A/N; Wow another chapter all ready… cool. Okay so any Elvish I use in the story may not mean exactly what it's supposed to because I don't speak Elvish and I am using internet translators ,so if anyone knows any good translators or happens to somehow know Sindarin or Quenyan it would be great if they could leave some of that information in a review, or e-mail me or something. Oh and I'm not very good at writing action scenes so sorry in advanced.
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Now- ON WITH THE STORY!
Her head hurt, in fact it was pounding. Amara tried to sit up only to find that it made her dizzy and sick, she quickly leaned to the side and the promptly threw up. After emptying the contents of her stomache onto the ground she put her fingers to her head hoping to massage the ache from her head, only to notice a sticky liquid there. Pulling her hand off of her head and putting them infront of her eyes she noted that the liquid was red and as it was seeping from her head she could only then conclude that the liquid was blood, her blood. Being as squeamish as she was, Amara once again threw up.
Scared bleeding and feeling sick, Amara looked around hoping to figure out where she was, she remembered yelling at her mother running down the stairs and then nothing, try as she could leaving the house was the last thing that she remembered, she didn't know how she had gotten where she was. Noticing the dense look of the trees surrounding her she could only guess she was in a forest, deep in a forest she tried to stand up but that was worse than sitting, she gave up on trying to stand and laid back down. The stench of her vomit was starting to make her queasy again so, Amara tried to crawl over to the other side of the clearing. She got half way there before hearing a strange hissing from bushes she was crawling toward. With the pounding in her head she passed it off as nothing more than her imagination and continued forward more. However the hissing began again, louder this time and accompanied by a rustling of leaves. This time she couldn't pass it off as her imagination. She grabbed around for a rock and carefully sitting on her haunches, flung it at the bush hoping to scare away what she thought was maybe a small rabbit. She was however horribly mistaken, hitting her target dead on, she came face to face with one very angry, very large, and very threatened giant spider. The spider screeched and reared, opening its giant mouth and showing its spit covered venom spitting fangs. Terrified, Amara fell backwards onto her arms, she scrambled backwards trying to put as much distance between her and this enormous creature as possible, however with every few feet back she got the spider quickly gained more distance. Amara scrambled back as fast and as far as she could, not noticing when her hand placed itself in her own bile. Her pounding headache forgotten she got up and ran. The world spun around as she made her way through the dense trees surrounding her, the whole while the spider quickly gaining on her. Looking behind her trying to gauge the distance of the spider she ended up running straight through two trees and directly into the spiders huge web. Caught in the sticky web Amara screamed and thrashed around trying to get free, but the harder she fought the more she became ensnared and the closer the spider got. Soon the spider was right infront of her barring its huge fangs and getting ready to sink them into her. Closing her eyes, crying and begging for a miracle Amara readied herself for her untimely demise. She was immensely startled when the spider gave a loud yell. Amara's eye sprang open and she watched as the spider thrashed its leg. Wondering what was going on Amara screamed as an arrow flew right by her right ear and embedded itself in the spider's head. The spider screeched again and thrashed about more wildly nearly slicing Amara with its legs. Amara heard a strange call from above and suddenly a group of what looked to be 10 or 20 young men dropped from the trees and began to hack away at the beast. The sheer amount of blood that came from the beast caused Amara to pass out , but not before she could thank the young blond man who was cutting her from the net as his comrades killed the spider.
When she woke Amara was in a much more pleasant state than she had been the last time, her headache was gone and she seemed to be in a room on a bed rather than in some unknown forest on the hard ground. She sat up against the pillows on the bed and looked around. It looked like a hospital room, very clean, with nothing but a bed, a small table with a basin and mirror, and another small table with a variety of medicines. The thing Amara found to be odd though was that there were no machines to monitor her. Her thoughts were interrupted as the door opened and a young nurse entered the room.
"Quel a'kena lle kuile," The young woman smile as the strange words came tumbling from her lips. Amara sat confused as to what the young woman had said, it didn't sound like any language she had heard before. However, not feeling any eminent danger Amara merely smiled and nodded. The young woman placed a small tray filled with fruit, bread, and water onto her lap spoke some more and then left. Amara looked down at the food in front of her, it was on a gold plate, and the water was held by a matching gold goblet she picked up a grape and sniffed it as if expecting it to smell of poison. Smelling nothing strange she put the grape in her mouth and chewed. When she didn't immediately die she felt it was safe to continue eating what was placed before her.
The food was not at all like hospital food she had had before, rather than being stale or runny and tasteless this fruit seemed to be fresh picked from the juiciest trees vines and bushes.
When she had finished the food Amara placed the tray on the small table beside her bed, careful not to push the basin off, and stood up. Without any windows she had no way of telling where she was other than the fact that she was in a hospital in a place that spoke a strange language she had never heard, so instead she slowly walked toward the mirror to assess her damage. Her face was pale, her brown eyes blood-shot and her cinnamon colored hair seemed slightly matted with blood, though most of it had been cleaned so that whoever had helped her could get a better view of the cut on her head which, judging by the stitches across her temple and eyebrow was very deep indeed. Running her fingers across the stitches she felt their raggedness but felt no pain. She looked down and found herself in a white gown of what felt like silk. After seeing that she had no major injuries that had not been fixed AMara made her way back to the bed, and feeling safer now that she knew she was in a hospital she fell quietly back to sleep. She missed the doctor coming in to check upon her muttering again in the strange unknown language.
Translations ( well what they're supposed to be anyway):
Quel a'kena lle kuile – Good to see you awake
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