Poppy stirred restlessly in her sleep, and slowly her eyes began to flutter open. She heard a voice, from far away it seemed, and as her eyes opened a face seemed to appear, although blurry and hazy. She blinked once or twice, and felt a dull pain in her leg, which soon passed.
As the blurriness disappeared, she realised the face and voice were that of Menelduliniel. Poppy tried to sit up and look around, seeing Volondil lying on the ground, people gathered around him, trying to heal him. She saw Estelarion standing nearby, slightly bruised. She frowned for a moment, trying to remember what had happened. They had just been walking along…her memory awoke. They had stepped onto nothingness, it had seemed, and fallen. At that point her mind had gone blank.
“Poppy, you’re awake!” gasped Menelduliniel. Poppy nodded, but looked away over to Volondil. She tried to remember what it was she had heard while waking up…”You are so precious to this Earth...why could you not just be happy with the lifestyle you led? Why did you need more." Poppy felt there was a lot more to Menelduliniel than first met the eye, something strange. But what, she didn’t know.
[ November 23, 2002: Message edited by: *Varda* ]
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