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. "Only one thing
matters: Revenge! I want revenge!"
Before Zorna could protest, Gorath wheeled around and
walked down the path that brought him into her lonely life.
He felt her sad eyes upon him and heard her pitiful, blood-
curdling wail of anguish. He laughed.
Gorath returned to where the trail into the forest divided.
This time there were no mysterious gusts of wind to prevent
him from going in the direction he intended. So he followed
the left path, the one Meadow and Starglow had taken.
He walked quickly, anticipating the kill. Soon he came
to a large clearing. There he spotted Meadow and Starglow
standing by a fallen vallenwood, about twenty feet from a
deep ravine. The lovely young woman and handsome
tribesman were locked in an embrace.
Drawing his sword, Gorath charged from the bushes
toward the lovers. "Gorath!" Meadow screamed in terror.
"He's found us!"
Starglow eyed his sword, which was resting on the ground
near the far end of the fallen tree. He made a dash for it, but
wasn't quick enough. As the fingers of his right hand
touched the handle, Gorath's sword slashed his wrist,
causing blood to spurt and the young warrior to grimace in
pain. Meadow screamed and ran toward her stricken lover
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