Lost Echo
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Meg stopped breathing. She was going to pass out because of this, but hey, if she was unconscious, then maybe she wouldn’t feel being smashed to death with a huge boulder. She had a stick, which was sure to break on that. And water, which sure erodes rocks, but that’s over years. And at the moment, Meg wasn’t confident to live minutes.
She let out a silent breath, like that she used when she was eavesdropping on the Innkeeper. --So much for passing out--as she breathed in once more. Think. Panicking was just a way to die quicker. She wanted to succeed at this. So look at it. In the flickering of Ramirez’s torch, she could make out a huge shield of a, let’s go with, face. Its mouth--and those fangs looked like they’d even pierce those with armor. And two shovel-like limbs. Wait, she tried to scrutinize closer, but she couldn’t see any eyes. Looking at Ramirez, she hoped he’d see her as she put her hands carefully over her eyes implying, Is it blind?
She let out a silent breath, like that she used when she was eavesdropping on the Innkeeper. --So much for passing out--as she breathed in once more. Think. Panicking was just a way to die quicker. She wanted to succeed at this. So look at it. In the flickering of Ramirez’s torch, she could make out a huge shield of a, let’s go with, face. Its mouth--and those fangs looked like they’d even pierce those with armor. And two shovel-like limbs. Wait, she tried to scrutinize closer, but she couldn’t see any eyes. Looking at Ramirez, she hoped he’d see her as she put her hands carefully over her eyes implying, Is it blind?