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. "Let's
go find this library of Tas's."
Gingerly, Derek placed his weight on his foot. I waited
for him to crumble like softened snow. But as he headed for
the door, a slight limp was the only indication that he'd hurt
his foot. Having seen the extent of his wound, I was
stunned! Could sheer force of will allow Derek to walk on
the bloody stump I had just examined?
What startled me almost as much was that no one else
was surprised. I was about to demand an explanation when
Elistan caught my eye. That serene, half-smile lit his face as
he winked at me knowingly. My mind balked at the only
possibility. Could it be true? . . . Elistan . . .?
"Come on, Raggart!" Tasslehoff's high-pitched voice
prodded me. Shaking my head, I looked around the
storeroom to find I was alone with dead minotaurs and
thanoi. Everyone waited for me at the doorway at the far
side of the room. I'd think about Elistan and Derek's foot
later, I told myself as I hurried to join them.
Sturm poked his head out the door and peered about for
signs of life. With a jerk of his head, he signaled us to
follow him into the area beyond.
We stepped into what must have been the central courtyard
of a once-beautiful castle. Five or more doors led off in a
semi-circle to the right, and three more curved around to our
left. The courtyard was otherwise empty, save for a massive
fountain shaped of water-spurting dragons. The fountain
immediately struck me as strange- Why hadn't it frozen?
"Magical," Elistan said abruptly, as if reading my thoughts
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