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Sighing oppressively, she turned away from the mirror. Since returning to Dragonath, she’d noticed similar changes in her brother. But the similarities were in appearances only. The root causes of her and Ipzaag’s transformations were entirely different. It wasn’t merely the passing of time causing her hair to grey and her skin to wrinkle. The signs of her aging were due to something far more sinister—something beginning nearly four decades earlier when she’d left Dragonath.
Her body had been affected by the lack of méno in the atmosphere the moment she materialized on Earth. It’d felt as though the air itself was pushing against her from all sides. Like being in the center of a room slowly closing in on itself, the invisible walls had inched towards her, crushing her with their unyielding pressure. She’d ignored the discomfort and pain, instead focusing her energy on the task her father had entrusted to her. As the years slowly passed, her body and mind eventually numbed against the desperate need for méno which never came.
Since returning to Dragonath, she’d noticed an overwhelming and unfamiliar sense of exhaustion consume her heart. It wasn’t the kind of fatigue able to be cured with a goblet of wine and a good night’s sleep. It continued to permeate her soul, challenging her very existence. Her extended stay on Earth had caused irreparable damage. No amount of méno her body now consumed would restore the vitality she’d lost.
A single tear glided down her cheek, and she brushed it away in annoyance. There was much she had yet to accomplish. But she would live to see only a fraction of it completed. This is not what was meant to happen, she thought bitterly. It was true she’d been aware of the dangers of spending an extended period of time on Earth. But essential details were missing. No one had known exactly how her body would react to being deprived of méno. No one had known how much time she would be granted.
But it was a risk she’d needed to take.
Yet, despite the precariousness of the situation, hope always remained. Hope her body would have a natural resistance to the dangers. Hope the consequences would take hold slowly. Hope she’d be given time.
Hope, it seemed, had been futile.
Would her frailty allow The Organization to triumph? Would she live to see her people fail?
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