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Leighlei · 04-10-2002, 03:11 PM

The elf-girl sat upon her bed, looking at her hands. She stood and went over to the bars, wrapping those same hands around them and gazing out. Her breathing was labored, it was almost as if she was dying. She felt as though her sould had left her body and that her heart would stop beating any minute. She had given up and let a tear slip down her face, then wiped it away before anyone could see.

She needed the freedom, it was her mother and her father, she needed the open and air, it was her comfort. She remembered only little of her real parents, stains of blood on the floor, the gnarled face of an orc, the foul breath, the twisted bodies, the one hand, nails beautiful, laying idle, fingers slightly curved, wreathed in blood. In her dreams she longed to touch the soft skin of that hand, but never could, the face of that horrible monster loomed close to her then-small body, curled into a corner. Although it had not seen her with those empty and hideous eyes, in her soul it was almost as if it's filth had encased her and held her still. And she saw, in her father's still hand, a short spear, beautiful, laying also idle. It must have slipped from his grasp when he fell...the dying fall. The creature turned, satisfied, and was almost gone when she darted out of the shadow, unnoticed, silent, and her little hands took up the weapon, not touching the dead flesh of that shadow-parent, and she scurried, little feet over the floor, silent like a mouse, and thrust the blade foreward. That horrible creature let out a cry that rang throughout her dreams in echo, the thing turned, face twisted, and she was unafraid. With the crude daggar in it's claw it slashed at her face and blood swelled around her eye, it had not cut the eye itself, but above and below, and she had to close it, because the blood dripping in stung. She wailed, and it mixed with the dying cry of that deformed and wrteched creature as it fell to the floor. Then, in the reverberating silence, she pulled the spear from it. Without looking back at the parents that, in her memory, slipped into oblivion and became only the figment of memory and nothing more, left that place.

And that was all she could remember, because it only came to her in nightmares.

[ April 20, 2002: Message edited by: Leighlei ]

04-10-2002, 03:11 PM	#63
Leighlei Haunting Spirit Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Somewhere in one of the rings of Hell Posts: 89	The elf-girl sat upon her bed, looking at her hands. She stood and went over to the bars, wrapping those same hands around them and gazing out. Her breathing was labored, it was almost as if she was dying. She felt as though her sould had left her body and that her heart would stop beating any minute. She had given up and let a tear slip down her face, then wiped it away before anyone could see. She needed the freedom, it was her mother and her father, she needed the open and air, it was her comfort. She remembered only little of her real parents, stains of blood on the floor, the gnarled face of an orc, the foul breath, the twisted bodies, the one hand, nails beautiful, laying idle, fingers slightly curved, wreathed in blood. In her dreams she longed to touch the soft skin of that hand, but never could, the face of that horrible monster loomed close to her then-small body, curled into a corner. Although it had not seen her with those empty and hideous eyes, in her soul it was almost as if it's filth had encased her and held her still. And she saw, in her father's still hand, a short spear, beautiful, laying also idle. It must have slipped from his grasp when he fell...the dying fall. The creature turned, satisfied, and was almost gone when she darted out of the shadow, unnoticed, silent, and her little hands took up the weapon, not touching the dead flesh of that shadow-parent, and she scurried, little feet over the floor, silent like a mouse, and thrust the blade foreward. That horrible creature let out a cry that rang throughout her dreams in echo, the thing turned, face twisted, and she was unafraid. With the crude daggar in it's claw it slashed at her face and blood swelled around her eye, it had not cut the eye itself, but above and below, and she had to close it, because the blood dripping in stung. She wailed, and it mixed with the dying cry of that deformed and wrteched creature as it fell to the floor. Then, in the reverberating silence, she pulled the spear from it. Without looking back at the parents that, in her memory, slipped into oblivion and became only the figment of memory and nothing more, left that place. And that was all she could remember, because it only came to her in nightmares. [ April 20, 2002: Message edited by: Leighlei ]