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CHAPTER 37

  PERCISION

  Kiethara groaned, dragging her feet through the tall grass, weed, and shrubs. Her eyes drooped and her muscles ached in the way they had when she had finally returned to the forest. After hours of hiking and flying through the harsh temperatures and rough terrains, she felt like she was going to pass out.

  The journey home had been twice as bad. Somehow, it had gotten even colder when they had exited the mountain. It had not been from the same entrance they had used halfway up, but from another hidden entrance towards the bottom. The storm had gotten worse, and she had been laden with a new burden to carry.

  A brown leather belt wrapped its way around her waist, just above her vine belt. The sword—her sword, she should say—hung by her left hip. Her sheath was simple; brown with a silver finishing.

  It was certainly a profligate treasure, yes, and one of the greater blessings she had ever had. But she didn’t realize just how heavy a sword could be.

  As soon as she broke through the trees and entered her clearing she unbuckled the weighty burden and tossed it onto one of the lower branches of a tree. She groaned again and stretched, feeling as though she had relieved herself of twenty pounds. She probably had.

  After she removed her potions from her waist she collapsed into her hammock. She was out in seconds.