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so i herd u liek trollin?

This was something that Firion had to do on his own, and he couldn't let that Evan got hurt in the process. So, he started walking, telling him that he was going to check to make sure there weren't any monsters around. It wasn't a surprise for him, all of this. He was used to fight creatures in Hell and in the War.

He has seen too much blood, and yet he stands trying to help everyone. The darkness of the place didn't make him hesitate at all. He had a strong will, and he had all the support of his friends inside his heart. They were always with him, no matter the place. And Firion was glad to know that.

At the distance, he could see the figures. Was that the witch? He didn't know. But he had his weapons near him just in case. There was no going back now. Firion was strong like to protect them all. Also, nobody had the right to play with other people's lifes like that.

Firion kept walking, determinated to end this.

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The tempreature rose with every step the young warrior took, to the point where his own clothes burned his skin. The sea of trees and the impenetrable darkness were still the only thing surrounding him.

"What is this?!" He asked to himself, or to the air, when he felt the tempreature of his clothes.

Even so, he continued to walk foward. He was a strong one, and he had to stop that Witch. If he could go to Hell and stop the Emperor, then he could stand this.

Firion wasn't someone that gives up so easily.

After a little while, even his shoes were no help for the heat. Firion's armor was starting to leave a mark on his shoulders and chest. A dense sulfur smell filled his lungs the next time he tried to breathe, and the sound of running water could be faintly heard.

He had to be stronger and endure the pain. He had to keep moving for all the people he knew. Even if breathing was starting to be difficult, he kept moving.

When he heard the sound of water, he turned to move there.

A steaming river of boiling waters was not far from there. The young warrior could feel his eyes, mouth and chest dry, the heat zapping him from his strength quickly.

But something caight his attention, floating in the acid waterm partially hidden by the steam. A bow and a couple of arrows.

Despite everything, Firion wondered if there was someone else here. Clearly, it those weapons had to belong to someone, or at least that what he thought.

Then, he tried to see in the direction he found such items. "Is there someone else here?"

Silence was his answer. As he got close to the river's shore, he could see that, even when badly damaged by the acid, the bow looked familiar.

A weapon he had seen a thousand times in her hands.

That bow. He knew it very well. But how...?! Did it mean that she was here?! He quickly knelt down, to look it better.

"Maria..." Definitly it was her bow. She had to be here, somewhere. He looked around. "Maria?! Maria!" He called out as he started to look around.

Firion started to look walk, in the direction that the bow came.

A few meters away from the bow was a white stone tablet, just like the one in the entrance to the forest. It was impossible to read what was written in it.

But that wasn't what he was looking at right now. There was something floating nearby. It looked like weed, but the idea was quickly rejected, since no plants could grow in these acid waters.

It was hair. Black hair.

That balck hair. No, it couldn't be possible..! Maria couldn't...!

"Maria!" He called out, hoping for a answer that never came. Firion needed to think quickly, if his most important person was in such situation.

He kept moving closer. There might be something that he could use to save her. The white stone tablet could wait a bit more.

The floating hair didn't move much, except to follow the water stream, it almost looked like something was holding her in that place.

As Firion moved, he could also see part of her swollen, lifeless face under the water.

This couldn't be happening. No, no, no. He refused to accept that. Maria couldn't never die like that. But first, he needed to drag her out of there.

"Maria!!" He yelled as he used the spear to try to reach her, carefully to not hurt her, and trying to bring her close. He had to save her.

Saving her was his priority.

The spear barely managed to touch her hair, her dull eyes lost somewhere in the depts of the river. The acid of the water started damaging the spear as Firion tried once and once again to reach his friends.

"Please stop...", said a quiet, soothing voice from behind him.

He watched how the spear started to be damaged because of the water, but that was what he could thought in a moment like that.

Firion heard the voice and turned to see who it was. "I have to save her..!"

Cecil was standing there, looking sadly at his friend. He reached for Firion's shoulders and pulled him carefully away from the river's shore.

"She's gone... please, don't risk yourself any longer."

He let his friend ulled him away from the river's shore. How could him let this happen? Why wasn't he strong enough?

"Cecil..." He called out for his friend. He was glad to see him, despite the tears that were falling from his face. "I should have saved her..."

The young king of Baron shook his head softly and wiped away Firion's tears with his thumbs. "There was nothing you could've done. Don't burden yourself with a guilt that should not be yours..."

"If I had arrived sooner, I would might have been able to save her." The weapon specialist replied as he tried to stand up on his own.

"Maria... She always belived in myself."

"As we all do...", whispered Cecil. "It's fine to be sad. Mourn her... but you can't stay here."

The paladin said nothing more, but silently offered his shoulder for his grieving friend.

He looked up to see his friend's face once more. His words, always speaking so many truths, made him calm down a bit.

Even so, he couldn't stop himself for cry a bit. Losing her, one of his most important people, was a great pain.

"I cannot let her death to be in vain..." He said to himself. "I have to end this. For her, and for everybody."

"One thing at a time", said Cecil, in that calm and fatherly voice he used when everything seemed lost. He didn't look bothered by the intense heat.

He nodded calmly, letting know that he was determintated to put an end to this. He had to do it, for Maria and for everyone else.

"You right, my friend."

Cecil rose to his feet and helped Firion do the same. His eyes looked sad, but calm, as he looked over to where Maria's head floated... and the stone tablet in the river.

He took a long breath. He needed it right now, not caring about the temperature or anything in that moment.

His eyes went to see the tablet, now that he remember it. "What is that?"

"I don't know", answered the paladin. "But it is the only thing that calls for attention in this desolated place."

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