Chapter 1

I'm not proud of my past and I'm not proud of who I am now. It wasn't the journey or the destination. I only wanted to make things right.

So why did everything go so wrong? I lost all I had. I went to war in order to avenge my family and now I'm the only one left.

My father and mother were killed before my very eyes. I ask myself why my father would fallow a man so evil that he would take his life at the first sign of defiance. I was then, after that piont on, also a fallower of the Dark Lord. Not because I wanted to fallow him, it was that I didn't want to die. I am ashamed to look at my own face.

The Dark Lord didn't like me. Even before I had recieved the dark mark on my forearm, I was forced to do things I didn't want to do. Like kill my Headmaster, Dumbledore. I never brought myself to do it. And that is why my parents died. Because I am a coward.

I sit now, as my father once had, mask over my face, waiting for my assignment. About twelve others sat by me waiting for Voldemort to sound the plans he has been harboring in his mind. I heard my name and stood obediently. He handed me a scroll and sent the thirteen of us on our way to the elven city of Aaron Dur.

We apparated just outside the walls that surrounded the great city of Aaron Dur, waiting for an opening. Our mission was to destroy the Queen and put a dent in her armies. But I knew as everyone else did that Voldemort didn't expect us to come back. I, on the other hand, don't expect us to even get through the defances.

Morgan's bow was placed firmly in her hands, a slender arrow knocked tighty on the string. She had seen something. Something moving. The forest was still now. There was a slight breaze in the trees, it tickled her face. She waited for the movement, the sharp movement.

She moved silently through the trees like a shadow moveing with the sun. Her boots swiftly treding the ground without a sound. Her feet steping with prosition, not moving a single bush or twig from it's place.

Then there it was, a sharp distinct movement in the brush. She aimed and released her arrow. It spun throught the air and hit with a thump.

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Draco watched as one of his comrads reached out to poke the dead squirril. The boy shudered. Ether because it was still alive or because he didn't want to die the same way, Draco didn't know. But which ever it was the boy stayed where he was, not wanting the rath of the Dark Lord ether.

Draco was sure that the boy's hand had given away their position, to alert the elves in the forest. Draco however stayed cool, calm and colected. The tree rustled in the wind, as if saying "good bye."

Draco's mask was irritating. If only the Dark lord didn't insist on haveing them wear it.

Draco thought maybe an hour had gone by since the squirril had been shot, so he began to look for their next move.

As he looked out from behind his tree, he saw a blurr fly past his face. And then shout's from the elves as he hid again. The elf that shot the squirril must have been waiting for someone so stupid as to pop their head out. Lucky for him the elf missed. But just as he started the retreat he relized that the elf hadn't missed. His robes and boot where shot clear through into the ground, he couldn't move.

Draco watched as two of his commrads fell one with an arrow in his back the other was just clumsey enough to trip over the firsts body. He watched the clumbsey one try and get up and run from the charging elves, but he tripped again and was captured.

He removed his cloak, and tried to remove his shoe, but before he could an elf leapt out infront of him. Her arrow pointed at him, he stood up against the tree waiting for his death. The world seemed suddenly quiet, the screams of his terrer filled companions faded. He put a stern look on his face, one he though would not sacome to fear. He removed his mask and looked the elf straight into her green eyes.

"Where have all your companions gone?" she said with a melodic voice. She laughed. She had an evil laugh, but for some reason it was also strikingly lovely at the same time. She was very tall and very slender. She wore different shades of green all over har armor. She was very beautiful, and to top it off, long golden blonde hair.

Stilness ensued. Waiting. He closed his eyes. He heard her put away the bow and arrow listened as she drew her sword from it's sheeth. He could smell her pine smell as she got closer, it was mixed with the smell of fire embers. A smell he loved and would never forget. The last smell he would ever smell.

WACK!

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