"Stop it, look you've got no right to..to..ah...to do this STOP IT" she fell to her knees still defiant as she hand't been for twelve years.

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Made by Lembas

(( *waits for SG to post * ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(((this is rediculouse, for the first time in years on eof the cursed is showing less than utter compliance, in fact she's answering back, and eveyone is ignoreing her!!!!)))

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Made by Lembas

(( I think it's for SG to respond..? As for my charrie.. I think he barely notices what the others do or say..))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

((okay, i suppose...))

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Made by Lembas

((I'm also waiting for SG))

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(I'm pming with SG at the moment, so I'll give her a little nudge about this )

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I'm back!

((AH! Sorry!))

That night, once everyone in the town was asleep, the raided the town.

Vennir held on to the tree for as long as he could, but eventually had to give in. With a sharp sword and a forceful dagger, he found himself killing those he once knew. When it was all over, he sobbed until he could cry no more. He looked up to find himself in an old, run down house.

And there, on the floor, was a book. He was about to pick it up when the controller's voice filled his head. He just managed to stuff it into his shirt before he was drug off to the forest again.

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You may (or may not) know me elsewhere as Elfpen

(SG, is that my book?)

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((Oh! Sorry for not clearing that up! No, its not. You'll see. ))

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You may (or may not) know me elsewhere as Elfpen

(I think I am going to PM you because I want to make sure you aren't thinking the same exact thing I am thinking...)

Mira grabbed a branch onto a tree. A knife was laying by her side dosed in blood, and tears were streaming down her face wtih her heart breaking in pieces. She could not believe what she had just done. Those people... she thought and soon prevented the idea from reentering her mind. Pitying about something wasn't going to cause it to not happen.

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Jaken sank to the ground, a bloodied sword dropped on the ground beside him. As much as he tried, he couldn't erase the images of screaming townspeople... the woman trying desperately to shield her baby with her arms and body... the crippled beggar boy who couldn't run or defend himself...
<i>I killed them.</i> Jaken thought, still in shock over what he had done. He tried to push the thoughts away, and was almost grateful when he heard the Controller's voice in his head calling him back. At least it was some distraction.

Alec's sword struck that night and though he wasn't moved by his own will but by the Controller's he remembered every detail of that night: every scream, every white face of his victims, a last cry and eventually the silence. He didn't know whether people had recognised him, but even if they did, it didn't matter anymore now.
Just as in other times he barely took notice of the other Cursed, but now at this moment of pain, he felt human for a moment again. He realised he saw Jaken and he tabbed him on the shoulder and nodded to him: his feelings were the same as his own. Before he could sank to the ground, his clothes and arms all covered with blood, all became blank and he heard the Controller's call again.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Marien had killed the people without thinking about it. The first had filled her with pain, but then she had hidden her mind and the killing had become mecanical. She looked round there was no one else alive, she flet the pull and immidatly she came back to herself resolutly walking in the other direction even as her feet carried her to the controller. The memories of what she had done were there, but she did not recognise them, only the Controllers Daughter could make her do that.

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((Sorry guys but i have to drop out. I thought i could handle this with work and all but work is prettty much taken up all my time. again i'm sorry, hope you can carry on without me. Sure it wont be a problem considering i haven't said all that much. Feel free to kill my character off if ya need to. sorry))

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