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					I frown, waiting. 
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					I mutter a wolf- like growl, dragging my dagger from my pocket.
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"Woah, woah, woah... do you think that'd be wise? I know how to make the antidote. I don't write down my formulae."
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"If she has the antidote, We get her to make some, then kill her!" I grab Wolf's wrist.
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"Oh, one thing...
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					I stomp my foot in anger. "How long until he dies?" I hiss. I draw a polished knife from my backpack, made out of a huge bird talon, and bound with leather.
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"Make it... Or I will kill you.." I growl, holding the dagger up.
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"About... thirty minutes," I say, laughing the way only a witch can.
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					My eyes flash. In anger, my fingernails sharpen to points like talons, and my eyes turn yellow. 
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"T-There sometimes can be a miracle- I'm just a curse. But, I will try to help!" I run at the witch, grabbing her neck.
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					I fly forward and put my knife at the witches neck. "You better reply to her."
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"Feel free to kill me. 26 minutes left, and I'm old anyways...
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"You will TELL US how to cure him, AND YOU WILL DO IT fast." I yell.
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"Tick-Tock, tick-tock... 22 seconds!"
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"Cindra, what if she's lying about his death? Maybe she's got a bigger plan?"
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"Oh, for Pete's sake!" I exclaim.- - - Post Merge - - - 
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"What if she is though? It's too late now.."- - - Post Merge - - - 
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					"Tick-tock, tick-tock! 18..."
				
			 
			 
			 
			
				
			
		 
		
		
	 
								
								
									
	
	
								
								
									
	
								
							
							 
							
								
	
	
							
						 
					
					 
				
			 
		
    
    
    
    
    
    
        
    
	 
	
	
					
					
				
					
					
						
	
	
	
	
	
		
			
				
					
					
					
					
				
				
					
					
						
							
							
								
									
	
	
	
								
								
									
	
	
	
		
		
			
				
			
			
				
			
					I throw my arm forward, hitting the old lady in the arm, digging the dagger through her arm.