Talk:The Marsh/@comment-25910425-20141227201605

Duskheart stumbled onto the edges of the smooth, hard rocks that lead to the Marsh. His apprentice, Runningpaw, ran after him. "Are you okay, Duskheart?" she purred. Nodding, he carried on with a fatal limp. "I already said I could help you!" she moaned. "No! I already told you! I'm fine!" Runningpaw insisted. She gulped, afraid of what might happen. Suddenly, he froze in time and fell down the rocks, landing in the big swamps. He just lay there, still and unconscious. Runningpaw screamed. "Duskheart!"