[Everdawn]

The elf had waited and waited. But Rangar had not returned for his watch. Énien was getting restless and even so more annoyed. Something is not as it should be Énien picked up her bow and arrow and stood up. Melliant stamped his hoof on the ground. "shhh" she told the animal and he obeyed.

What was I thinking, Rangar is a man of honour, he would not walk off and leave us. She began to walk in the direction they had parted in earlier. There was nothing around, ghostly shapes moved against the moonlit landscape. Suddnely something was brought to her attention. The faint clang of swords. At least thats what she thought they were.

Énien edged closer concealed by the underbrush. She was suddenly stricken with horror, it was Rangar! She fitted an arrow to her bow, instinctivly and shot it at the other figure, thinking he was a wild man. "Rangar!" she called. Not knowing the fate of the man, (Énien supposed she had hit him) she ran to Rangar's side. Throwing her bow to one side she was on her knees, Rangar was clutching his side. The faint glimmer of blood could be seen. "Are you allright?" she asked feverishly. "Rangar, can you hear me, it is Énien."

He was in a bad way. Foresaking all shame of her previous embarassment of her cut, Énien removed her cloak and tried to wrap it around Rangar's side. The blood now was flowing more freely. The elf was at a loss. Shaking she tried to get Rangar to his feet. "Who was that Rangar? What did they want?, was it a wild man?"

Énien struggled to hold him up, for he was much bigger than she was. Rangar groaned. "Im not hurting you am I?" she asked again. The elf resolved it was easier to place him on the ground and go for help. But could she risk leaving his side. No.

She strayed a few feet from where he lay. "Turthôl!" she cried. "Turthôl! Rangar has been attacked!"