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sight filled me with jealousy. I wanted to be the one whose
advice she sought, to receive her grateful smile. Beyond her
physical beauty was an inner strength that made me want to
follow her even without the bear.
We were all grateful when, on the morning of the fourth
day, the sun rose behind the distant silhouette of Icewall
Castle, shining upon the jagged promontory of Icewall.
Before the Cataclysm, the castle, made of stone, stood upon
a rocky island in the seas south of Tarsis. But the Cataclysm
turned those seas to ice and snow, as well as the island
below the castle, creating Icewall. Wordlessly, our pace
quickened, each of us heartened by the sight. Soon I would
be free of the strangers . . .
Within a few hours we stood at the base of Icewall. Forty
or so paces to our right, icy remnants of a stairway snaked
up the cliff face as far as the eye could see. Perched on the
top of Icewall was our goal, Icewall Castle.
"That's it-the mighty Icewall Castle?" the kender's
high-pitched voice screeched loudly in the chill air.
Terrified, I tried to clap a hand to his mouth, but I was too
late. "Why, it's nothing but a big block of ice, not nearly as
attractive as other castles I've seen!" he shouted.
As I had feared, a slow groaning sound shook Ice-wall,
sending a snowy avalanche thundering down toward us.
"Run!" I shrieked. Pumping as fast as my legs and deep
snow would allow, I could only hope that the others
followed my lead
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