“Heracles – help me.” screamed Gwen. They seemed to be inside a tunnel of light and were falling very fast. Lightning sometimes flashed in the opposite. Even so, Heracles couldn’t see much of what was in front of him. Everything except Gwen in front of him was covered with a thick layer of fog. The things he could felt clearly at moment were winds which blew strongly against his face and Earth’s traction on his body. He tried effort to open his eyes, kept watching on Gwen below. Gwen was facing to Heracles; his back turned to ground. Waving hands violently he called: “Help me, Heracles.” “Give me your hand.” Heracles screamed, stretched toward Gwen. Their hands reached on the others. Heracles grabbed on Gwen’s hand then pulled Gwen back to him. He hugged then helped Gwen turn to the same direction with him. “Where is Amelinda?” creamed Gwen. He had to do that because strong winds blowing pass their ears made them difficult to hear. “I don’t know. We must find her. Hope she is ahea...
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