Bulvard slept, his head rested on Elwyn's lap, his brow furrowed as he dreamed.
Fuzzy dark shapes moved around, bright lights flashed in sudden bursts, a woman's face floated up and faded away, she kept calling his name...a bird screeched.
Suddenly Aronja screeched loudly, making everyone jump...
"What's that bird screaming for?" asked Culloth.
"That's Bulvard's falcon," replied Gwyn, " It seems to have a mental connection with him."
"What, that's insane," said Culloth angrily.
"It is true," replied Elanor.
"You better stay away from me, witch." hissed Culloth.
"But you must believe..." said Elanor softly raising her arms upward.
Suddenly the falcon screeched again and Bulvard's voice seemd to emerge from it's being...
"Dying Swans, twisted wings, Beauty not needed here
Lost my love, lost my life, in this garden of fear
I have seen many things, in a lifetime alone
Mother love is no more, bring this savage back home
Wilderness, house of pain, makes no sense of it all
Close my mind, dull this brain, messiah before his fall
What you see is not real, those who know will not tell "
The bird screeched again and fell to the ground even as Elanor collapsed where she was standing.
"Bah, even more foul elvish trickery," shouted Culloth and even Gwyn seemed to think so this time.
Everyone stared at the stilled body of the witch. Bulvard groaned softly.
[ July 17, 2002: Message edited by: Cimmerian ]
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