The poison grew as Evbare struggled. She met her end before she met her dream. A lost dream. Cherya crept to Banjo and slapped him awoke.
"Get hold of yourself, you are our captain, now stand up," Banjo nodded slowly, "Before that we must Berry the dead."
Banjo rolled off a partially submerged rock, three feet and thought it would be deep enough. He walked back to meet an exhausted Cherya. He carried Osom's corpse from her. The lifeless body had become white and pale. He reflected on their last seconds together.
"I'm not going to make it, there's no hope for me," her words were slow and as silent as a whisper.
"Don't say that. We'll get out of this I promise," he released his press on her wound a bit. Blood sprouted out. Unknown to Banjo, she already lost too much blood from her back. She closed her eyes with a smile and tears.