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Rumble.
Rumble.
The girl beside me shrieks something, but it's drowned out by the quaking mountain. I don't need to hear what she said though. The word's echoing off the wall of my cranium.
Rock slide.
I yell something about running, but it's already to late. The stones come tumbling down on our heads. There's dust everywhere. The last thing I see is blood and dust settling on her silver hair.
...
Black.

"You failed me, Andrew.
Do it again."