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Date Posted: 14:24:45 02/24/00 Thu
Author: Phantom warrior
Subject: Awakening

Who disturbs my slumber?
Who dares usurp my sleep?
Pfah! A draggled griffen
and a surly hag!
With drawn sword
I confront the duo.
The griffen's beak
and edged talons
attack my wavering form.
It takes more than strength
to win this game!
My sword slashes and
makes its mark
across the griffen's
feathered hide.
Blood drips, darkening
the brilliance of his plumage.
The hag thrusts her
torch into my face,
I back away.
They retreat a pace.
I advance, they retreat,
I follow, slashing the air
to drive them away.
The hag is speaking,
"Careful, Jax, the sword
is sharp, its bite
more deadly."
"I wear the proof of that!"
hissed the griffen.
"Beware the sword,
but, reap the harvest!
'Tis not by sword,
we win, my brave,
but, by nimble wit
and purpose true."
As I approached she
drew from her corset stays
a runic bag of leather.
I drew back.
The griffen follows,
I attack! His talons
rake the air,
disturbing my balance.
He advances, the hag
withdraws her hand,
she would mark me
with her magic!
I leap within the
circle of protection!
The griffen follows
his beak seeking
my form.
I slash and cut,
and feathers line
the floor, but, still
he comes.
His wings fill the
cavern--he cannot fly
within this confine!
I have him now!
My sword seeks his
jugular.
His hissing fills the
space and my sword
feeds empty air.
I missed!
But, he is in retreat!
I follow--pushing,
stabbing, growing weak..
I am growing weak!
No! It cannot be!
I look--the head,
the head is gone!
I shriek a curse
and thrust at his
retreating form
as I grow more dim.
The accursed hag!
She stole the head
while I fought the griffen!
I fade.....

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