Free again.

I got stronger fast, once I could fly at all. After a few weeks, Khasra and I started wondering how to make a new life. We knew we couldn't go back to Shkrill. Not with Sharrah there. And we both came to hate her. So much.

Once I really understood what she'd done to me, how she'd broken my head, I hated her. And hated myself, for ever letting her do those things. What she tried to make me do to Khasra. Everything. We dreamed of hurting her. Of making her suffer like she had done to so many hundreds of others. And me.

It's a blur again, for a while.
Then Khasra and I were flying, and saw some Grylra. I don't remember just how, but both groups spotted Sharrah flying with a small escort, near the pyramid. We both hated her. We attacked.

The fight was fierce. Her guards were strong, but outnumbered and suprised. None had ever dared attack Her before. Not like this. The drakes went after the guard. I went after her. Hitting her was all that mattered. I struck, and forced her lower, then hit again, and again, until she was driven to earth. Then hit her again. Every pain and hurt she had done to me burned! But *I* took her to ground! *I* did this! She taunted me, tormented me with words... and the old fears floated up... and I slashed her. As hard as I could, across the face. Opened her eye. Ssssshut her up!!! Wanted to kill her, so bad... but wanted to hurrrrt her, more. Much more. Grylra gryphons wanted this too. Tied her, and took her to a place. Very nice. Good tools and hurting things.

We hurt her for a long, long time. Many days. I bit her tail off one bone at a time. It was good.

It was very good.

And then the sssstupid drakes let her get away.

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