[Shadow_Staar]

Ala stood alone in her room. She changed out of the dress and now wore her black breaches, boots, shirt, and cloak. Her gorgeous hair was now back in a long braid, and at her side was her fathers sword. She looked into the mirror, and saw herself. She shook her head, and sighed. She was confused. SHe heard her mothers voice in her head telling her she was wrong to choose the side of good, she could here her mother curse her, and tell her she was nothing but a scared child. She remembered the day her mother died. That was the last day she cried. Her mother told her not to cry, it was weak, and that only children cry.
She straightened up, and looked into the mirror agian. SHe put her mothers voice out of her head, and stood proud of who she was. But then again, she was angry with her self, she let her feelings get to her, and that was a weakness in her eyes.
A knock came at her door, and in walked Elenna, "C'mon Tiri, are you ready?"
Alateriel nodded, and followed her friend to the meeting hall.