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Aylwen Dreamsong · 06-14-2003, 01:48 PM

At first Haven couldn’t bring herself to do it…to kill one of the hunters or even harm one of them would be to kill or harm one of Jamilah’s and Jovanna’s kin. But just as quickly as that thought fluttered through her brain, another took its place. The thought and knowledge that the slaves were her kin, her family. And at that moment, the hunters were not out to save or to protect Haven’s friends; they were out to kill her fellow slaves. Despite her years in the palace, despite her slight connection with the people trying to kill the slaves, only Fionel and the group of extremely courageous slaves knew what Haven had gone through since she was a toddler.

Haven had nothing to loose. She had nowhere to return to, and likewise had no place to look forward to if she did survive this last stand. But Fionel…and Lanbriel…Santiara, Doranna, Desolyn, and even Turos…they all had something inside them that gave them the will to fight for the right to go on. Haven didn’t think she had that, but she did have nothing to loose. She knew it was better to help her newfound friends towards their goals than waddle in her own self-pity.

Suddenly filled with a newly found reason and cause, Haven was swept with a ferocity of spirit that could not be matched by anything she had ever done before. She half-tumbled down her hill in a sprint that kicked up dust and grass with clumsiness. Several of the women had turned to surround an Easterling that had gone after Turos. Haven avoided the Easterling, for the other women had him taken care of. The caretaker darted towards Turos, and helped him half-crawl, half-limp away from the battle with Dorlas.

Turos had taken to staring wide-eyed at his hands, which were warm and dripping with the deep red blood of Kherug. Haven put a hand on his shoulder, and tried her best to comfort him, “You were extremely brave. I would never have been able to do that.”

“It is true that fate has not been kind to me…but I will not let the past control my future,” Turos breathed as he began to wipe the blood over his tunic. Haven nodded, for the Easterlings of Nurn truly were a cruel sort.

06-14-2003, 01:48 PM	#141
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	At first Haven couldn’t bring herself to do it…to kill one of the hunters or even harm one of them would be to kill or harm one of Jamilah’s and Jovanna’s kin. But just as quickly as that thought fluttered through her brain, another took its place. The thought and knowledge that the slaves were her kin, her family. And at that moment, the hunters were not out to save or to protect Haven’s friends; they were out to kill her fellow slaves. Despite her years in the palace, despite her slight connection with the people trying to kill the slaves, only Fionel and the group of extremely courageous slaves knew what Haven had gone through since she was a toddler. Haven had nothing to loose. She had nowhere to return to, and likewise had no place to look forward to if she did survive this last stand. But Fionel…and Lanbriel…Santiara, Doranna, Desolyn, and even Turos…they all had something inside them that gave them the will to fight for the right to go on. Haven didn’t think she had that, but she did have nothing to loose. She knew it was better to help her newfound friends towards their goals than waddle in her own self-pity. Suddenly filled with a newly found reason and cause, Haven was swept with a ferocity of spirit that could not be matched by anything she had ever done before. She half-tumbled down her hill in a sprint that kicked up dust and grass with clumsiness. Several of the women had turned to surround an Easterling that had gone after Turos. Haven avoided the Easterling, for the other women had him taken care of. The caretaker darted towards Turos, and helped him half-crawl, half-limp away from the battle with Dorlas. Turos had taken to staring wide-eyed at his hands, which were warm and dripping with the deep red blood of Kherug. Haven put a hand on his shoulder, and tried her best to comfort him, “You were extremely brave. I would never have been able to do that.” “It is true that fate has not been kind to me…but I will not let the past control my future,” Turos breathed as he began to wipe the blood over his tunic. Haven nodded, for the Easterlings of Nurn truly were a cruel sort. __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.