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Chapter 20
We burst forth onto the crowded plains and were instantly surrounded by all of the fighting. The noises were almost deafening. I flew into the air and gestured with my right hand at the clearing behind me. In an instant the shadow army was visible and they were away and fighting. Before I knew it I was being attacked ruthlessly. Everything went so fast. There were people everywhere fighting. The noise from the weapons was excruciatingly loud and I was getting caught up in all of the noise and fighting. Before I knew it I was in the heart of the battle with only Aragorn below me. I thought that I was safe because I was above the reach of the orcs and their swords but I soon found I was wrong when I was hit in the shoulder by an orc's arrow. I quickly pulled it out and I was shocked to see that the wound instantly healed and the only evidence of the wound that had been there seconds ago was a small white scar. I quickly took down the archer and silently vowed to myself that after this was over I would never again fight in a war or kill any one. More archers's started to close in on me and I took the only road I had, I killed them. Fighting had made me think even clearer about being a vegetarian and trying to preserve life.
Every arrow I let loose made me feel a little sicker and I knew it would not be long before I threw up. I couldn't let that happen so I did the only thing I could think of. I sunk down to a place in my brain where I was happy. There was only one other time I had been here. That was the night I had gotten my wings. I knew the battle still raged around me and I knew somehow in my subconscious that I was still fighting but that was my body not my soul. Were I was in my mind was my home. It was the home that I had left with Gandalf nearly three months ago. I could see it all as if I was still there. I stood before a long but slightly twisted driveway. I knew without looking that there was a single green pine tree about halfway up. The driveway was not paved it was simply two worn dips with a slight rise in the middle. The rise had a slight dusting of grass. In my mind I walked up it and before me was the blue stoned entrance. I walked towards the red front door that we rarely used and I had never really liked because it didn't match the dark blue house. I didn't really know what this place was so I did what anyone one would do when going to a house, I lifted my hand to knock on the door but right before I could touch the wood an intense and relentless pain caught me and pulled me back to the real world and the fighting. I realized that there was an arrow in my left wing. I tried to reach out and pull it out but I found I could not reach it. It was unbearable to try and flap my wings so I slowly descended towards the ground. When I landed I pulled out my sword and slowly started to fight my way over to Aragorn. I reached him and yelled above the noise, "Aragorn could you pull the arrow out of my wing!"
"It would be better if you left it in!"
"No, pull it out!" I yelled and I realized he didn't know about my healing. I turned and in a quick yet painful movement he pulled it out and within seconds the wound was healed.
"Thank you!" I yelled. I saw a look of sheer astonishment before I rose back into the air. The instant I was back in the air I was being bombarded by arrows and I fought to keep control. While struggling to avoid the arrows I saw that a small part of the shadow army was making its way towards me. I knew that they were coming to help but I was afraid that they would be too late to help. I took down a few more orcs and saw that the shadow army was almost to me. They came and took down all of the archers before I thanked them and they headed towards Aragorn and the orcs surrounding him. I took a moment to look around and saw that the orc's army was sorely depleted and that the shadow army was traveling through the white walls of the city to try and win it back. I realized then that without the shadow army we would already have been dead. We never would have made it even this far. I owed them so much more than I could truly give. Before I knew it there were more archers surrounding me. I tried to fly higher but the arrows were still reaching me.
Suddenly the arrows stopped and I looked around to see that everyone was gone. All of a sudden I was standing on my driveway back home with my hand ready to knock on the front door. I was home. But why?