In an instant we were separated, the flash of light struck the tree. Our tree.
She flew headlong a few hundred yards, landing on a flat stone. I tumbled into high grass.
The shadow moved towards my beloved one and soon consumed her.
Another flash appeared. This time the brightness blinded me totally but I could imagine the scene in front of me. I've heard the story so many times.
Now it was finally happening.
The curse was upon us.
I swore I'd help her shed her serpentine skin and return her to her natural form, no matter what.
I turned to the archmage and humbly asked to be able to wield a sword and wear armour.
The price for his aid would be the very same item that I was now about to risk my life to obtain.
The vessel of restoration.
Iron clad and with death in my grip I ventured into the dark to find the goblet of gold.
Some sword swinging
Those wanderers needs to be taken out
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