Mari's shoulder felt a change - the soft pressure had ceased - she turned around and - saw... Elendirill had fallen down. A part of her was still connected to Feraila, the golden aura filling her heart, slowly ceased - a gentle farewell, a soft caress - and she saw Feraila standing next to her - she was free, freed out of her stone prison - standing there, a translucent figure with a radiant smile on her face. But at what costs!
Mari wanted to scream - curse fate, the Gods - everything: THIS WAS NOT FAIR! Not like this - but she found no words and stood petrified as Feraila - or was it her soul? Her love for Elendirill? As Feraila slowly floated towards were the elf lay and Mari was terrified of what the elven ladies' reaction would be like when she realized what had happened...
