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Arien · 03-31-2003, 02:14 PM

Belegond's dreams were troubled. He tossed and turned on the hard ground.

He could see Kaldon, that man who had betrayed them. He was standing face to face with Belegond.

"So ranger," he said, "Thought you could trick me eh? Thought you were so good to find out and tell the rest I was on your trail? Well now you will pay." Kaldon unsheathed a large sword from his side and held is up to the moonlight. He turned around for a moment then spun round again this time with his sword pressed against a maidens neck. Belegond could not see her face clearly. And he tried to reach out to her but he could not. His arms were dead, stuck to his sides.

"Well you will pay!" He took the maidens hood off and behold it was Yanithe. She struggled and tried to break free but his grip was too tight.

"No!" he shouted and tried to reach out again. But his efforts were in vain, Kaldon slit her throat. Blood poured everywhere. He could hear himself shouting into the night. And then quietly he whispered why? Why? Then blackness. And now he could hear a voice. A voice that soothed his mind, twas an elf and he was glad of it. For he now could sleep, though his dream still troubled him.

03-31-2003, 02:14 PM	#216
Arien Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: London/Leeds UK Posts: 417	Belegond's dreams were troubled. He tossed and turned on the hard ground. He could see Kaldon, that man who had betrayed them. He was standing face to face with Belegond. "So ranger," he said, "Thought you could trick me eh? Thought you were so good to find out and tell the rest I was on your trail? Well now you will pay." Kaldon unsheathed a large sword from his side and held is up to the moonlight. He turned around for a moment then spun round again this time with his sword pressed against a maidens neck. Belegond could not see her face clearly. And he tried to reach out to her but he could not. His arms were dead, stuck to his sides. "Well you will pay!" He took the maidens hood off and behold it was Yanithe. She struggled and tried to break free but his grip was too tight. "No!" he shouted and tried to reach out again. But his efforts were in vain, Kaldon slit her throat. Blood poured everywhere. He could hear himself shouting into the night. And then quietly he whispered why? Why? Then blackness. And now he could hear a voice. A voice that soothed his mind, twas an elf and he was glad of it. For he now could sleep, though his dream still troubled him. __________________ "...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."