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CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE VISION
"Now!" yelled Flar. All the sligs runned to the hills and attacked the shrykull. Gurck flied over the hills, seeking the berries.
Lightning bolts zapped trough the air. One of them fully hit Gurck! He was falling down! Suddenly, he was no longer there...
He was in cript, along with the others, and there were three mudokon spirits. "The chosen sligs." said one of them. "They?" said another spirit. "That one is dying!" he pointed at Flir. He was there too. "That may not happen." said the first one. "Listen, sligs!" said the third one. "I will let disappear the shrykull for a minutes. Take your change!"
Suddenly, he was back in the hills. And the shrykull was gone...
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