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Oct. 31st, 2012 08:46 pmIt was dark, and cold, and he was lost... so lost. And then--
It's over, the battle won. The abandoned building is gone, along with the influence of its maker.
He'd been lying in the rubble he'd fallen with, half buried in stone and splintered wood. Now he's laying on his side by the lake shore in a patch of rushes, his legs in the water, his eyes closed.
He still has the horns of Anung Un Rama, but the crown of fire is gone, and his stone hand is cold now, no longer glowing with fire from within.
It's over, the battle won. The abandoned building is gone, along with the influence of its maker.
He'd been lying in the rubble he'd fallen with, half buried in stone and splintered wood. Now he's laying on his side by the lake shore in a patch of rushes, his legs in the water, his eyes closed.
He still has the horns of Anung Un Rama, but the crown of fire is gone, and his stone hand is cold now, no longer glowing with fire from within.
