Dimithil was confused. A target protecting his killer. He knew about forgiving, but this was insane. He figured that there was more to this girl than just a killer. Corrowin was her name. Atleast, that was what his elven ears had picked up. He tought that the name was better. It sounded a lot different than Raye. As he saw the tears and the despair in her eyes, he saw that she had changed somehow. She had killed her only companion. It does teach a person a lesson in a way.
Dimithil shoke the toughts of his mind and focused on something more important than Raye: Belle!. She was down for the count. He ran to his sister and lifted her head from the ground.
"My miire. I will never leave you again. Don't worry, I am here. Your uuvea sikil proved good in battle. It is sticking out of it's head. Don't worry, I'm here." Dimithil said between his tears.
His sister was badly wounded by the troll and there was a lot nessecary for Corrowin to regain Dimithil's trust. He hated Raye forver, Corrowin had a chanse tough. He manned his sister until she was good enough to stand on himself. He went back to see if anybody else needed his aid.
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