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    Faramir MacRoth
    Author: * Faramir MacRoth - 2 Posts on this thread out of 73 Posts sitewide.
    Date: Aug 24, 2007 - 09:48

    It happened so fast; a few swings and I remeber severing the poxxy hunchbacks ear. Then a lot of shouting from Nion - a single slash and suddenly my lungs filled with blood and I am unable to hurl back another insult.

    I feel the strength leave me as I crumble to my knees, my vision fades as I fall onto the forest floor. It's a beautiful day. The breeze runs through the boughs of the tree's above me and somewhere a bird sings its song. So this is dying - well it isn't so bad. The feeling in my torso, arms, and legs is gone by know and I close my eyes.

    I feel no pain as I rise off of the forest floor and look down upon my own lifeless form. From the corner of my eye I see her... Ena. She is suddenly at my side and says "Darling, come home."

    I take her hand and suddenly we are flying through the clear blue sky and across a sea. Ahead of us are white shores, and beyond that an endless green country. The wind rustles through my hair as Ena whispers into my ear,

    "Welcome home my love"

    (Thanx everyone and I apologize for not posting this sooner! Nion, it was an honor to die by your hand)


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