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[Abominox]

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Let it end...
Let it end...
Let it end...

Over and over, the words rang through the boy's mind as the coughing fit wracked his body. He doubled over, gasping for air in the backwoods near Umbra, the intense pain searing his lungs. All he wanted was for the pain to go away... even if it meant dying.

Slowly but surely, the seizure faded, and he sat down on a nearby log to recover. He pulled out a small handkerchief and wiped the blood from the front of his mask. He hoped nobody had saw his fit. Every time he felt one coming, he would flee and find a secluded place to let it come. His fits made him feel weak, and the last thing he wanted was for the world to pity him.

"It isn't worth it," he muttered. He took a quick glance back at Charnel Hill, then turned away. One of these days, he thought, it'll be over... then I'll be worthy of this.

The illness in his lungs had grown steadily worse in the past month. An unknown blight, the disease was curable only through the healers in Luna - a treatment that Abominox would not allow. One day he would die, he knew it... until then he was going to make the best of his studies in Ver Lor Reg. After all, Gargoyles had never taken much to the undead visitors.

With a sigh, he began his journey back to Umbra, back to the inn he was staying at until he left again for the Gargoyle city.