Deawen sat silently she looked down she was blushed a deep crimsome "My Lord..Sen im Sorry i shouldn't have lied but i don't know why it flares when i touch you..does it hurt? " Deawen apoligized '' i thought maybe it had something to do with this darkness you have spoken of.." Deawen said she twisted her hands together "were am i?"

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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

*Sen sighed.*
No, my lady, it does not hurt. And it cannot be because of the darkness; you have not seen him; seen the horrors he can do; he has not troubled your mind at his will!
*With that last statement, Sen punched a piece of rubble, which cracked into three pieces. There was a brief pause, before Sen spoke with a griefed voice.*
Nay, my lady, it is not Maleon. Yet it does intrigue me, and I would like to find out why it happens.

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

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Adastrea walked back only to find Sen and Deawen gone. She looked around for a time, then just walked away. She walked down to the first level and walked around silently.

Deawen looked at him "you don't have to see a darkness to..." Deawen stopped she wasn't sure how to say it suddenly her mind raced and she remembered the book she read that one day when she followed Sen she looked in a book to find out about her ancesstress Deawen the first. "what about my ancesstress she may have something to do with this..."Deawen said flatly

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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

Neracelc was quiet for a while and walked after Adastrea, but was stopped by a voice.

"And I thought you were done with them.."

Melachor was sitting on the edge of a well with a pitying face and his staff in his hands that was at the ground. Neracelc sighed slightly.

"What do you want? I did what you asked back then.. so another deal?"

"No.. just inspecting the situation, Sen is an interesting fellow isn`t he? Thinks he can be the hand of justice and put judgement upon other, but he also thinks that he is some sort of a hero all of the sudden and he also feels responsible for what happened to his city once upon a time... Deawen on the other hand is a far more simpler case, she has powers and passion, end of story on her all tough she cares for her family like her ancestor."

"And Adastrea?"

Neracelc said quickly and Melachor smiled.

"Well she is what she is, a child of valar and that is the simple as it gets. She is just what you would expect from them and you... you weren`t always a killer from your nature, you were just a poor kid trying to make a living and finally you became an assasin for Mordor. You received back your sanity, but there are scars in you and that is for su.."

"and do you dare to tell me what you are?"

"I? Well quite simple, I am a lost one, a grey wolf who has been lost in the cold alone and plays games with sheeps that he meets along his way. I am ageless and I have power, that is what many men wish to have, but can`t get. Unfortunately they have no idea that I don``t really want this sort of life..."

"The sort of life you want is?"

"A life among my kind, but sadly I am one of my kind... well... I have been here too long, I am going to inspect this thraet that is coming, which Sen was talking about... hmph.. Sen is seems quite worried, but I think middle earth has faced worst threats such as Sauron was..."

Melachor chanted spells and in a in breath of wind he was gone, Neracelc shook his head and headed after Adastrea...

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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!

Adastrea was heading up to her room on the fifth level of the city. The cold wind causing her to shiver. SHe sighed, ever since Mordor she could feel the cold that mortals felt. SHe didn't understand why. As she walked towards her room she saw Neracelc, but after their last conversation doubted he was looking for her. She decided to keep on walking.

Neracelc walked quickly after Adastrea and stopped where she could at least hear him.

"What happened to Thinren? He was quite a sword man, but not good enough perhaps because I got him... you know I have not always been like this so you are wrong to judge me by my current attitude..."

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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!

Maybe, my lady; I do not know. Where did your ancestor hail from; that might explain a bit of it.
*Sen felt a pain in his head, yet it was lesser than before; he could ignore it...*

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

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"she came from the far north east... the dark kingdom... as it once called"

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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

Interesting; my bloodline had relations there once, through trade and such. Yet that was long ago, and unless your ancestor visited my country, I doubt the simple location has anything to do with it.

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Adastrea stopped when Neracelc spoke. She lowered her head at the mention of Thinren. He had disappeared, she was unsure of whether he was alive or not. She bit her lip slightly and turned to look at Neracelc, "You say I am judgmental, but if I was judgmental and armed, you would be dead by now. I am not judging you Neracelc, I fear having to run once again. How do you want me to think of you, because one minute you are angry with me and the next you are saying I should not judge. What is it exactly that you want of me?"

She was quiet for a moment, then spoke again, "And I do not know what has become of Thinren..." She said quietly, her voice fading away slightly.

"thats the issue you see Deawen the first wild fire was royalty"

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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

Neracelc scrathes his head slightly.

"That`s simple, you have scars and I have them, they still effect our lives and bring back bad memories, which will affect our acting in the future..."

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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!

She nodded slightly, "Everyone has scars, people deal with things differently...some choose to live as they once did, some choose to change. I felt no comfort when I killed all those people for Mordor. I felt remorse, even if it was an assignment. I had to run..."

"That was your choice and not mine, I stayed because I had no other place to go and I believe that might just be why Melachor gave me the chance to cure myself... you on the other hand are different because you find friends and supporters...."

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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!

"Is that a bad thing? But then again, I do not go looking for friends or supporters. For the ones that helped me and protected me chose that path, I tols them that I could take care of myself and that I did not need their help, but they insisted."

She was quiet for a moment and looked back at Neracelc. "Why did you come back to talk to me, I thought you did not wish to see me again after our last conversation."