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Lanbriel was woken by the voice of a guard. She had a few hours of sleep, unlike the other slaves. She knew she had one good ability: she was able to quench down her anxieties very far, to almost get rid of them. She was very happy she fell asleep, because she knew she would need it.

The guard kicked her in the side, and withstanding but wincing from the pain, Lanbriel managed to get up. From some pocket the guard revealed a black cloth, and as quickly as he had revealed it-he had tied it around her eyes. He had blindfolded her.

Another guard came over and pushed her to the door. Then, the first guard took her and pulled her by the arm to the loud noises of the crowd ahead.

They took the most mazed turns and paths, so Lanbriel, however hard she tried, could not keep track of their road. They finally arrived at their destination, Lanbriel could tell because of all the noise. She was led over to the center of the crowd; she assumed that was where all the slaves were lined up. Then, she was put into a line with the other slaves.

Suddenly, a guard whipped her blindfold off. Lanbriel whined on the inside because the guard just "happened" to hurt her ear in the process. Then, Lord Ekatran started to speak.

“You are the quarry for the great hunters of my kind,” He said, then walked up and down the line of slaves, overlooking each face.
“These are the chosen, my great hunters. They will accompany me on my hunt, and you will be their quarry, and mine. You have served well, and you are chosen now to be our prey. Run as you might, you will not escape your doom.”

Then, as if the greatest winds in all Middle Earth gathered up inside, his deep voice toned: “You have six hours!” And the flag was raised.

Lanbriel was pushed off then. She started running, running off, outrunning the other slaves. She closed her mind and saw her one destination in her eyes: freedom.