Running has never been harder. My sides hurt, and my throat is dry from breathing too fast. Branches scrape my arms, as if to keep me away, knowing I'm close. And then I see it. The three statues. I kneel down, and start beginning the ancient rite to awaken them Please, please, please... Air escapes my lungs as I'm shoved to the ground, pain radiating through my spine. They've caught up, and they're all yelling. At one another. At me. And... w-wha? is that stone cracking?
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