Stone Circle Allstar

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When Moss regained consciousness, she felt weary and ill. The ache in her side spread- deep and throbbing pain still kept her short of breath, and the ribs she’d broken against the rock had swollen and become agonizing. 

Each step hurt- and pain only led to more pain. Each breath caused her ribs to protest, and each pant of pain made her breath hitch. By the time she reached Kvarsheim there was a distant look in her eyes as she felt the shock wear off, leaving her dumbfounded with strife. 

Kvarsheim had been closer than the Creek- but she had travelled there specifically for another reason too.

The grizzled man had come from Kvarsheim- and it was him who had kept the witch in a den. He, who had supposedly hunted her, knew right where she was, brooding in sickness and casting her curses. 

Moss believed she would die- but she would not die before she called out the traitor in his own home.

Her howl was cut short by a shriek; her ribs too broken and painful to support the breath needed to call out, but she waited, head hanging, desperate to deliver the news of the traitor to whoever it was that harboured him.