[b]LOCATION:[/b] Road to Avveel
[b]HEADING:[/b] East - South-East
A few miles to go before reaching the village.
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The boy put all the feeble effort his fragile body could muster into moving the slab. He closed his eyes and pulled. He pulled hard. So hard, that it seemed he would pull his arms right off from their sockets before the slab would move. Such was his determination.

A faint glow of warm light radiated briefly from the boy’s body when the blessing of strength landed. The light swirled around like flowing water enveloping the boy’s small, nigh non-existent muscles and was absorbed into them. One might say the sight was beautiful. A young soul giving all of his effort and then suddenly receiving an increase in ability in an almost divine manner. Blessings were the hopes and dreams of Ganda and his stars after all. Once the light was gone, the slab started suddenly moving. It moved slowly, but it moved.

The ringing of the after-noon bells had made the child more aware of his surroundings. Sylvaine's voice reached his attention and broke his focus. Startled, the boy let go of the large slab by accident.

Because of the sudden increase in strength, he is unable to control his body properly and loses his grip and balance. He takes a couple of false steps backwards when his heel grabs hold of a big rock on the ground and he falls, his head barely missing another. Unfortunately, the slab had already reached the point of no return. Without anyone holding it, the large – compared to the boy – slab kept tilting. In a second or two, the only thing the fragile boy could do was scream, covering his head with his thin arms. Then the slab came down with its full might on the boy's legs.