04-29-2008, 01:10 AM
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He didn't receive a reply, but it was just as well. He probably wouldn't have been able to comprehend it anyway. Laruku didn't bother moving again to a more comfortable location; he just lay down where he was on the riverbank so all he could hear was the rushing of water. It was the only familiar thing he could extract from his surroundings; even his companions seemed strange and unfamiliar, smelling of soot and ash, of a burning dead place that no longer existed. Maybe he had really died and this was hell. Maybe he would wake up tomorrow morning and his entire life would fade away like a bad dream. He closed his eyes and thought of fire. He didn't know what was real, but like many other things, it just... didn't matter.