He tried to hold in his pain, but he could feel the scorpid venom seep through his body. The arrowhead dug its way into his lungs with every tiny movement. It was agony and growing worse each time he hacked. There was no control any longer. His mind, no longer focused on Lucia, had surrendered to the pain that his body was sending him. The Forsaken one could hear Lucia and feel her near, but it was like the sun in the arctic; you were aware of it, but it seemed distant and offered no warmth. He looked up into her eyes, those beautiful, clear eyes that had given him strength before. She was looking over his back and he could feel her tug out the last arrow, the scorpid arrow. And then he tingled all over. Little sparkles seemed to dance from his toes to his head. And then he felt incredib