-hunters poking the dead rei and the eldest stroking his chin, looking at Salia, who is just cleaning her dagger while atop the rei still. Cale is leaning against the building as she puts her sword away. Full page width, 2/3 height.

Cale (narrating): "Sometimes things surprise you with what they conceal."

Panel 2: Cale walking her bike along the road again. A few of the Dageth lizards scurrying about further to the left, but not coming closer. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale (narrating): "Be it danger..."

Panel 3: Salia by the side of the road, a few of the rei-hunters beside her, working at showing her their techniques as she awkwardly holds one of their weapons.

Cale (narrating): "Courage..."

Page 21:
Panel 1: Cale in front of a few vehicles with people getting outside of them, Dub flying up to her. Full page, full width.

Cale (narrating): "Or sheer determination."

Dub: "♪LE!"
Cale: "Dub!"
Cale 2: "Sounds like you got a bit of sand in your voice box."

Description
AURA The Remnant
Reflections:

Page 1:
Panel 1: Cale and Dub riding her motorcycle, heading to left of frame, her scarf and coat flapping behind her with the speed that it is traveling, with the scarf pulled up over her mouth, and goggles down over her eyes. In the distance a few large rock formations can be seen, as well as the sun glaring down on them as it rises, and a dark formation of an oncoming sandstorm. Full page width, 1/3 height.

Narr (rectangle with gears and piping for the frame): "The Midze Desert Region."
Dub: "Faster!"
Cale: "This is as fast as it goes!"
SFX: VRRRRRRRRRRRRMMM!

Panel 2: Cale turning the bike off the road with a large skid-mark and some sparks from the angle she has tilted the bike. Seen from above at an angle so the readers can see how close the sandstorm is to them. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Cale: "Hang on, I've got an idea!"
Dub: "Wha!"
Dub 2: "What are you doing?!"
SFX: SCREEEEEEEECH!
SFX: VRRRRRMM!

Panel 3: Cale and Dub seen from behind, the motorcycle heading right toward an a rusted out truck that has been partially buried in the sand. The motorcycle is bouncing a little from the unevenness of the ground as they go along. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "There's no way we'll outrun it and we'd be swept away trying."
Dub: "Oh, I don't think I'm going to like this plan..."

Panel 4: Cale and Dub as seen from a 3/4th view of side and back, lightly seen from above, the motorcycle turning on the sand as it swings round the rusted truck, the sandstorm almost at the truck already. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

SFX: VRRRRRRRMM!

Page 2:
Panel 1: The motorcycle slipping and sliding out from under Cale, throwing her and Dub up at the rusted out truck. Full page width, 2/3 height.

SFX: VRRR-
SFX (overlapping the end of the motorcycle SFX): KSSSH!

Panel 2: Cale's helmeted head hitting the truck and Dub falling out next to her from however he was previously situated for ease of travel. The sandstorm is starting to hit the truck and go around it on both sides. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Dub: "Cale!"
SFX: THONK!
SFX: OOoOOooO

Panel 3: As seen from Cale's perspective, Dub in front of her, the motorcycle beyond, starting to get buried, but there is fuel leaking out of it and trailing downhill toward her position slowly as it dries into the sand. This panel is less defined and darker than panel 2 as Cale is passing out. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Dub: "ALE! AN OU EAR E!"
SFX (larger than 2): OOoOOOOOoOooOOOOO

Panel 4: Black. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Dub: "AL! OIN O N! EL!"
SFX (larger than 3): OOooOOOOooOOOOOoOooOOOOO

Page 3:
Panel 1: As seen from the side, slightly above. The truck is mostly covered by sand on the end facing toward the road that Cale and Dub had approached from, and the side they ended up on is also covered in a lot of sand, with a mound around where the bike fell and some where the duo ended up, with no sign of their clothing or bodies due to how smooth it is. 2/3 page width, 2/3 height.

Panel 2: Zooming in on the side where Cale and Dub ended up, a little bit of the sand shifting but nothing more, a small lizard crawling out of the truck. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Panel 3: Closer up to the side where Cale and Dub ended up, a couple fingers poking through with sand shifting, but barely visible. The small lizard is moving closer to them. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Panel 4: Cale's hand and a third of her arm poking through the sand as with fingers pointed up and arm out toward where her legs would be. The lizard is tumbling backward down the slope from the force. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Panel 5: Cale's hand moving to the side for leverage, the lizard is scurrying away. It should be obvious from how her arm is almost to the shoulder that she isn't buried too deep near the head for her to not be able to breath, but that there still is a lot of weight on her as a whole. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Page 4:
Panel 1: Cale seen from her right side, pulling the upper half of her body out of the sand. Full page.

