Pulling back the blind, we enter a modest dry cave. Balling up in a corner, I still shake uncontrollably. "I am Tauriel, a guardian. You will be fine. Please relax, so I can have a look. You are lucky the trees told me your fate." I look up in curiosity. "Yes they talk to me." Holding a large bowl of water she dampens a cloth. "Now let's see if you be man, or woman."
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