The Frailty of the Nevim

     Knees hooked around a branch of the last Panla tree, Meryn examined the vine below. It beguiled her weary eye into believing it might be one of the Nevim she’d sought since they’d decimated her lands, never being seen. 

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     The invading serpent race were rumored to be invulnerable only as long as they remained elusive, so to lock eyes with one would break their power and restore the realm. Having hunted them in vain hope that the reports were true, she grasped the vine.

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     It whirled on her, spitting as it opened its maw and put the gossips to shame.

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