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Aniriuq Raevla · 07-15-2004, 01:52 PM

A tall,cloaked figure stepped into the Green Dragon,unintentionally slamming the door behind it.It turned its' head slowly from side to side,taking in its' surroundings.After a while,seeming satisfied of what it saw,it lowered its' hood to reveal a young woman.

She was in her late teens,and her appearance was that of a beggar.Her tanned face looked as if it had endured many years of tragidies all crammed into one.Bags sagged under her dark brown eyes,which were in a way that always made her look sad.Her long,light brown hair lay in curls about her head,and looked as if she had not bothered to care for it in days.Her cloak,a dark green,was torn in many places,and looked five sizes to big for her.But the thing that people took the most heed of was a large,livid bruise on her forhead.It looked as though someone had banged her head on a stone floor.

She took a seat at an unoccupied table in a shadowy corner and started to pick at her fingernails.The server came to her.
"Can I get you something to eat or drink miss?"

The young womans head jerked up at the sound of 'eat'.
"Eat?"She said quickly.Her voice was harsh,as though it pained her to talk."Eat?Drink?....Yes,I would be much obliged if you were to bring me some chicken...alot of chicken,and water...alot of water.Please."

The hobbit stared at her for a moment."May I ask your name miss?"She asked.

The young woman looked confused for a moment,staring at the hobbit with eyes that suddenly looked as though they were trying to remember something far off.....Then her body jerked slightly,and she was back at the present.

"My name?"She finally said,"Name?....Ah yes,my name.....I know my name,it's not like I dont!"She said angrily,as though the hobbit had occused her of not."It's Anjareen,but you can call me Anja.Thats what my friends call me."

The hobbit nodded and walked away quickly to get the order. Anja stared at her for a while.....My friends.....I DO have friends...right?

Ofcourse you do.Said a sly voice at the back of her head.Well,atleast you DID have friends.....

Did?She asked the voice.Why 'did'?Where are they?Are they not my friends anymore?

Dont you remember?The sly voice said,plainly amused.

No,I dont remember.She answered,angry that the voice was amused while she was still confused.

"I dont remember anything. I dont remember leaving home,I dont remember not having friends.I cant remember a single thing....."In fact,the only thing she could remember was that four nights ago,when that terrible thing happened.....The voice just laughed at her.

"Why are you laughing?"Anja said angrily."Stop laughing at me.....Stop it.Stop it I said!"

It was a while before she realized she had been talking out loud.People had paused their consversations to stare at her.She stared back at them for a while,then turned her attention back to picking at her nails.

The hobbit broght her food,and she began to wolf down the chicken.She didnt care about the stares she was attracting at the moment.She hadnt eaten since that night....

07-15-2004, 01:52 PM	#495
Aniriuq Raevla Pile O'Bones Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: South Texas,yeeehah! ;) Posts: 17	A tall,cloaked figure stepped into the Green Dragon,unintentionally slamming the door behind it.It turned its' head slowly from side to side,taking in its' surroundings.After a while,seeming satisfied of what it saw,it lowered its' hood to reveal a young woman. She was in her late teens,and her appearance was that of a beggar.Her tanned face looked as if it had endured many years of tragidies all crammed into one.Bags sagged under her dark brown eyes,which were in a way that always made her look sad.Her long,light brown hair lay in curls about her head,and looked as if she had not bothered to care for it in days.Her cloak,a dark green,was torn in many places,and looked five sizes to big for her.But the thing that people took the most heed of was a large,livid bruise on her forhead.It looked as though someone had banged her head on a stone floor. She took a seat at an unoccupied table in a shadowy corner and started to pick at her fingernails.The server came to her. "Can I get you something to eat or drink miss?" The young womans head jerked up at the sound of 'eat'. "Eat?"She said quickly.Her voice was harsh,as though it pained her to talk."Eat?Drink?....Yes,I would be much obliged if you were to bring me some chicken...alot of chicken,and water...alot of water.Please." The hobbit stared at her for a moment."May I ask your name miss?"She asked. The young woman looked confused for a moment,staring at the hobbit with eyes that suddenly looked as though they were trying to remember something far off.....Then her body jerked slightly,and she was back at the present. "My name?"She finally said,"Name?....Ah yes,my name.....I know my name,it's not like I dont!"She said angrily,as though the hobbit had occused her of not."It's Anjareen,but you can call me Anja.Thats what my friends call me." The hobbit nodded and walked away quickly to get the order. Anja stared at her for a while.....My friends.....I DO have friends...right? Ofcourse you do.Said a sly voice at the back of her head.Well,atleast you DID have friends..... Did?She asked the voice.Why 'did'?Where are they?Are they not my friends anymore? Dont you remember?The sly voice said,plainly amused. No,I dont remember.She answered,angry that the voice was amused while she was still confused. "I dont remember anything. I dont remember leaving home,I dont remember not having friends.I cant remember a single thing....."In fact,the only thing she could remember was that four nights ago,when that terrible thing happened.....The voice just laughed at her. "Why are you laughing?"Anja said angrily."Stop laughing at me.....Stop it.Stop it I said!" It was a while before she realized she had been talking out loud.People had paused their consversations to stare at her.She stared back at them for a while,then turned her attention back to picking at her nails. The hobbit broght her food,and she began to wolf down the chicken.She didnt care about the stares she was attracting at the moment.She hadnt eaten since that night.... __________________ He who is full of himself,is likely to be quite empty.