Laying there, Yana wanted to scurry away, to roll over and crawl to safety. But she couldn’t. Maybe it was because her reason told her that if she did, she’d touch the Nulliem who was standing over her. Perhaps it was because she was simply too frightened to move even the slightest bit. The Pink Girl had become a shaking pile of frightened Yludih, and the Wanderer was too far off to do anything. This was it. Nothing could save her now. Yana wondered idly if her death would mean anything at all. She would cease to exist, surely, but would it change anything? Probably not. She did not really mind. Did this mean she had accepted her demise then? Maybe she had. Maybe not. But that too would not change anything. She would die, end of story. Even if she did not like it, if she did not make peace with it.
However, A wave of brilliant light washed through the forest, and before Yana was able to process what exactly was happening, the Nulliem was gone, and the Wanderer was there instead, spear in hand. He reached out for her, and she took his hand gladly, pulled back on her feet quickly. Then she just stood there for a bit, letting the waves of light pulse through her. This was a deus ex machina if she’d ever seen one, only this was not theatre, this was reality. Where did it come from? Instinctively she knew the answer already.
“It's the Ancient,” the Pink Girl said, awed and relieved. They had made it. Although… they had only survived this encounter, but there could be more Nulliem coming. The Wanderer motioned for them to follow, which the female Yludih both did. Yet, the serenity and calm they all seemed to feel did not eradicate their caution. Yana’s senses were on high alert, ears and eyes –both of which she did not seem to possess in this world- on the lookout for the Nulliem. Their weapons were held ready, and the Nulliem they ran into were easily gotten rid of, the pulses of light helping a great deal.
It took a whole long walk before they found another surviving Yludih. It was a female who was very enthusiastic at the sight of more survivors. She rushed forwards, calling out, and two more Yludih came out of hiding. One of them yelled a name, dashing towards the Wanderer and promptly hitting him in the face. Worry was apparent in her, and it appeared that perhaps she had been crying. “Where are the others?” Yana asked one of the other Yludih who were leading the Pink Girl away. The male looked up, his rudimentary features drooping.
“The Ancient is over there,” he said. Yanahalqah needed no further explanation. The rest had not made it. So there were six of them, out of the twenty or so Yludih who’d gathered at the start of this debacle. Plus the Ancient One. Her shoulders fell down. She said nothing however, instead plopping down against the crystal bark of a tree. A disaster. A goddamn disaster. And worst of all, she cared. Now that the relief had been drained away, she only felt defeat.
The Ancient One declared with soft voice they’d be going back to the city now. His fellow Ancients were already here, purging the woods with light. He did not rage and roar, nor did he spout accusations. There was no need. Yana dragged herself forwards, feeling incredibly tired. The Wanderer was already gone. Some others had vanished too. Perhaps I should go back there as well… she thought and she slipped out of the Uleuda before she realized she had.
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Well, this was fun! No worries for ending it, you were a great partner. I'll be looking forward to threading with you again in the future. 
