Mithwyn fell to the ground next to Elwyn, and watched as Elanor charged the sorcerer. Their weapons clashed, and Elanor had the look of pure determination, and he had the look of pure evil. Silently Mithwyn cheered on Elanor, this man had taken her powers, and she was useless.
Pain crossed her face again, as she remembered the day he took them. He had promised her so much, and now look where she was. She was brought out of her daydream, when Elwyn touched her arm. Mithwyn looked at her sister, and in Mithwyn's eyes, she apologized to her dear sister, or at least she tried to.
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I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again
Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
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