[Everdawn]

Taurëwen was so calm, and Arië was shaking, she did her best despite the circumstances to help, and the older elf reasured her she was doing fine.

But the harder the elf pushed to stop Ihwesta's bleeding, more blood seemed to run over the young elf's hands. "PLease dont die Ihwesta, youre the closest thing to a sister ive got." she said quietly. Arië closed her eyes, the sight of blood was making her ill.

In the background she could hear the faint words passing between the other elves. Ainemention was ahead of her making sure no spiders came out to visit them again. Ceros was beside her. Arië became more and more reassured that everything was going to be allright. Not that she doubted Taurëwen's word, not at all.


Taurëwen had finally gotten Ihwesta back on trach and had told Arië that her work was done. Arië stood up in time to see Gilbereth in time to watch the surgical work which the older elf had now persued and to see Gilbereth start to scream in pain. Arië nearly screamed herself, but she managed to put a hand to her mouth, she was shaking.

There was nothing she could do to stop him screaming, but stand there in shock and back away slowly until she reached a tree and sunk to the ground, hand still at her mouth, a small amount to sobs audible. She had never seen anything like it in all of her short years.

Arië turned her head away and forced herself to look at something else, she then noticed one of the sleeves of her tunic was missing, obviously torn in a jump from a tree and a small amount to scratches showed. Arië was angry that she had been so luck to escape healthy and whole.


Why cant i stop shaking? Eru! Why is this happening again!she shouted in her mind, but no answer came. Her tears finally subsided, but the feeling of dread and anguish lingered. Keeping her head down she decided to keep watch with Ainemetion.

"Whats wrong over there?" he asked, looking straight ahead. Arië hesitated, "Ihwesta... is going to be ok, Gilbereth... Gilbereth, he lost an arm." Arië's teeth started to chatter from shock.

"Do you think that becuase we are young we are any different?" she asked him.
"No, why do you ask." Ainemetion replied.
"Becuase we are substancially younger than the rest of the company, and look at them, they are taking this so well and me... Well im a mess. I cant keep myself undercontrol for one damn second when they need me most!"

She turned around to face the camp, and the blood soaked ground that kept Ihwesta and Gilbereth.