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I’m left wondering, how can M’ijel possibly overcome him next time? The male now possesses not only his own strength but also the power of the sword, amplified by the gemstones.
M’ijel had won before in a fair fight, but now the odds are stacked against him.
As we move away from the power station, my mind races. M’ijel has to come up with something, some way to defeat this enhanced adversary.
But what? How can he possibly match the power of a being who now wields such formidable abilities?
The uncertainty is terrifying, but I have to believe in M’ijel. He’s shown time and again his resourcefulness, his strength, his determination.
He won’t give up, not without a fight. And neither will I.
We’re in this together, against incredible odds, but I have to believe that somehow, we’ll find a way to overcome this challenge and find our way back to each other.
Part Four
The Last Gemstone
M’ijel
Leaning heavily against the rugged exterior of the power station, I gaze out into the dense maze, my thoughts as tangled as the vines that ensnare its walls.
I never thought I’d leave Zoey behind. Every fiber of my being had screamed against it. If she hadn’t implored me with those eyes — wide, fearful yet fiercely determined — I would’ve gladly met my end fighting by her side.
But in her gaze, I saw something that transcended fear, a plea not to witness my downfall, not to see me cut down in a hopeless battle. So, I ran, against every warrior instinct ingrained in me.
I ran.
I’m still limping, the pain gnawing at my body. It’s a searing, relentless ache, unlike anything I’ve experienced before. It’s as if the male’s dark tendrils didn’t just siphon my strength but reached into my very soul, draining the life from me.
The sensation was akin to dying, a slow, agonizing leeching of my essence. My new innate healing ability is struggling to keep pace, laboring to mend the deep, unseen wounds.
I glance down at my arms, noticing the fine fur slowly overtaking the familiar blue scales. My muscles swell, pushing beyond their usual limits, a physical transformation triggered by Zoey’s increasing distance. The beast within stirs, a reaction to her absence, a sign she’s being taken further from me.
The thought sends a fresh wave of desperation coursing through me. I need to save her, to get her back… But how?
My mind races, ideas flickering and dying like the alien nightfuries beginning to alight in the jungle foliage. The possibilities seem endless, yet none hold the key to her rescue.
My frustration mounts, each failed thought a reminder of my helplessness.
But then, as I stand there, consumed by fear and uncertainty, an idea strikes me. It’s audacious, risky, but it might just work.
The details form in my mind, a plan taking shape amidst the chaos of my thoughts. I can’t afford to hesitate, not with Zoey’s fate hanging in the balance.
With renewed purpose, I push away from the wall, ignoring the pain that protests with every step. My strides are unsteady, but determination fuels me, propelling me forward. I need to act fast, to execute this plan before it’s too late.
The maze looms before me, a labyrinthine expanse of unknowns and dangers. But I’m not deterred.
If there’s even the slightest chance of saving Zoey, of bringing her back to me, I’ll take it. I’ll face whatever lies ahead, confront any obstacle, any foe. I’ll do whatever it takes.
As I step into the maze, the shadows seem to close in around me, a reflection of the perilous journey I’m about to undertake.
But I don’t falter. I can’t. Zoey’s life, our future, depends on it.
With every step, my resolve hardens, my purpose clear. Ihave a plan, a sliver of hope in this dark, treacherous world. And as I navigate the winding paths of the maze, a single thought echoes in my mind:
If I’m quick, there still might be time…
Zoey
