Everything had been going just fine until he’d run out of potion. If his friends hadn’t gone missing, maybe Alexander wouldn’t be in this mess. He struggled to his feet. Being a were-fish was absolute torture sometimes. He was freezing cold and struggling to breathe, thanks to the fact they were in a tundra. Why’d he agree to this? He walked for a couple minutes, trying to see through the darkness of the night, but having no luck. He collapsed shortly after. He couldn’t get up. That was it. He couldn’t go on any farther. He felt himself losing consciousness, and closed his eyes. e

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