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Edward Silas Dayze ran through the forest, desperate for an escape. The afrits, djinn and myriads surrounded him. A Chill, conjured by magic, crept over the area. He kept running, breath leaving clouds. His lips turned blue, his pale face was deathly white. His hands were shaking, but he pushed on. That's when he felt the hunger. The lack of sleep. The Grimms timing had been perfect, right when he was the weakest from exhaustion, hunger, and then they used the cold to finish him off.Late spring and he was freezing. Normal, really, for him. He collapsed into the frozen grass, lips purple and face white. He felt himself shutting down, dying... Gratefully, he fell into unconsciousness...
Edward still lay, dying. The demons had gone, and he was miraculously still alive. But not for long. His body was slowing down, shutting off. Dying. He was barely breathing, and his pulse was weak. From a distance, he appeared already dead. The tall, scrawny magician, lying near death...