A subtle shift in inflection caused Melost to glance at Khalad sharply. "You seem saddened, my friend. Perhaps I shall come with you on watch." He rose in one fluid movement, then reached his hand down to Khalad, who hesitated, then clasped it firmly. As they began to walk the perimeter of the camp, Melost looked back the same way Vlad had gone, then shrugged. No! Do not allow yourself to feel...to feel means to suffer." said a voice at the back of his mind. Something was there which whispered and nudged at his memory. It taunted and teased him with bits and pieces memories and he shook his head voilently as he tried to clear it. This proved to be a mistake. He staggered and nearly fell as blinding pain lanced through his head. Khalad stopped and went to his side. "Melost?"
"Melost?" Who's voice was it that called his name with such...longing? His eyes flew open as one memory suddenly stood out as though back-lit by a bon-fire of pain. Here was Arthain and there...there was his beloved...she of the ebon hair and beautiful eyes, in Arthain's tent. Together.
He wrenched away from Khalad with a wild cry and felt for his sword. Upon finding his scabbard empty, his wild eyes turned on Khalad. "Give me your weapon, human! It would not be wise to stay in my way!" Melost cursed as Khalad called out to his fellows for help, his expression one of confusion and anger. Had the Elf gone mad? Why had he cried out like that? Before he could react, Melost was on him.
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