Леля
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*I run out into the clearing, and in the light of the full moon, I see a figure. The wound reminds me of itself, but I manage to notice that this someone is pulling a long, shimmering blue-flamed sword out of a person, or an elf, I don't know, I can't make it out. Damn, what the hell is going on... My wound is hurting badly, and I lose consciousness...*
