It wasn't until she attempted to step off of the bridge and into the den of evil once more that Myrianna realized she hadn't actually moved at all. She was confused to see that she was still lying on her back.

     "It seems... I was hallucinating." She mused, watching a large cloud pass in front of the moon, darkening the forest to near pitch black. She tried sitting up but a searing pain wracked her entire body and she let out a shuddering gasp.

     "I'm going to be out of commission for at least thirty hours" She lamented, twitching her digits and limbs, calculating the damage done by the curse.

     While she didn't fancy doing so, with death only a short bridge away, Myrianna elected to get a few hours rest. When she awoke, she groaned and creaked as she forced herself slowly onto one elbow, and then into a sitting position, legs stretched out in front of her. She massaged her temples to help alleviate the throbbing in her skull. Once she had her wits well enough about her she pulled a leather wineskin from her pouch and crawled on hands and knees to the water's adge. Rolling up her sleeve, she dipped the the wineskin into the tepid water and filled it to the brim. She then reached in for the orb, now a dull grey. It was completely drained of its magic and had a crack running its radius.  

     "Finnion won't be pleased. I don't think there is a more important artifact known to exist" She frowned, rubbing a finger along the orb's wound before returning it to her pouch.

     "I need more sleep" She sighed, painfully dragging herself a few extra feet from the moat before slumping back to the ground. 


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