A Night of Stars and Oceans – Courtney Mcphail

Thick vines and bushes suffocated me in my attempt to reach the red lake. I scarcely caught a breath as I continued to slash my way through. Twigs and branches nipped at my skin and clothes, causing them to shed and tear. Blood poured out from my arms, but I didn’t worry about that and kept focused on the task at hand. Each hit and a slice of a tree vine drowned my mind with words from my father, which only made me whack with more ferocity. You can’t do it, Emory. A voice snarled in my ear, and I could hear the laughter in his voice. You’re not strong enough. You won’t survive. If only he were here on this adventure with me, so I could have told him ‘look at me now’ to his smug face. I had defeated the aisles sea and crossed the mountains of fear. Now, I was going to reach the red lake and drink from the fountain of luck. Father will be begging on his knees for forgiveness. I hadn’t realised that I was so lost in my thoughts before I had swung my axe again, which sent me stumbling forward. It glided through the wind, making a whooshing sound. When I regained my balance, I looked up and gasped at the sight before me. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before, almost magical. The kind of setting only told in fairy tales. I kept my eyes fixated on the surroundings; afraid to have missed something extraordinary.

I was higher up than anticipated. From where I stood, I could catch the picturesque views of a waterfall that crashed into the ocean below. The surface of the sea rippled and crashed against the rocks on the shore. As I looked down, I noticed a stairway between the stones that reached onto the sandy beach. They were terrifying looking. Most of them were bumpy and cracked which you couldn’t see because they blended in so well with the dirt. One wrong move and I would slip to my death. Yet, I knew that this was the only way to reach my destination. There was no turning back now. The sun descended onto the forest floor, but it was low and hid behind the mountain’s miles away. An orange glow fawned out. I pondered on whether to chance it, in hopes of reaching the fountain by the tomorrows’ sun. Or do I wait and sleep out under the stars? It was going to be nightfall soon and taking the path at this hour would only increase my chances of death. It took me a moment to figure out the best cause of action, and fathers voice again filled my mind. No matter how eager I was to get to the red lake, I couldn’t risk it. If I died, then my father will win. I turned from my stairway and settled on finding some equipment to make a shelter. The first thing warriors get taught during training was to built shelter. They protected you from the monsters and demons that roamed the night. I scratched the back of my neck with the wonder of where to start. It was a mess and I sure as hell wasn’t going to go back into the thick of it. If only I had bought my camping equipment, but I never thought I’d have to be sleeping overnight. I began chopping down large branches from the trees, making sure they were thick enough to hold. The thicker they were, the steadier. Each branch fell with a massive thud against the ground, and I coughed up some slight dirt as it had risen and hit my face. It was only a few moments, but it had seemed like I was chopping for hours. When the last branch fell, the arms on my body began to feel like they were about to fall off. I sighed and wiped the sweat off my forehead as soon as the last branch touched the ground. Before I knew it, the sun was almost down to darkness, causing a panicked feeling to rise in my chest. Unlike other parts of the Kingdom, the red lake was more deadly at night. It attracted the worse kinds of demons. It’s one of the reasons why the stories of journeys there are rare. If they do, it’s unlikely they’ll ever come back alive. I hurried the process along. Tired, and hungry; I wanted nothing more than to sit down watch the stars twinkle in the sky. The day ahead was long; I didn’t like the night to be either. With enough strength, I began placing the tree branches in an angle between one of the rocks. Once done, I covered it with a pile of leaves from the floor. It wasn’t the greatest of shelters, and if I were staying for more than one night I would have rendered it useless. But it was enough to keep me dry and protected for the few hours I was alone. The cold had started to form, and the air near the red lake was more potent than back home. Despite the warmth of the luminescent sun, the cold breeze attacked at the exposed parts of my skin. Without waiting, I started on creating a fire. It was an easy process, only taking a couple of twigs, stones, and dry leaves to get going, but it wasn’t a quick one. By the time the fire had ignited, the sun had disappeared. A cast of bright shadows fell into the waters below. As soon as everything was ready, I stopped and looked out to the sea and was it a mesmerising sight. I found myself thinking I could spend eternity up here if I had everything I needed. I took a deep inhale and let the breathable air fill my lungs. The scent of the grass and the wood filled my nostrils. A star passed me overhead and thought of sitting here all night, watching them. Who needed sleep? But the sound of a wolf’s howl cried in the distance takes me off guard. I clutched the axe to tight to my chest, and keep my eyes peeled. I wasn’t an amateur when it came to wolves, but neither was I arrogant. They were hard to take down, and a whole pack by myself was almost impossible. The more I thought about it, the more I realised I had more chance of dying out here than reaching the fountain of luck. Is that why they call it the fountain of luck? Not because it gives you luck but because you’re lucky for even getting there in the first place? A shuffle sounded behind me, and my head turned with a snap, my axe still attached to my body. Was it the wolves? How did they get here that quick? A few more ruffles sounded out, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified. But as my commander had said, fear will only make you sloppy. I’m ready for the attack when what stepped out of the trees almost made me drop my weapon. A woman, no older or younger than me made her way out. Her blonde hair fell down her shoulders and trailed to her hips. It tangled together and had leaves stuck through it. She wore a white dress that only just covered her slim body. A tear slashed on one shoulder. Her face was soft and young yet covered in dirt, like mine. It was like she had been travelling all night, alone. I felt almost sorry for her, that was until I saw the assortment of weapons she carried. They were nothing like mine, in-fact they were nothing like the ordinary person would have. Two great long swords sat at her hips; daggers fit into a pocket around her ankle. But a small pointy blade that twisted like a braid surprised me the most.

