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TheNeverThere
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It had been at least a day, maybe two, he couldn't quite remember, since Xenoxis had last eaten or slept. With several open wounds, intense fatigue, and a broken arm, all that kept him from falling down and dying where he lay was his loyalty to the late Emperor Toku and his allies. He stumbled on through thick undergrowth, most of which consisted of briars and other thorny plants, causing yet more wounds upon his legs, He didn't notice though. Several hours earlier he had stopped feeling the pain, though whether it was a good thing, or a harbinger of more serious damage, he hadn't yet decided, nor had he been given time to decide. On his way to scout out the path to the Caves of the Fallen Phoenix, he had been ambushed by the Scorpion's agents. And the worst part was, he thought he recognized a few of the faces, although he had never seen them in so rotten a state. From what time he had when he first encountered the agents, he had counted about half of them as being undead. That was three days ago. It was only in the past 18 hours that he had managed to finally elude his persuers. He just hoped that he would be able to get back to Darius in time to warn him. Darius...Three days of pursuit...Darius was scheduled to leave less than two days ago...A feeling of dread washed over Xenoxis. It was already too late. He had let down Darius, and by letting down Darius, he had let down the late emperor. And that's when Xenoxis heard a familiar voice. He followed the voice, and emerged into a clearing occupied by a campsite. And sitting there at the fireside was the man whom he had thought he had lost. He took a feeble step forward, reached out his hand, a look of relief on his face, not fully comprehending the situation, only knowing that Darius was still alive. "Darius..." he managed to call out before he collapsed in a broken pile on he ground, barely breathing.