Mithwyn muttered a curse, and slayed a few oncoming orcs. She decided to concentrate her anger on the orcs, secretly pretending they were Elwyn and Aravelenon. She was so jealous of her sister, who still had her magics. Mithwyn had stopped fighting and just stood there, her mind full of thoughts of jealousy and anger.
"Are you going to fight or not, trader?" Ransom called to the powerless witch.
She shot him a glare, and fought a few more orcs.
"Remember! They are ILLUSIONS!!" Elwyn cried, and hurried down the hall to meet the last of them.
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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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