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    My time was running out. I had no more than a few seconds-- No, moments, to get away. The dark figure of the strange girl, Zathera, was so close behind me. Her hand reached out and skimmed my ankle. I squealed, and she chuckled. "You'll never get away Cleo. You are trapped." I whispered under my breath, No! No! but just as Zathera had said, a large wall loomed up before me. I skidded to a halt just inches from the wall, and turned slowly to face Zathera. "No. This can't be happening." I gasped. "This isn't how i die!" I shrieked as she closed in, her long, shredded purple dress swaying with her as she stalked forward. Zathera hesitated. "Lies." she mumbled. I shook my head, thinking slowly of a plan. "No. No lies this time, Zathera. This isn't how i die." Zathera made a deep growling sound from deep within her stomach. "This is how you die, foolish human!" she spat and lunged at me. For the last seconds I had, i cursed my self for my lies. I cursed my self for provoking such a power as Zathera. I cursed my self for failing.