Cry Some More
You feel a horrible wave of despair crush over you as the little elf's
fire spell bursts inside your lungs. You choke and splutter, cursing
and hating the world that has put in you in such a horrible position.
You lift your head and see the little elf, wild eyed and screaming
curses to your name, mere inches from your face.
She whips her hands together in some shamanic way and a blast white
energy cuts into your eyes with a pain you have never known and
everything goes black.
The pain has gone.
But you are not dead.
You fall to the floor and start bawling your eyes out. Why have you
been dumped in this world where it feels like just about every other
creature wants to kill, burn, destroy, abandon or eat you?
