She couldn't go on anymore. Your reserves of strength were completely exhausted. The Turqart seemed to feel that stupidly, because he wasn't making as many attacks as he was a few minutes ago. The huge obsidian monster grinned at them, what looked like it had devoured a dragon and one of the ribs had crossed.
She would have laughed if she wasn't fighting for life and death.
Now she tried to crawl backwards from his environment, which was a bit difficult because she had numerous wounds and could not breathe. The stench took her breath away, although she must have gotten used to it.

Suddenly he felt sick. An attack of dizziness. One of many today. He leaned against one of the lockers and waited for it to pass. Elijah had been feeling so weird all day today. As if something terrible was about to happen.
Slowly the dots disappeared from his mind's eye and he continued his arduous journey into his class.Now he had chemistry. He felt sick again. He hated this teacher and she hated him. Every year it was the same: he fought bitterly for his grade and every year he only managed to get through with great difficulty. But he only managed to do that because the teacher did not want to take an annual exam on the entire subject. His parents weren't exactly happy with his accomplishments, but he was happy that he got through!
Suddenly he was torn from his thoughts. Sara had dragged him into the girls' room. A huge shouting was about to start and then there would be room for laughter. He closed his eyes and expected one more joys that seemed to follow him every step of the way today.
Nothing happened!
He opened his eyes and he was surrounded by loud ...
.... toilet doors. And from Sara. It looked like a deer that was about to be run over. Her eyes were always wide and she looked around frantically. And she thought she was a witch.To be more precise, she thought she was Pheobe from Charmed.
Her eyes darted from side to side so quickly, so quickly that they could hardly be followed. "I have to tell you something," she hissed.
"What then, Sara!" he asked patiently. She looked at him indignantly, as if he had just insulted her in the worst possible way. "You don't understand! I really am a fortune teller !!" she hissed at him. He took a step back in surprise. "But I will forgive you for your thoughts because it is about more important things!" she looked at him expectantly. He felt more and more uncomfortable. He expected a girl to start screaming at any moment and closed his eyes. Sara saw it and remarked dryly: "Nobody will come in! - I'm in!" At that moment he was sorry for what he had been thinking about her the whole time. She was an outsider. Just like him basically!
"Alright! I don't have to feel sorry for you! You're more like the poor of both of us!"
He looked at her in amazement. "Yes!I'm really sorry for you ". A compassionate smile crossed her face." You're getting your adventure! "

The storm became more and more violent. The on-board crew had to cling on to avoid falling overboard and drowning miserably in the waves. A few had already given that fate. Including a couple of slaves and the captain. He would realize his dream in his new world, where he would also meet his wife and child: The two had perished from infant death. The child had died of the disease and the mother of the grief for the child.
Again you could hear someone screaming in the distance that you would never hear from again.
The water now sloshed into the little taverns in which the slaves were housed. She would drown miserably if no one helped her. Suddenly the hatch opened. One of the younger sailors ran towards the security lock that connected all slaves together.
"At least you should be free in the last minutes of your life!" he called over the roar and unlocked it.Then he was caught in a huge wave and washed overboard like some of the newly freed.