With a gasp Maryden awoke, cold sweat dripping down her forehead in small beads. With the back of her skull pounding painfully, she carefully sat up.
Experience made her check herself out immediately, but her relief that she wasn’t hurt except for the head was short-lived.
On her left were the forms of Calisca and Heodan. Both dead with bodies formed in twisted angles.
With knees feeling like jelly Maryden managed to crawl on her feet, her throbbing head challenging her balance. Her breathing hard.
With a few almost-stumbles and deep takes of breaths she steadied herself and the weakness slowly subsided.
She stroked away the matted and wet strings of hair clutching to her face behind her eyes and looked on ahead. In front of her stood the same pillar she had in her dream.
The memory of a concussive wave, propelling her and her friends flashed before her eyes. Maryden breathed deeply through her nose and stumbled to a soft patch grass and dirt amidst all the stone.
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