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| Rithevan recognised the voice of Danibee, one of the other more recent recruits. He gathered himself to stand, “Never would I rally with the likes of you again! And never will I submit to any authority from Edvar!” “You are a coward then, Rithevan.” Danibee replied. “Can you not see your blindness Danibee? You follow a coward who has to steal what he cannot have!” “If I told Edvar of what you are saying he would surely beat you even if you did not accept his authority.” “Then go and tell him!” There was a pause. “You shall have no water tonight then. I shall ask you once more in the morning. I hope its a cold night while your thinking this over Rithevan.” Before he could try the door Danibee swung the plank down over it and sealed him in this, which was slowly becoming his tomb. Alone once again he could feel his eyes well up with tears to accompany him. He wiped the tears from his cheeks and scooped his wet fingers into the dust floor. A moment passed as Rithevan sat without a sound. Then he let out a slow breath and the air around him began to move and swirl until a small whirlwind formed swooping into the dust, lifting it in tiny wet clumps and then carried them into the wall where the dust exploded into sparkling fragments, which the whirlwind then imploded upon. Thus he had created a sphere of light, apple-sized, floating in the air. |
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