[ WP ] Write the third episode of non-existant series . Make us curious about what happened before episode 3 , and what happens after .

Wet. Not dead, but wet. 
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 Stiorn opened his eyes slowly, coming out of what was probably death. Blinking the haze out of his vision it comes into view. Still a bit blurry but he seems to be leaning on something. 
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 `` wha... what..'' is all he can muster at first, the feeling of exhaustion slowly leaving him. Giving a couple hard blinks he lazily focuses, `` where am.. I..'' he says as he reaches out to what he's leaning on. It feels like stone, *What else would it be in a cave? * Stiorn thought to himself. Focusing a bit more, he see's it clearly. Yes indeed it's a stone alright. 
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 It's a stalagmite, going directly through his chest. 
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 ``..oh.. Oh god!'' Stiorn exclaims while grabbing for the spike, `` That bastard really kicked me off the cliff!'' 
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 Frantically grasping the stalagmite Stiorn gets to his feet while still pierced by the thing, hunching over it. He gives a few grunts and tugs but to no avail. Looking around a bit, he see's what the wet feeling was now. 
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 `` Man my blood is all over my cloths. Zwecklings below...'' he cursed, `` I hope I do n't get a disease from all this.. dirt and grime going into me.'' 
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 The blood that had most likely pooled around his feet and the stone were now slowly oozing back to where it came from. Even the splashes that stained his clothing have mostly been receded out and flowed towards the wound. 
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 Stiorn had never seen such magical actions before, and while he was transfixed by such an amazing thing he heard a chuckle from behind. 
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 `` Young one I told you not to be peeking on those men, they seemed pretty dangerous.'' said the tiny floating man. He flew over with his small wings to the spike and leaned against it with an outstretched arm, scratching his bald head with the other. 
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 `` Ay-yol's love... You sure got stuck mighty bad. And while you were sleeping the deep-dark those men you spied on have taken stick an' stone to your village.'' 
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 `` What!? Then help me off this thing Gord!'' Stiorn yelled and then kept pulling and tugging trying to remove himself from the spike. 
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 `` You did n't listen at all when I was explaining what it meant to be *Divine and Protected* did you? I ca n't interact with this plane of existence, I am here to feed you my energy. That's all.'' Gord said while moving off the spike, zipping around Stiorn and landing on his back. 
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 `` Though if I can give a pointer, remember that thing I taught you about focusing the energy you're receiving?'' he said, now sitting cross legged on Stiorn's back. 
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 Stiorn gave an aggravated look, `` Yeah, but you told me that I have n't been *Divine* long enough to use it, ya know, hence the whole being kicked down a pit and impaled by a rock you dumb Fairy!'' he yelled and gave another pull trying to get off the stalagmite but to no avail. 
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 Gord gave a slightly annoyed look and rolled his eyes, `` I'm an Ay-yol Pixie thank you. Any way, well you've been dead- er, taking a nap down here for a while. Try it now like we practiced on the spike.'' 
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 Stopping his efforts to remove himself from the stone, he looked down towards his hands. But before focusing on the energy he noticed that all his blood had returned from their wounds. Ignoring the magic for now, he closed his eyes and began to focus. There, slowly but surely it was like from his practice. But then suddenly there was a lot more. 
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 `` Woah, I feel it... It's way more than before! How long have I-'' Stiorn cut off, `` No time, got ta hurry.'' and with that he clasped his hands around the stalagmite. His hands were softly glowing and before long they were bright like a flame. 
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 `` Good young one, you learn fast. Now.. Release it!'' Gord instructed. 
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 Stiorn groaned for a moment, and then there was a quick flash of light... 
 And then the stone was gone! `` Alright!'' Stiorn cheered, standing up straight. He turned towards Gord who was now hovering beside him. `` Now, lets climb this cliff and get out of this cave so we can help the village!'' 
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 As Stiorn turned and ran off towards the cliff side Gord dodged away from Stiorns back, `` Uh, Young one...'' he said trying to hold in a laugh, `` I think you missed something...'' 
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 The blast had only removed the stone where his hands had been, leaving the stone still stabbed through and dangerously swaying around from his back.
