Calad sat in a different room, far from the others. He huddled in the corner, staring at the window and the shards of golden light that poured through. He wanted the room to be dark like his mind, but he was unaware that he was slowly getting closer to the light... getting closer to regaining sanity, remembering his name, age, friends, memories of good times instead of just the torturous, black memories of the orcs.. and the Ringwraith that had joined in on the cruelty, laughing thinly as he waved a sword in front of the elf's face.
He closed his eyes for a moment, then reopened them. He supposed that the others were too busy fighting still. They act like uruks... filthy creatures..., he thought. Unlike his normal speech, the mad jabbering that his companions heard, his thoughts were in complete, sane sentences. He looked at the window, then growled softly. He slowly stood erect and allowed the sun to shine on his fair face, framed with sable locks of hair. He stood for a while, gazing at the window.
Yes, I shall get away from these filthy uruks.. like all of the rest of them.... dirty and sneering, alway fighting.. he thought, but... that other elf... she is nice sometimes... His thoughts began to change a bit, then reverted quickly back. No! They are all demons inside! They let out their demons! Curse them and may they die! He lept onto the platform just in front of the window, then looked for an opening on it. There was none. He drew back his arm and punched out the glass, shattering it with a sound that the others would surely detect. He then looked down at the scenery. It was very high up. He hesitated, for he feared heights at times.
((Hee hee, long post..))
[ August 10, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ]
[ August 10, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ]
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