Deawen hid behind Sen not sure what to do "what's going on now?"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

We are going to spy out Maleon's forces, my lady, if we are able...

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

"spy my lord isn't that a bit extreame? (and this comes from the one challengeing him.)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor smiled slightly.

"Join him? As I have made it clear before... evil nor good will never triumph over each other... I am just going to watch idly by expecting everything to work, but I think I must balance the scale if everything is not going according as planned...."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen eyes went pale again as she thought "so your not on a side are you?"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"As I have said thousand times before I am on nobody`s side and I`ll only interrupt if the other is gaining too much advantage, but don`t worry about me turning against you..."

Melachor smiled as he stopped leaning on his staff.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen looked around " Deawen wildfire you knew her you taught her why ? if thats not a side i don't know what is."

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Well... I might have served Sauron, but I never took part in great battles or not really the smallest, I was more of a defender and a gatherer of information to Sauron and your ancestor asked me to train her..."

Melachor shrugged.

"She was too impatient to really learn anything well, but it doesn`t really matter now..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"impatient if she was too impatient for you then obviousely could not handle her..." Deawen said thoughtfully she looked at Sen and remembered the time he taught her to control her gift she was able to feel and be her gift she was not taught through pain learning mistakes though a punish ment but a lesson.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"ah.. well... I don`t teach others if they don`t give anything back to me, all tough your ancestor did give me a certain book on spells, but I have no use for it anymore and I didn`t have any after a month... because by that time Sauron had given me hundred books and scrolls... all still lie in my library, but since your ancestor seemed to be an insolent fool and didn`t want to try to learn the content of the book herself then you don`t you?"

Melachor drew a book from his bag on his belt and threw a red book at Deawen.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen let the book land at her feet, Deawen picked it up fliping through the old pages she scanned the words absorbing bits of words "i have already learned this..." Deawen said, she came to a page that was torn the page itself was gone only a bit showed it existed. "there is a page missing..." she muttered.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"What a shame, but I asure you that I have not riped any pages off it, but perhaps your ancestor did..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen ran her finger down the page . suddenly she had a vision her eyes went pale but she looked like she was staring of into space
the vision was of a woman about her age holding the book she was walking down a corridor it was dark looking suddenly she stopped and turned to a page she looked around then tore the page out of the book Deawen ran up to her and looked at the page it was a page about telporting..the vision faded and she was back she shut the book and gazed at it for a moment.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Deawen ran her finger down the page . suddenly she had a vision her eyes went pale but she looked like she was staring of into space
the vision was of a woman about her age holding the book she was walking down a corridor it was dark looking suddenly she stopped and turned to a page she looked around then tore the page out of the book Deawen ran up to her and looked at the page it was a page about telporting..the vision faded and she was back she shut the book and gazed at it for a moment.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor looked Deawen with his eyebrown raised since she seemed odd and then she seemed to snap out of it as she closed the book, there was something wrong with that. Melachor then looked at Sen with a smile.

"Shall we go?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen slipped the book into her bag and waited the peices fit now the page that was missing she has with her she opened her bag and rumaged though it pulling out a crumpled parchment thats how she learned it she had it all along but never used till now. she put the paper back in the bag she smiled a bit as she thought.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home