Cale: "Haaaaaaaaaaahhh!"

Page 5:
Panel 1: Cale pulling down her scarf and goggles up, panting and catching her breath. Seen from the front, the rusted truck behind her. A few more lizards are coming out of it. Some blood on the left side of her head that is mostly dried, though she doesn't seem aware. 2/3 width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Haaahh..."
Cale 2: "That was a close one..."

Panel 2: Cale holding a hand up to block the sun as she looks in its general direction, seeing the storm in the distance receding away from her. Seen from behind. 1/3 width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Right, Dub?"

Panel 3: Cale looking back down to where her waist meets the sand, expecting Dub to be right next to her like usual. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Cale: "Dub?"

Panel 4: Cale digging through the sand and a lizard crawling up her coat. Seen from the side, slightly behind, sand being tossed behind her. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Cale: "Hang in there Dub!"

Page 6:
Panel 1: Dub standing in the sand with all but the bottom half of her ankles uncovered. The lizard is on her shoulder now. 1/3 page width, full height.

Cale: "Dub?

Panel 2: The lizard's tongue licks Cale's cheek. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Gah!"

Panel 3: Cale grabbing the lizard off her shoulder by the tail. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Little pest..."

Panel 4: One of Cale's exposed fingers gets bit by the lizard as it contorts due to her holding its tail. Close up. 1/3 page width, 2/3 height.

Cale: "Ahh!"
Cale 2: Mixed expletives.

Panel 5: Cale throwing the lizard on the ground as she shakes it off of her finger. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Get off you little-"

Panel 6: Cale looking at the bite with blood and a bit of discoloration. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: Singular expletive.

Page 7:
Panel 1: Cale moving to the mound covering her motorcycle, reaching into her pack to pull out a bandage. Full page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Where the hell did you go Dub?"

Panel 2: Cale wrapping her finger and looking off toward the road in the direction they were traveling before. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Cale: "On to town to get help?"

Panel 3: Cale digging through the sand to get at her motorcycle. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Damn sand would have clogged up so much..."

Panel 4: Cale managing to get enough of her motorcycle out to be able to see the side mirrors. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "And you'd be buffeted around..."

Page 8:
Panel 1: Cale's face shown in the mirror, dust, sand and blood clearly visible over her goggles, as well as a lot on her face itself. Seen over her shoulder, looking down into the mirror. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "And stuck, lost while trying to-"

Panel 2: Cale reaching a hand up to her helmet, taking it off, as seen from her left side. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "Save me."

Panel 3: Cale touching her injury, seen from the same side, her helmet now hanging from one of the handles of her motorcycle. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Panel 4: Cale visibly wincing, seen from the same side. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "Nnnngh!"

Page 9:
Panel 1: Cale panting and digging the motorcycle the rest of the way out of the sand. 2/3 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "Damn..."

Panel 2: Cale trying to start the motorcycle up. 1/3 page width, 1/2 height.

SFX: VR! VR! VRnnn...
SFX 2: Koh kohhh...

Panel 3: Cale crouched and peering at the fuel line which is broken, holding it in her hand. 1/3 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: Singular expletive.

Panel 4: Cale starting to push the motorcycle toward the road, as seen from behind. The shadow of the truck shows that the sun is almost at its peak now. 2/3 page width, 1/2 height.

Page 10:
Panel 1: Cale pushing the motorcycle along down the road as it follows the mostly flat path toward the mountains in the distance, a few rock formations between it and her, but a lot of shimmering light from the heat vapor on the road. Seen from behind. 1/2 page width, 1/2 page height.

Panel 2: Cale taking a pull of water from a canteen. See her bit finger is swollen and dark. 1/2 page width, 1/2 page height.

Panel 3: Cale putting the canteen back, wincing. 1/3 page width, 1/2 page height.

Panel 4: Cale looking at the bite, pulling off her glove. 1/3 page width, 1/2 page height.

Cale: "That doesn't look good..."

Panel 5: Cale continuing on, looking with the hand that is infected above her eyes as she peers in the distance at a shape approaching.

Page 11:
Panel 1: See the shimmering shape approaching, focusing on it as things start going dark. 1/3 page width, 1/3 page height.

Panel 2: See it more defined than a vague shape, but it is getting blurry and she's hallucinating her mother. 1/3 page width, 1/3 page height.

