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Haunting Spirit
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Arawyn slid the hood off her head, revealing her shiny black hair, and sighed.
I do not want to leave, yet unfortunatly I must. A beautiful lady approached her. Quote:
"Oh, you must go? So soon?" Lumiel sighs. "Unfortunatly yes, there is urgent business awaiting me." Arawyn answered.
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~*Artalwen*~ :~*~: Elven archer :~*~: "On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun." -verse from a song found in 'The Hobbit'- |
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