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Sir Marilyn nodded. [color=662d91]"As you wish Mi'Lady."[/color] He said, giving Violetta another bow before turning away, ash he made his way down the hall, he took a small flask from his coat pocket and took a big gulp of the Liqour it contained. Stepping through the entrance doors, Sir Marilyn stood, staring off into the wilderness. [color=662d91]"She could be anywhere, if not already dead.[/color] He then sighed and began a search party himself. [color=662d91]"Yet I would of felt a presence if she were to perish. There might yet be hope."[/color]

Shermie rolled onto her back as she lays in the grass, to weak to stand. The sun was beating down on her, causing poor Shermie to wince in pain. She tried to scream, but she was too weak to even attempt the smallest groan. [color=ec008c][i]I guess this is the end.[/i][/color] she thought to herself, feeling her life slip away slowly.