‘Give me your camp.’ She said with such authority and assertion that it made the hairs on my arms stand up. She twisted the knife between her hands. I wanted to chuckle at her words, but the number of weapons on her body stopped me from doing so. They were far superior, and I was far too tired to take them on.

I stepped back a little and stood on a twig. It snapped in half, startling me. ‘This is my camp. You can of course have it tomorrow when I leave.’

She almost growled at my words. Her bright blue eyes darkened as she swayed her hips towards me. It was hard not to notice the curves she held that pruned her body to a sharp hourglass figure. The gods herself crafted her. As she stepped forward, she pointed the twisted dagger at me. Blood dried at the ends of it, and it had rust along the edges, as if she had used it a few times. I gulped down a dry throat that I didn’t know I had.

‘Well, then, I guess you die.’

My foot takes another step back, but I lost my footing and almost slipped and fell into the oceans behind me. The woman smirked as she saw me; it’s clear she noticed the terror rising through my body. She didn’t say anything else as she kept walking forward as if she was savoring every moment. Like the killing was fun. My eyes scanned the place, trying to think of a way out of this mess but there was no way out. Unless I jumped, which had a high chance of me falling to my death. I could feel the heart beating in my chest, and the blood ran cold through my veins. It took me weeks to travel here, and I was going to die in the hand of theft, like a commoner. I was going to accept my fate, but that’s until I noticed, through a tear, a long golden arrow tattooed to her side. My eyes widened at it. Only legends told stories about them. Said to be near the red lake, protecting the fountain from people who abused it. But they were never found, never heard of. I should have known from her sunlight hair and eyes of the ocean.

‘You’re a mermaid?’ I gasped at my question, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Her faced contorted into slight bewilderment until a smile formed on her face.

‘So, you know of us?’ She smirked. Her voice sent chills down my spine. ‘Then you know what we can do when we don’t get what we want.’ She was right. Mermaids could do anything they wanted with the sound of a song. Their voices were hypnotising to anyone who listened to them. They trapped you in a love -like trance, possessing your mind as if you were in love with them. With the right note, they could make you kill someone.

She was about to lunge at me, but I threw my hands in the air. Her hands soft but held strong against my shoulder. The knife was mere inches from discovering the inside of my stomach, but I screamed. ‘I need your help.’ And she stopped the tip of the knife above my belly button. Listening to the stories, I knew that Mermaids love the need. They were selfish beings who thrived of their power.

‘Why should I help you?’ She spat.

‘Because I can help you too.’ I said, after discovering a couple of bruises that lined her arms and legs. A cut sliced down her right cheek. She was on the run from somebody; no mermaid would look like that after coming from the ocean. She was hiding, that’s why she needed this camp.

‘I don’t need your help.’ She turned away from me, embarrassed by my accusation. Mermaids were elegant women who danced with the waves of the oceans. Made from beauty and grace, yet, this one had turned sour from what the world had thrown at her. After the knife pulled away from me, I coughed out a lump in my throat.

