Darkness refused the vertigo that filled her. Alara managed to throw an elbow out to catch her fall before she collapsed completely on her side, managing a rending scrape across the skin of her arm as her full weight sunk onto the dusty rocks. The world was almost white then except for the shade five paces back along the trail. Alara stared back at the sanctuary that stood as far away as an oasis in a desert and the bloody footprints that lead out from the shadow to where she then lay. She could not remember those bloody prints having been there before. The beating of the drum inside her chest was coming as fast as the wings of a hummingbird. This must be what it feels like to die, she remembered thinking.
This must be what it feels like to dieTime changed in its fundamental nature. It pa