Cale: "Mnghh?"

Panel 3: Cale seeing the figure more closely, things getting even darker and blurrier even as the figure gets closer, starting to hurry toward her. 1/3 page width, 1/3 page height.

Cale: "M-Mother?"

Panel 4: The scene of her mother's death. 1/2 page width, 2/3 page height.

Cale: "No, you're..."

Panel 5: Cale seeing a teenaged girl running toward her now, wearing garb appropriate for the local desert customs, but her hair is tied tightly instead of hanging loose, a pack at her side. Everything is going black again. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Not her."

Panel 6: Seen from above, Cale collapsing, the girl at her side, swinging her own pack around and rummaging in it. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Page 12:
Panel 1: Cale sitting upright, sweat all over her neck and face, which has a wet cloth over it that falls off. Behind her is fairly indistinct as the focus is on her, but she is inside a mud hut of sorts with the young girl behind her, tending to a small kettle with a couple baskets of desert flowers and beetles in them. Cale's hand is bandaged up and her sleeve rolled up to show that the infection seems to be gone. There is a side-table next to the slab bed she is on and two bowls are on it. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "Haah!"

Panel 2: The girl turning and looking to her, stirring a couple of the flowers and adding in a couple beetles. Seen from close to the girl. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "Nnghh..."
Cale 2: "Where-"
Salia (Girl): "The outskirts of Kasana."

Panel 3: Salia ladelling out some of the liquid broth into a bowl. 1/3 page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "You're the one I saw on the road..."
Salia: "Salia."
Salia 2: "You looked in a pretty bad way."
Salia 3: "Only bites like that come from the Dageth."

Panel 4: Salia walking to Cale, holding the bowl, as seen from near Cale. 2/3 page width, 1/2 height.

Salia: "Nasty toxin."
Salia 2: "Starts rotting your arm if it isn't treated in a couple days."
Salia 3: "You also had a concussion."

Page 13:
Panel 1: Cale sipping the bowl's contents as it is gently tipped to her lips. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Thank you, Salia."

Panel 2: Cale sputtering and coughing, grimacing at the taste, Salia pulling the bowl away. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Ack!"
Cale 2: "Pttt!"
Cale 3: "Ick!"

Panel 3: Salia setting the bowl down on the side-table, nodding. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Salia: "Tastes nasty, but it works."

Panel 4: Salia holding up her own arm to show that she has a scar from a bite like Cale had. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Salia: "You're lucky I got to you as early as I did and that you passed out."
Salia 2: "You would have had to taste more of the draught and you're less likely to get a scar."

Panel 5: Salia taking the cloth that fell of Cale's forehead, holding it over a bowl on the side-table.

Cale: "First hand experience I see."
Salia: "Mmhm."
Salia 2: "When I was five."

Page 14:
Panel 1: Salia wringing out the cloth above the bowl, some of Cale's captured sweat dripping down. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "And whoever healed you taught you..."
Salia: "My grandmother."
Salia 2: "She's the town's medicine woman."

Panel 2: Salia pulling the cloth out of the other bowl not previously seen used, fresh water on it now as she starts folding it up. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "I see."
Cale 2: "Is she available to talk to..?"

Panel 3: Cale trying to get out of bed by swinging her feet around. 1/3 page width, 1/3 height.

Salia: "She's on a journey..."
Cale: "Any idea when she'll be back?"
Cale 2: "There's been reports of a Rei in-"

Panel 4: Cale standing and taking the wet cloth offered her, face grim. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Salia: "Her final journey."
Cale: "How long ago?"

Panel 5: Salia moving to the door of the mud hut, arms crossed. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Salia: "About eight months back."
Salia 2: "She was going along the road to get some rare herbs and didn't return."

Page 15:
Panel 1: Salia in the door of the mud hut, seen from the front zoomed out with a bit of the outskirts visible around, with a few children playing in the foreground kicking about a small tumbleweed. Full page width, 1/3 height.

Salia: "I found her body, or what was left of it..."
Salia 2: "I gave her bones a proper burial at least."

Panel 2: Cale holding the cloth to her head as she staggers toward Salia, seen from the inside, behind her. 1/2 page width, 2/3 height.

Cale: "I'm sorry for your loss."

Panel 3: Salia looking back at her, eyes watering, but not a single tear trailing down her cheeks. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Salia: "I was under her training and hated her for keeping me in the books and lore..."
Salia 2: "The last we spoke I was telling her that I wasn't going to be here when she got back, that I was going to be a rei-hunter."

