[Everdawn]

she gave a slight laugh, before Wren, holding her arm spoke to him "You’re a sick man, Turthôl, a very sick man. Betrayal? To Rangar? To Énien? To me??" The elf coughed. "Not betrayl, at least not his right mind. Could you not tell, be calm Wren, he can explain." Énien drifted into unconsciousness for a moment

The scene around the elf was hazy. Wren had come her her aid. Faintly she smiled at Wren, blood had now stained the top half of her tunic. "What have I done?" said Turthôl dropping to his knees. "A very stupid thing." said the elf trying ot get up, but to no avail, she was too weak.

"ah, Turthôl you fiend! my shooting arm!"
No longer could she hear the screams or sword clangs of fighting, which could mean one of many things. One being that the enemy was killed, another was that the company had met its demise. Turthôl and Wren were standing over her. The pain had subsided, but this did not mean the blood flowed any slower. "We best get something to stop this blood before I die from loosing to much." she said faintly.

"Rave is down!" came other cries. Énien did not know what to think, but emmence sorrow gripped her heart.
Another mortal gone. NO, another friend gone. " Im sorry im not much use." she managed to say, her voice quieter. Tears shon on her face. The elf was loosing too much blood.

"Carmalita!" screamed Wren at the woman who was fighting. "She is bleeding to death!" The nurse ran to the elf's side. "Énien, you need to stay awake!" she said, the elf did not answer. Carmalita cut open her tunic around the wound and stuffed it with bandages and herbs, then wrapped her whole shoulder in bandages, the blood still ran, but slowly subsided. "For once, my pride has not befallen me" she whispered in a slight smile. "Help me up please, i cant do it alone. Where is Rangar?"

[ June 21, 2003: Message edited by: Everdawn ]