‘Well them bruises don’t seem like it. Who could hurt such a beautiful mermaid?’ My voice cracked, but I hoped the flattery eased her anger. I pressed a hand against her back, but she shoved me off. ‘Help me, and I will help you with whoever hurt you.’

She doesn’t say anything for a few moments. Instead, she keeps her eyes on the dagger, most likely contemplating whether she still wanted to use it on me or not. But to my surprise, she turns around, her eyes staring back into mine. ‘What do you want?’ Her voice is softer than before.

I sighed a breath of relief, knowing the chance of my awful fate was over. ‘To get to the fountain of luck.’

She had laughed at my answer and rolled her eyes. ‘Of course, I should’ve known. All guys like you want to get to it. What is it for? Fame? A girlfriend?’

She looked at me with amusement. Most likely thinking I was an ordinary guy asking to get to something that could grant me fame and power. But I didn’t want what most men wanted. I wanted freedom, freedom to be my self, to be the man I always wanted to be.

‘My father.’ I say, stopping her laughter.

She stayed silent, not daring to say anything else. I’m thankful she decided not to pry. After a few moments of silence, she says, ‘I’ll help you. But if you lie about your promise to help me, then I’ll chop you into little pieces and feed them to the fish.’ I gulped at her words, but nodded in agreement. She sits, crossed-legged on the ground. A flush of exhaustion flashed her face, and I wondered how long she’s been running for. I wanted to ask her but thought I’d be wise if I didn’t. I didn’t want to pry too much into her life, and after tomorrow morning I’d forget she ever existed. As she sat, looking at the sky I decided to follow her lead. My legs dangled over the edge of the cliff as I sat. We watched as the stars passed by and the boats drifted in the middle of the sea. My mind imagined where the people on the ships were going. To a new life? Visiting friends? Fleeing from their home like the mermaid. This world was far more wicked than good. My eyes glanced to the woman beside me. And with all the Stars and Oceans that the world had to offer, she was the most beautiful to look at.

‘What’s your name?’ I asked. I didn’t want to delve into her life, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t want to know her name at least.

‘Myra.’

Another wolf howled out, but this time it was far closer than I would’ve liked. I stood up like a shot, the hairs on my arms standing up. Goosebumps formed, and it sent an iced-cold chill down them. ‘What’s that?’ Myra asked this time I noticed she was standing too. Her dagger closed around her hand in protection. As soon as I thought it was clear, a low, menacing growl chews through the wind, stiffening it. Silence filled the atmosphere; every part of my body stood on edge. It didn’t take me long to notice the great, big pair of green eyes between the darkest legs of the trees.

‘Wolf!’ I screamed out before a pack of them came storming out. Each one was baring and snapping their jaws. Their great fangs could slice my skin in seconds. Saliva poured from their chins and I cringe at the sight. Myra had thrown her dagger to the side and whipped out one of her swords. It pulled with a ringing, and she swung fiercely at the wolf, slicing it down the stomach. It yelped out in pain.

With my small dagger, I was pathetic alongside her. ‘Could I maybe get one of those?’ I asked as I tried to jab the wolf, but instead, it almost pounced on me. Its great grey claws tried to lodge themselves into my shoulder. With a spark of luck, I dodged out of the way from its attack, and it ran straight over the cliff.

Myra slices yet another wolf before throwing me the second sword. I caught it and whisked it through the wind. ‘What do they want?’ Myra yells at me.

‘To eat us.’ I knew I was being sarcastic as I could hear the eyes on Myra as they rolled. But what else does a wolf want when their pack attacks you? And this kind were the most lethal of all.

I slashed, and I diced, and I nipped at the wolfs skin with ease. I felt mighty with the sword in hand. No wonder Myra carried so many. But my ego and arrogance got the best of me, and I missed as a wolf yet again, pounced. This time it grips on, a searing pain radiated through my body as its teeth sank into my side. I screamed out, begging for help. The pain radiated through my body that I thought I was going to pass out. Blood poured from my open wounds. In a desperate attempt, I tried to force the wolf off of me, but nothing worked as the claws buried deep into my skin. It went in for another bite, this time of the head, but a sword sliced straight through its head, blood poured all over me. A metallic taste settled onto my lips. I stare in my surprise as the wolf body fell. Only then, is that when I saw Myra standing with her sword dripping with blood of the wolf she had killed. Her dress turned from a bright white to a dark crimson red.

