The pale man had noticed the look of relief on the Elf's face. He was now sure he had seen her before, but didn't risk looking at her anymore. He tried searching in his memory instead.
He didn't like doing that, though. His past was dark, there was no denying that. Solitude and misery had filled his days from the beginning. And the secret he couldn't share with anyone.
He felt the room getting dizzier in his eyes. What was he doing here anyway? The only place where he felt at home, was the forest. The darker the better.
It all seemed injust to him. After all, he had not done anything. Why was he to blame for the mistakes of his father?
[ December 28, 2002: Message edited by: Schmendrick ]
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