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|| The Blond Executioner ||
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|| The Blond Executioner ||
Night was falling, and the kittens had returned with their spoils from the adventure they had in the jungle to collect food for them. Estelle was panting as she limped away, the dark energy so thick she could hardly breathe any longer. This happened last time too, the first time she had been here at the edge of their prison was why every night she had been suffering from the miasma. With her feet in the water she whimpered, stripping her outfit off in order to try to get a refresher under the light of the moon. On her stomach near her womb there were strange markings, lines, symbols, all an oily black sheen. It was getting worse now, every night it had been worsening. Not that she would let anyone see it of course, they would only worry. It wasn't like anyone could do anything about it anyways.
"Hans, I'm sorry." She whispered, trying not to cry as she bathed in the salt water of the sea, long blonde hair fluttering and fanning out around her. "I promised to live, but just look at me." Now that they were here again she could feel it for sure, the poison of the miasma seeping through every part of her body, flowing through her veins, her lungs, her heart. She coughed, blood splattering onto her hand. "Gotta wipe it off..." She murmured, trying to stand up but falling. Still the heroine kept her hand above the water, not wanting to attract any sharks. In her bones, in the rattling, with every breath, she could feel it. Her life was winding down thanks to her obsessive hunt for the truth. Did she have enough time to see what was on the other side and make it back to spread the word? She didn't know.
So they had to rush, they had to get to the Barrier before it was too late. Morning came and Fearsome was looking a tiny bit better now that he had some food in him. "We have to go." Estelle, fully dressed again, conjured up a sword. She could feel the miasma spreading as she did so but it didn't matter, not when they were this close. The sun was bearing down on them, the Barrier's mocking hum could be heard in the air. "Are you okay, Master?" Maple was rubbing her back but even she didn't know just how bad it had spread. "Yeah! I'm perfectly fine! Let's go and be heroes!" She grinned, helping Fearsome onto the sword. He gave her a peculiar look as if wondering why she was pretending to be so well. He could likely tell just how far along she was.
So they flew off the island, heading for the open ocean. The miasma continued to grow thicker, thicker. "We're flying in a straight line." Estelle said grimly to make sure they all knew. About half an hour later the were back to the island that they had just left from. "So that means the barrier is fifteen minutes in at the same speed." Fearsome added unhelpfully. So they flew again, and fifteen minutes later, the miasma was at it's thickest. Estelle coughed again, more blood spurting out, her back screaming in pain. "I wonder if this can work." She pressed her hand to what she hoped was the Barrier, focusing her mana. Would it work? Would it kill her? There was only one way to find out.