Panel 4: Salia wiping her eyes and looking upward slightly. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Salia: "Fat chance of that even if they knew she wasn't really visiting relatives like I've told everyone."

Page 16:
Panel 1: Cale's face set grimly as she listened, holding the cloth to her head still. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Salia: "The rei-hunters are all male and when I was younger they caught me trying to watch them fighting one when everyone was supposed to be hiding..."
Salia 2: "They lashed me once for each year of my life and sent me home."

Panel 2: Salia's head turned, eyes wide in fear. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Salia: "Even though their numbers dwindle as people think the local Rei are just myths, they-"
SFX (cutting off the bottom of her word balloon): AAAANNNGGGGHHHH!

Panel 3: Salia snatching her back from beside the door and rushing off toward where the sound came from, with people running away from it. Full page width, 1/2 height.

Cale: "Salia!"
Cale 2: "Wait!"

Page 17:
Panel 1: Cale running after as well, the cloth on the ground as she moves into the fleeing crowd. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Nngghh..."
SFX: AAANNNNNGGGGHHHH!

Panel 2: Cale at the far end of the crowd, knocked to the side and against a building, her gun in her hand now. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale: "Ssss!"

Panel 3: Cale looking to the right side of the panel, eyes wide. 1/3 page width, 2/3 height.

Panel 4: Four rei-hunters trying to stop a large rei that has already broken the wall of one mud-hut, with Salia around the side of a building, digging in her pack. The rei looks like a large upright lizard with spikes long its back and arms, very thin but sharp claws and a clubbed tail. Already it seems to be fading out as it is being attacked, but it is knocking two of the rei-hunters to the side with relative ease. 2/3 width, 2/3 height.

SFX (coming from the Rei): RRRAAANNNGHH!

Page 18:
Panel 1: The rei is still visible to Cale with the effect of her vision around it, but the other Rei hunters are looking at the ground for signs of its movement, while it is on the wall of the building Salia is hiding against while digging in her pack. Cale checking the ammo of her gun. See that there is only one bullet in it currently. Full page width, 1/2 height.

Salia (small, mumbling): "Come on, come on..."

Panel 2: Cale lining up her shot and firing, though still woozy. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Panel 3: The rei turning visible again, drooling but turning its head toward Cale as the shot hit slightly to the side. Salia looking up at the rei above her, but moving quickly to the side with wide eyes and pulling something in a jar out of her pack. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Page 19:
Panel 1: The rei starting to stalk toward Cale, the rei-hunters spying it and starting to head toward it as Cale pulls out her sword. Seen from behind the rei at a 3/4th angle, Salia closest to the readers, the rei-hunters in the top right, the creature in the center and Cale in the top left. 2/3 page width, 1/2 height.

SFX (from the Rei): RRRRNNNNNNGGHHH!

Panel 2: The creature thrashing as the jar explodes on its back and starts rotting it. 1/3 page width, 1/2 height.

SFX (from the Rei): AAANNGGHH! AAAHNGH!

Panel 3: The rei-hunters circling it at trying to kill it, but its hide is too thick. Salia is running toward it, stepping on its tail. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

SFX (from the Rei): AAANNGGHH!

Panel 4: Salia leaping and driving a small dagger into the neck of the rei near the skull as she lands on its back. 1/2 page width, 1/2 height.

Salia: "Oof!"
SFX (from the Rei): AAANNGGHhhhhnnnkk-

Page 20:
Panel 1: The rei-hunters poking the dead rei and the eldest stroking his chin, looking at Salia, who is just cleaning her dagger while atop the rei still. Cale is leaning against the building as she puts her sword away. Full page width, 2/3 height.

Cale (narrating): "Sometimes things surprise you with what they conceal."

Panel 2: Cale walking her bike along the road again. A few of the Dageth lizards scurrying about further to the left, but not coming closer. 1/2 page width, 1/3 height.

Cale (narrating): "Be it danger..."

Panel 3: Salia by the side of the road, a few of the rei-hunters beside her, working at showing her their techniques as she awkwardly holds one of their weapons.

Cale (narrating): "Courage..."

Page 21:
Panel 1: Cale in front of a few vehicles with people getting outside of them, Dub flying up to her. Full page, full width.

Cale (narrating): "Or sheer determination."

Dub: "♪LE!"
Cale: "Dub!"
Cale 2: "Sounds like you got a bit of sand in your voice box."