My breath was quick and in small bursts. The woman that was going to end my life, saved it. I looked at her, and her eyes twinkled in the moonlight. She smiled like she was proud of herself and offered out a hand for me to take. I took it without hesitation.

‘Do you count that as two helpings now?’ She laughed as I wiped the blood from my face.

I was higher up than anticipated. From where I stood, I could catch the picturesque views of a waterfall that crashed into the ocean below. The surface of the sea rippled and crashed against the rocks on the shore. As I looked down, I noticed a stairway between the stones that reached onto the sandy beach. They were terrifying looking. Most of them were bumpy and cracked which you couldn’t see because they blended in so well with the dirt. One wrong move and I would slip to my death. Yet, I knew that this was the only way to reach my destination. There was no turning back now. The sun descended onto the forest floor, but it was low and hid behind the mountain’s miles away. An orange glow fawned out. I pondered on whether to chance it, in hopes of reaching the fountain by the tomorrows’ sun. Or do I wait and sleep out under the stars? It was going to be nightfall soon and taking the path at this hour would only increase my chances of death. It took me a moment to figure out the best cause of action, and fathers voice again filled my mind. No matter how eager I was to get to the red lake, I couldn’t risk it. If I died, then my father will win. I turned from my stairway and settled on finding some equipment to make a shelter. The first thing warriors get taught during training was to built shelter. They protected you from the monsters and demons that roamed the night. I scratched the back of my neck with the wonder of where to start. It was a mess and I sure as hell wasn’t going to go back into the thick of it. If only I had bought my camping equipment, but I never thought I’d have to be sleeping overnight. I began chopping down large branches from the trees, making sure they were thick enough to hold. The thicker they were, the steadier. Each branch fell with a massive thud against the ground, and I coughed up some slight dirt as it had risen and hit my face. It was only a few moments, but it had seemed like I was chopping for hours. When the last branch fell, the arms on my body began to feel like they were about to fall off. I sighed and wiped the sweat off my forehead as soon as the last branch touched the ground. Before I knew it, the sun was almost down to darkness, causing a panicked feeling to rise in my chest. Unlike other parts of the Kingdom, the red lake was more deadly at night. It attracted the worse kinds of demons. It’s one of the reasons why the stories of journeys there are rare. If they do, it’s unlikely they’ll ever come back alive. I hurried the process along. Tired, and hungry; I wanted nothing more than to sit down watch the stars twinkle in the sky. The day ahead was long; I didn’t like the night to be either. With enough strength, I began placing the tree branches in an angle between one of the rocks. Once done, I covered it with a pile of leaves from the floor. It wasn’t the greatest of shelters, and if I were staying for more than one night I would have rendered it useless. But it was enough to keep me dry and protected for the few hours I was alone. The cold had started to form, and the air near the red lake was more potent than back home. Despite the warmth of the luminescent sun, the cold breeze attacked at the exposed parts of my skin. Without waiting, I started on creating a fire. It was an easy process, only taking a couple of twigs, stones, and dry leaves to get going, but it wasn’t a quick one. By the time the fire had ignited, the sun had disappeared. A cast of bright shadows fell into the waters below. As soon as everything was ready, I stopped and looked out to the sea and was it a mesmerising sight. I found myself thinking I could spend eternity up here if I had everything I needed. I took a deep inhale and let the breathable air fill my lungs. The scent of the grass and the wood filled my nostrils. A star passed me overhead and thought of sitting here all night, watching them. Who needed sleep? But the sound of a wolf’s howl cried in the distance takes me off guard. I clutched the axe to tight to my chest, and keep my eyes peeled. I wasn’t an amateur when it came to wolves, but neither was I arrogant. They were hard to take down, and a whole pack by myself was almost impossible. The more I thought about it, the more I realised I had more chance of dying out here than reaching the fountain of luck. Is that why they call it the fountain of luck? Not because it gives you luck but because you’re lucky for even getting there in the first place? A shuffle sounded behind me, and my head turned with a snap, my axe still attached to my body. Was it the wolves? How did they get here that quick? A few more ruffles sounded out, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified. But as my commander had said, fear will only make you sloppy. I’m ready for the attack when what stepped out of the trees almost made me drop my weapon. A woman, no older or younger than me made her way out. Her blonde hair fell down her shoulders and trailed to her hips. It tangled together and had leaves stuck through it. She wore a white dress that only just covered her slim body. A tear slashed on one shoulder. Her face was soft and young yet covered in dirt, like mine. It was like she had been travelling all night, alone. I felt almost sorry for her, that was until I saw the assortment of weapons she carried. They were nothing like mine, in-fact they were nothing like the ordinary person would have. Two great long swords sat at her hips; daggers fit into a pocket around her ankle. But a small pointy blade that twisted like a braid surprised me the most.

