The cold blade passed through your breastplate as though it were mist and gently touched your heart. It is cold. The blade is like a sliver of ice running through your body. You do not bleed but rather stand stock still as your heart turns black and begins to pump a vile poison through your veins, freezing your body and turning it to stone.
The world grows dim, even Julio's muttering seems far off. Julio. Could he save you now? Could anyone? You had heard tales of blades like these that would turn those it touched to a living stone, trapped forever, unmoving, undying. The Skeletons fade and Julio stops his muttering. At first you believe you have died, but then you hear a cruel laughter.
"You are indeed a miserable pathetic creature." it was Julio's voice, but never had he seemed so bold, "You weren't the worst though. One fellow never even made it to the gate, the old drunkard. He passed out under a fig tree that a little red Yara had made his home in. He's probably found a fig tree of his own by now. I was so very dissapointed."
He looked you in the eyes, his helplessness now yours, and your courage his.
"You may have guessed my real identity by now. You probably want to know what I have in mind for you." he said, "I don't mean to leave you as a stone forever. I haven't been luring adventurers here all this time to construct a statuary. No, I have other plans for you, my darling."
Part of the world fades away as the poison reaches your left eye turning it to stone.
"I'll come back soon, love. My job's done, now the magic goes to work."
Your right eye clouds over and the last thing you hear is, "Sleep tight, my darling to be."
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