Lola stared at Driel's new shape with wide eyes.  "Driel...?"  Lola's
attention drifted to the villagers.  They were more confused and
frightened than she was.  Lola made a decision.  She went to Driel.
"Dri... Leyura, you have... magic?"

   Leyura nodded.  "Cure magic is my strength.  Do you need my
assistance?"  Leyura held out four of her six arms to Lola.

   Lola flinched at the thought of the arms moving toward her.  Reminding
herself that this creature was a part of Driel, she took two of Leyura's
hands into her own and nodded.  "Yes... Driel... Please..."

   Leviathan yelled back over his shoulder.  "I cannot hold them back
forever!"

   Lola looked at the approaching undead army anxiously.  "They're getting
closer!"  She looked to the villagers.  "Villagers of Maranda!  We must
band together!"

   A voice cried out from the crowd.  "But we cannot stop them!"

   Lola pointed a finger at the crowd.  "Yes, WE can!  Bare your strongest
weapons.  Those without metal weapons shall carry torches!  WE SHALL STOP
AT NOTHING TO SAVE THE ONES WE LOVE!"

   Another voice sang out.  "We can burn the undead with torches!"

   Suddenly the village was filled with activity.  Men, women, and
children were running about gathering the materials needed to construct
torches.  A woman raced out of the Inn with a lantern in her hands.  She
threw the lantern down upon a growing stack of debris.  The pile of
miscellaneous trash burst into flames.

   Finally, the noise settled down enough for Leviathan to be heard.
"They have come too close, now!  We must arrange an attack!"

   Lola raised her machete, trying to look like she knew what she was
doing, and yelled to the crowd.  "Light your torches!"  A silence hung
over the village.  With a gasping breath, Lola screamed.  "ATTACK!"

   People poured out of Maranda.  The undead began to swell and burn from
the fire burning on the villagers torches.  Still, the people were
overwhelmed.

   Lola clutched her ring.  She felt a strong link...with Driel...
Something pulled at her subconsious.  "Is this telepathy?" she wondered
to herself.  Concentrating, on Driel, Lola closed her eyes.  "DRIEL...!
We need that cure magic!"  She opened her eyes in time to see a wretched,
armless wraith decending upon her.  Drawing courage from her inner-soul,
she leaped onto the wraith and brought her machete down upon its head.
The wraith's muscles and bones fell apart, and lay still.

   Suddenly a bright light surrounded the villagers and the
undead...mid-battle.  Leyura could be heard continually casting LIFE.  "I
call from within me.. .Life!"

   Many of the villagers fell to their knees to shield themselves from the
light that surrounded them.  Lola stood firm, letting the light run
through her.  She raised her machete and let out a battle cry filled with
passion... "Driel...!"

   And then the light was gone...

   Lola rubbed her eyes and looked around the battlefield.  The entire
undead army had been defeated.  The villagers slowly started to rise to
their feet.  Some poked at the mounds of undead bodies strewn about.

   Everyone was silent as they slowly came to notice Lola, and the
direction of her gaze...  She looked to Maranda, where the fire pit was
still raging.  In front of the fire stood two great serpents, their heads
bowed, their scales glinting in the firelight...