‘Give me your camp.’ She said with such authority and assertion that it made the hairs on my arms stand up. She twisted the knife between her hands. I wanted to chuckle at her words, but the number of weapons on her body stopped me from doing so. They were far superior, and I was far too tired to take them on.

I stepped back a little and stood on a twig. It snapped in half, startling me. ‘This is my camp. You can of course have it tomorrow when I leave.’

She almost growled at my words. Her bright blue eyes darkened as she swayed her hips towards me. It was hard not to notice the curves she held that pruned her body to a sharp hourglass figure. The gods herself crafted her. As she stepped forward, she pointed the twisted dagger at me. Blood dried at the ends of it, and it had rust along the edges, as if she had used it a few times. I gulped down a dry throat that I didn’t know I had.

‘Well, then, I guess you die.’

My foot takes another step back, but I lost my footing and almost slipped and fell into the oceans behind me. The woman smirked as she saw me; it’s clear she noticed the terror rising through my body. She didn’t say anything else as she kept walking forward as if she was savoring every moment. Like the killing was fun. My eyes scanned the place, trying to think of a way out of this mess but there was no way out. Unless I jumped, which had a high chance of me falling to my death. I could feel the heart beating in my chest, and the blood ran cold through my veins. It took me weeks to travel here, and I was going to die in the hand of theft, like a commoner. I was going to accept my fate, but that’s until I noticed, through a tear, a long golden arrow tattooed to her side. My eyes widened at it. Only legends told stories about them. Said to be near the red lake, protecting the fountain from people who abused it. But they were never found, never heard of. I should have known from her sunlight hair and eyes of the ocean.

‘You’re a mermaid?’ I gasped at my question, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Her faced contorted into slight bewilderment until a smile formed on her face.

‘So, you know of us?’ She smirked. Her voice sent chills down my spine. ‘Then you know what we can do when we don’t get what we want.’ She was right. Mermaids could do anything they wanted with the sound of a song. Their voices were hypnotising to anyone who listened to them. They trapped you in a love -like trance, possessing your mind as if you were in love with them. With the right note, they could make you kill someone.

She was about to lunge at me, but I threw my hands in the air. Her hands soft but held strong against my shoulder. The knife was mere inches from discovering the inside of my stomach, but I screamed. ‘I need your help.’ And she stopped the tip of the knife above my belly button. Listening to the stories, I knew that Mermaids love the need. They were selfish beings who thrived of their power.

‘Why should I help you?’ She spat.

‘Because I can help you too.’ I said, after discovering a couple of bruises that lined her arms and legs. A cut sliced down her right cheek. She was on the run from somebody; no mermaid would look like that after coming from the ocean. She was hiding, that’s why she needed this camp.

‘I don’t need your help.’ She turned away from me, embarrassed by my accusation. Mermaids were elegant women who danced with the waves of the oceans. Made from beauty and grace, yet, this one had turned sour from what the world had thrown at her. After the knife pulled away from me, I coughed out a lump in my throat.

‘Well them bruises don’t seem like it. Who could hurt such a beautiful mermaid?’ My voice cracked, but I hoped the flattery eased her anger. I pressed a hand against her back, but she shoved me off. ‘Help me, and I will help you with whoever hurt you.’

She doesn’t say anything for a few moments. Instead, she keeps her eyes on the dagger, most likely contemplating whether she still wanted to use it on me or not. But to my surprise, she turns around, her eyes staring back into mine. ‘What do you want?’ Her voice is softer than before.

