[Amanaduial the archer]

Elanor pushed her mind out, trying to force them past the tight bands of gold around her wrists. Every time she thought she was getting anywhere, an icy mind shattering blow hit like a whip over her mind.
Exhausted she closed her eyes and stopped trying, the silence only broken by the sound of Elwyn scalding the air with curses. Suddenly her struggles stopped with a gasp. Elanor opened her eyes sharply and looked up to see a tall cloaked figure standing over them, flanked by two others. Its face was obscured by a deep hood, but something other than its lack of identity was missing to the witch. Then she realised- nothing. The complete absence of his thoughts that usually came to Elanor when she met any stranger was obscured not only by the gold, but by a dark void in his mind, and it terrified her to her very soul. The void, deafening in its silence was overwheming, dragging Elanor under-
"Who are you? Where in the name of perdition are we? How dare y-" Elwyns angry tirade was cut off sharply by the sound of flesh on flesh. Looking dazedly over the mortal saw her friend sprawled on the floor, her cheek reddening, biting back tears. The figure drew his hand back into a fold in his cloak.
"You will come with us." The voice that came from the cloak was emotionless and expressionless, as empty as the void. The rope connecting Elanors handcuffs to the wall was severed and one of the sidekicks drew her to shaky feet. Beside her the same was happening to Elwyn, although the elf tried to resist until a blade was withdrawn from the figures belt.
"Where are our companions?" Elanor managed to murmer.
"All four of them, the women, the elf and the man, are also coming to face Him." The empty voice sent shivers down Elanors mind..until she realised what they had said. All four of them. Just four of them. She glanced sharply across at Elwyn and saw he same spark of hope in her eyes. Not seven. Four.
But the man...which man? Elanors mind kept returning to Bulvard- but why? Why not think of Ransom. But the fisrt tall warriors face welled up in Elanors mind and she clung to it, desperatly hoping he was not the one they had. They were dragged out of the cell but the witch was aware of nothing but the image in her mind...

[ September 14, 2002: Message edited by: Amanaduial the archer ]