I am exhausted. That overwhelming feeling fear that was driving my actions has gone. I still feel the phantom tongue of Anea on my ear. I truly don’t know what I would do without her. I am running I hear the shouts of my remaining companions above me. By Deniers beard I pray that I am not to late. I have lost so many through this journey. No stay focused. Move. Move. Don’t Stop. I see Zith and the enemy. I DON’T WANT TO DROWN AGAIN! He is about to Stab Zith. I let the Divine Rune flow from me and then pain and darkness. Zith is he safe. Where is the enemy! I can’t see! I can't see! As the panic begins to overwhelm me again I feel a soft touch clear my sight. I can see. I can see him. I WILL NOT DROWN AGAIN! I attempt to grab him. He dodges but on my second attempt to catch him I do. I feel a cold calm all roll over me as I hold this heretic over the cliff. I decided to tell him a truth before he died. “Everything you have ever written every tattoo you have put upon your body has all been in the service of my god; Denier. But I don’t think your services will be required any longer.” I saw the look of anger spread across his face. And I simply let him go as he fell to his demise.