I sighed a breath of relief, knowing the chance of my awful fate was over. ‘To get to the fountain of luck.’

She had laughed at my answer and rolled her eyes. ‘Of course, I should’ve known. All guys like you want to get to it. What is it for? Fame? A girlfriend?’

She looked at me with amusement. Most likely thinking I was an ordinary guy asking to get to something that could grant me fame and power. But I didn’t want what most men wanted. I wanted freedom, freedom to be my self, to be the man I always wanted to be.

‘My father.’ I say, stopping her laughter.

She stayed silent, not daring to say anything else. I’m thankful she decided not to pry. After a few moments of silence, she says, ‘I’ll help you. But if you lie about your promise to help me, then I’ll chop you into little pieces and feed them to the fish.’ I gulped at her words, but nodded in agreement. She sits, crossed-legged on the ground. A flush of exhaustion flashed her face, and I wondered how long she’s been running for. I wanted to ask her but thought I’d be wise if I didn’t. I didn’t want to pry too much into her life, and after tomorrow morning I’d forget she ever existed. As she sat, looking at the sky I decided to follow her lead. My legs dangled over the edge of the cliff as I sat. We watched as the stars passed by and the boats drifted in the middle of the sea. My mind imagined where the people on the ships were going. To a new life? Visiting friends? Fleeing from their home like the mermaid. This world was far more wicked than good. My eyes glanced to the woman beside me. And with all the Stars and Oceans that the world had to offer, she was the most beautiful to look at.

‘What’s your name?’ I asked. I didn’t want to delve into her life, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t want to know her name at least.

‘Myra.’

‘Emory.’

Another wolf howled out, but this time it was far closer than I would’ve liked. I stood up like a shot, the hairs on my arms standing up. Goosebumps formed, and it sent an iced-cold chill down them. ‘What’s that?’ Myra asked this time I noticed she was standing too. Her dagger closed around her hand in protection. As soon as I thought it was clear, a low, menacing growl chews through the wind, stiffening it. Silence filled the atmosphere; every part of my body stood on edge. It didn’t take me long to notice the great, big pair of green eyes between the darkest legs of the trees.

‘Wolf!’ I screamed out before a pack of them came storming out. Each one was baring and snapping their jaws. Their great fangs could slice my skin in seconds. Saliva poured from their chins and I cringe at the sight. Myra had thrown her dagger to the side and whipped out one of her swords. It pulled with a ringing, and she swung fiercely at the wolf, slicing it down the stomach. It yelped out in pain.

With my small dagger, I was pathetic alongside her. ‘Could I maybe get one of those?’ I asked as I tried to jab the wolf, but instead, it almost pounced on me. Its great grey claws tried to lodge themselves into my shoulder. With a spark of luck, I dodged out of the way from its attack, and it ran straight over the cliff.

Myra slices yet another wolf before throwing me the second sword. I caught it and whisked it through the wind. ‘What do they want?’ Myra yells at me.

‘To eat us.’ I knew I was being sarcastic as I could hear the eyes on Myra as they rolled. But what else does a wolf want when their pack attacks you? And this kind were the most lethal of all.

I slashed, and I diced, and I nipped at the wolfs skin with ease. I felt mighty with the sword in hand. No wonder Myra carried so many. But my ego and arrogance got the best of me, and I missed as a wolf yet again, pounced. This time it grips on, a searing pain radiated through my body as its teeth sank into my side. I screamed out, begging for help. The pain radiated through my body that I thought I was going to pass out. Blood poured from my open wounds. In a desperate attempt, I tried to force the wolf off of me, but nothing worked as the claws buried deep into my skin. It went in for another bite, this time of the head, but a sword sliced straight through its head, blood poured all over me. A metallic taste settled onto my lips. I stare in my surprise as the wolf body fell. Only then, is that when I saw Myra standing with her sword dripping with blood of the wolf she had killed. Her dress turned from a bright white to a dark crimson red.

My breath was quick and in small bursts. The woman that was going to end my life, saved it. I looked at her, and her eyes twinkled in the moonlight. She smiled like she was proud of herself and offered out a hand for me to take. I took it without hesitation.

‘Do you count that as two helpings now?’ She laughed as I wiped the blood from my face.

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