[Amanaduial the archer]

OCC: The parts in italics are the witches speaking into each others minds or the memories

Digging deeper and deeper, Amanaduial tried to do as she had been instructed to; to seperate a part of her mind to search in the mind of Thrakatburz, but she was getting to involved. She saw horrible deeds done by thrakatburz, but also realised that Thrakatburz had put in deeds of others that she had heard, moving images, as if to block the witch from finding what she looked for. In horror she pushed onwards still and felt Thrakatburz doing the same. Then she came to one on Azruks tales and she stopped searching, frozen in horror.

A young elf lay, horribly mutilated, her throat cut, blood trickling still warm down her ragged clothes. Beside her knelt an elf, tears falling down from behing a layer of hair. Despite herself, Aman wanted to see who the elf was. As Azruk came into the scene, the elf turned and Aman saw Elenna. She tried to get ut of the scene but she had to watch as the image changed and Azruk carved his name in her friends arm as she knelt bleeding at his feet.She heard a harsh laugh from Thrakatburz as she tore herself away from the scene.

"You think that is bad? You have not experienced the pain of someone close to you killed in front of your eyes!"
"Do not be so sure..."Aman tried to hide the scene, kowing if she thought of it Thrakatburz would find it immediately, but the pain had remained so fresh in her mind that it rose immediately. Thrakatburz dived on it, opening it before both their eyes.

The huts burned, people screaming inside them from the cages the attackers had constucted, trapped. In the tall hut at the head of the village beams snapped and crashed down, crushing the elven lords wife as she ran with a young child in her arms. The child, Amanaduial,just able to walk, rolled away and was trapped under a metal cot. She saw a dark figure stride past, her face and slender figure hidden by a cloak. The figure paused by Amanaduial and over the din she laughed mirthlessly, leaving the child in view of where her family were being burned alive. The childs hands bled as she scratched at the metal bars, her throat raw with shouting to them, her lungs burning with the smoke. Her big sister looked through the bars of the cage at her with such disappoinment before she too died. The screams disappeared and the child lay, curled in foetal position, tears running down her grey cheeks...

Amanaduial let the present tears roll down her face as the scene was painfully replayed in front of her. Silence reigned between the witches all except a small moan from Aman as she remebered those flames, the screams...and the look on Elwinwarins face....
Still the other sorceress said nothing; not the laugh, the scorn, the contempt Aman expected. Instead just silence. Through that Aman felt the pain, the terror and the living nightmare of another mind...the mind of Siluialwen. As she floated through Siluialwens memories, Thrakatburz did not stop her, until she got to the center of the memories...the memory that had destroyed Siluialwen....

[ May 14, 2002: Message edited by: Amanaduial the archer ]