[Everdawn]

Énien somehow had ended up on the other side of the clearing, next to Claimir after first checking on Tareth and Bregand Bregand was in bad shape poor boy. The cut she had recieved across her face now rendered a steady trickle of blood. She ignored it. This last attack had been worse than the last. The men had caught them unprepared and sleeping.

Turthôl had slain the remaining man. What is happening to you? Has your grace diminished? Énien thought to herself as she had watched him sercure the blade about the mans stomach. And let it pass not into your heart. She said silenced in her thought before turning her back on him completly. And it came to her in a flash, emmence sadness and betrayel in Turthôl's heart, so much she felt herself go numb.

It took a while for Énien to notice she was bleeding heavily. Énien put her hand to her face. The scene around her started to swirl. The others were talking, something about Wren. Énien doubled over resting her hands on her knees. Wren in their hands? i hope she can defend herself, or it will be her doom. Rangar called for Rave, Calimir and a few of the others to follow. Énien blinked her eyes, the world was now hazy. She put a hand on whoever's shoulder was near her now as she replied "yes... I... I... think i... will... stay here-" Énien now stood up straight, pain wreathing in her skull. "In case... she... comes back."

Now the others had gone leaving her behind again to protect the others, Carmalita and Bregand at least were at risk now. Énien was scared, for the first time in her life, and she diddnt care for it. She closed her eyes, the pain was unbareable, still she tried to keep watch. Whatever was wrong with her face, she thought she could bare it.

Énien looked again at Bregand injured. There was a strange look on her face, a single tear rolled down her other cheek.

This is all my fault! I had no need for rest! And i am an elf, i would have heard them coming, or seen them at least. And none of this would have happened, oh Bregand, forgive me!Her heart cried, but she uttered no sound. Énien couldnt help but feel responsible.