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Old 12-11-2004, 11:12 AM   #603
Nurumaiel
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The wind was blowing gently and the long grass waved back and forth, brushing her ankles. Her skirt billowed behind her as she ran, straight into her father's strong arms. He laughed and kissed her as he lifted her up. "My little, charming, sweet, delightful girl," he said. "What's this I've heard? You're to be married, eh?"

Suddenly she wasn't a little girl anymore. She was a young woman, standing straight and tall, her dress waving about her slender form, and her hand was on her heart. Her father was gone, but standing before her now was another man: tall, handsome, and his eyes shining with love for her. She stepped to him, eagerly, but he drew away, a look of sorrow passing onto his face as he extended one hand... but there was no hand there. She gazed down at it, thoughtfully, and then she bent and kissed the empty sleeve.

And then she felt a weight upon her, and her back bowed under it, and she realised that she was older and the heaviness that bore her down was the weight of many years. She was walking over the grass, and calling a name. Little children flocked to her, clung to her skirts, asked her questions and prattled away to her in their small voices. Another voice spoke from behind her, saying her name in tender tones, and she turned lovingly. She could not see his face, for it was hidden in shadow, but she knew she loved him anyway.

And then all was black, and she saw and felt nothing, save for the sweet scent of flowers, and she was happy.

And then Argeleafa awoke.

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