The curse— RP

"Death." Alana groaned, flopping to her side. Honestly, that sounds really pleasant right now, She thought. A lot more pleasant than living my miserable life.
"oh. oh no! please don't die! you don't want that!" Ash said, "here," he said, digging around in his pouch, "food? water?... a feather?" he said frantically.
 

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