» Thu Feb 20, 2014 3:39 pm "Vel, get up!"
The Root stripling sat wrapped around a branch of one the Screaming Yews, the pain in his bleeding forehead hurting more than ever.
"Vel, I said get up right now!" He looked up into the eyes of Su, who started tugging on his horns to get him moving.
"Stop...I don't want to play anymore..." Vel pushed the silly Thrut away, where he almost fell down the Screaming Yew and into the boiling bog, a fall that would've lasted twenty days for the sky was high.
DO NOT LISTEN TO HIM, VEL. HE IS JUST A SILLY THRUT. DO NOT GIVE UP. LET IT CONSUME YOU.
"Oh, my head. Wait, my head? What happened to my head?" Vel suddenly voiced, awoken fully by the sound of the Source of Music and the pain.
"We need to leave the Diving Rim!" Su shouted in his ear.
WE NEED TO LEAVE THE DIVING RIM!
Vel clutched at his head. "Both of you are talking too loud. Quiet down please?"
Su gave his friend a quizzical look. "Both of you?"
YOU HAVE SPOKEN TO MUCH
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“Whoever sings this song let the warning be dire, Turn back now or build a pyre.
If you still wish to follow then cross the Hidden mire, And join hand in hand within the Lake of Cold Fire.”
[Excerpt From: The First Who Shall Enter Shall Enter Last: The Lake of Cold Fire]
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