(that's fine. )


Cyril woke as the fog covered in and the morning sun fought in vain to break through and announce the morning hours.

He pulled out his sword and sharpened the blade a bit, then he moved to his next sword and his knives.

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Eruraina awoke, feeling deathly cold. A familiar, and unwelcome feeling. She sat up, and looked at the now dead fire. That couldn't be the only reason for it being cold... not this cold. Rain worked on rebuilding the fire, and soon got it to a good size. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. She scanned the tree line cautiously...

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"You better get your weapons out. That fire will do you little good after this." Cyril looked over at Eruraina as he finished sharpening his last throwing knife.

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Eruraina set a hand on her hilt, signalling that she was ready for anything. She looked up at the sky, and frowned.
"No moon... or sun. It should be dawn by now... and the air is so baren and cold. There's no trace of a morning bird like there should be in these parts," she murmered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear...

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Ruth Ann couldn't sleep that night. Her thoughts wree filled with sorrow and confusion. But that name was false, she thought, What? I am surely not false.

Seeing some of the others awaken, Ruth Ann looked up at Cyril and Rain. Standing up, she became awake to her surroundings, "What's going on?"

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(Cor was refering to the time Frodo gave a false name at the Inn of the Prancing Pony.)

Cor glanced upward, taking a deep breath of the air. "It is the fog... I would know that scent anywhere.... the smell of the dead." the elf murmured, resting a hand at ready on the hilt of the intricate elven blade.

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Turwaithiel was sharpening her blades, still sitting at the same spot she took the night before at her watch. She looked around and said, "Even the animals have grown smart enough to go and hide, like the moon, stars, and sun." She said to no one, or anyone as she stood.

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(Oh ok.. I wouldn't worry about fixing it because Ruth Ann would have been thinking that.)

"Which I am presuming that means you are implying that we are stupid?" Ruth Ann questioned as she was on her feet with blade in hand ready for anything that would come her way.

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Eruraina gritted her teeth.
"I knew we should have been more cautious with this mission. With this evil," she said more to herself than anyone, scanning the tree line carefully...

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Turwaithiel walked over to Eruraina and put her hand on her shoulder in comfort, and just to let her know that she was there, yet she said nothing.

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Cyril got up to his feet and put his knives away, but kept his swords out and in hand.

"Come on, were leaving. " he called to the others.

Cyril walked deeper into the fog as though he were out for a sunday evening walk with no worries.

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Cor withdrew the long elven blade from its sheathe, keeping a light but proper grip upon the hilt. At Cyril’s beckoning, the elf followed with a soundless step, the cloak seeming to shift in shades in order to blend with the endless shadows of the fog-drowned forest.

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All of the sudden a small child ran into the midst of the group, a young boy with a head of golden hair, his clothes torn and dirty, an expression of fear upon his face. “Please! Please help me!” He pleaded as he tugged desperately on Cyril’s cloak then ran and tugged on Turwaithiel’s hand.

“They’re coming after me! I tried to hide, but the fog sees me! My Father, my Mother, they’re gone! Please, please will you help me?! Take me out of this place!”

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Of course, Ruth Ann thought scornfully, We walk into the shadow to get away from it. Sighing, she picked up her sword and stood up, folling Cyril while trying to look orderly.

Once the little boy came out, Ruth Ann's heart went out to him. She could remember situations from the past where she was in the same situation, but she would rarely speak of them. "You can come with me," She kindly smiled and told the young boy.

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Eruraina was quick to follow Ciril. All her sences were on the alert. When she first saw the child, she was full of sorrow, then a thought accured to her. What if the child was a trick? A trap?

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Turwaithiel followed and looked at the child running towards her and felt him grasp her hand...but his hand felt cold, terribly cold. She watched as he ran over to Ruth Ann and she looked down at her hand and around the mist. Was the child a trap....or really a child?

((I hope the cold part is okay, but I don't know if he is indeed a trap or a real kid, so))

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Cyril seemed not to even notice the child.

"Let's keep going." he told the others.

Cyril walked deeper into the fog, not even looking back to see if anyone else was following him.

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