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Giest was utterly lost. As soon as she had entered the Portal's shadowy forests in search of a way back to Helovia, her sense of direction vanished. The eyes appeared and the dark stalked her. Giest hated this place more than anything in The Rift but she wanted to escape somehow. One more day in this evil world and she would certainly go mad. The fog swirled under her feet and stuck to her pearly wings. The devastation of not finding Dragon in this world was too great on her shoulders.

Giest heard stomping as if someone was very angry. It was getting louder and coming closer. Fear drove Giest to hide behind a huge tree the width of her wingspan. Ears flicked forward towards the sound. A large man marched into view driven by a hidden determination. Two horns sat atop his huge head and the mist avoided his large hooves with every step he took. He appeared dangerous, but he was probably better company than the hundreds of eyes circling Giest.

She steeped out from her hiding place and called to him. "Are you lost? Are you new to The Rift?" She silently awaited his response. Her body coiled like a spring, ready to strike if needed.



To stand is to fall.


"Talk."

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