Chapter 11
Sorator walked on the other direction, food on his back and all. "I knew Legolas was going to be her choice. I knew that leaving Legolas behind would cause a problem, but if he stayed, all she could depend on was the safety of Legolas. I shouldn't have come along on this journey in the first place. She would have been better off."
Suddenly, he saw, what looked like, a winged angel appear in front of him. It looked like the one he saw the day after Legolas and Armena had that moment. "Sorator. Prince of the Ancients." This caught the attention of the lone Sorator. "Armena is in need of a hero! Her wounds are becoming more deadly as we speak. She cannot fight the orcs alone!"
Sorator dropped his head. "What can I do to help her? She no longer needs my help." He walked pass her but was stopped by this message.
"I know you and Armena are going through rough times, but if you don't help her, she will die!"
Sorator stopped walking. He paid no more attention to the spirit and ran as fast as he could to find her.
Orcs were crowded around the helpless girl; they beat her with clubs and kicked her around until she looked barely alive. Then, out of nowhere, arrows were shot out of the sky. Each of them, one by one, drove through the head of the orcs that were the closest to her, also creating a barrier to keep other orcs away. A tall man jumped down from the trees, and started battling the orcs with his arrows. He killed half of them with one arrow, stabbing and slicing body parts off. The other half were killed with arrows shot to the head and chest. Pretty soon, there was a whole raid of orcs laid around the two. The man took the arrows from around Armena and went to her aid, when one more persistent orc ran behind the man with a sword above his head. The mystery man just took out an arrow, jabbed it to the back of him, then the orc fell in pain, and died.
Armena could barely breath. Her wounds had traveled so deep into her body that she couldn't even move. All she could do was open her eyes. The image was blurry, but she chanced to see a familiar face.
"Legolas…" she smiled. "I thought you stayed with the-"
He put his finger on her lip. "Shh," he whispered. "This is going to hurt." He sat her up and broke the end of the arrow in her shoulder and pushed it through until it went through the other side of her body. She wanted to scream in agony, but she never had the strength. She could only whimper. Legolas did this with the other arrows until all the arrows were removed from her body. "That should be all of them." He took some medicine out from his sack and wrapped up the wounds until there were no more. Then he asked, "Why were you alone in the woods in the first place?"
Armena barely lifted her head and softly answered "Sorator and I are no longer friends. I left his side because of his selfishness. He wanted me for himself."
Legolas asked no more questions. He picked her up with the sword and put her on her back, and then he took off in the direction from which he came.
Sorator ran through the woods calling Armena's name, but each time he got no response. He nearly gave up when he saw a familiar figure in the distance.
"Legolas!" he shouted. "Is Armena with you?!"
He took the injured girl off his back and laid her down on the ground. She began to breath hard. She seemed to be schizophrenic at the time. Her eyes had gone pale and white and she looked like she was having a seizure.
"What happened?!" exclaimed Sorator.
"Her body nor her mind can take anymore punishment. I don't know what's wrong!"
Sorator was too frightened to be mad at him. He was upset at himself because he was the one who started this incident, at least indirectly.
Armena seemed to go off into a trance. Her body was still shaking, until a spirit came out of her. Her body stopped shaking and it seemed as if she had died. Sorator sat there with his ear to her heart.
"It's not beating, Legolas! Do you think she's…?" He stopped and looked at Legolas, for he looked as if he had been under a spell. Sorator picked Armena up and all the things that they came with, until they fell upon a cliff. Legolas recovered from his trance and Armena's spirit returned to her body. She felt a new strength come over her and jumped off Sorator's back. She walked to the edge of the cliff and saw nothing down there but a bed of liquid fire.
"No! This cant be!" she slowly walked back until she bumped into Legolas. "This is the part where …I can't take it!" Legolas put her in Sorator's arms and walked towards the edge of the cliff.
"I can feel a strong, familiar force down here. Sorator, come here. "Sorator set Armena down and told her, "Everything will be fine, I promise." Then he walked over to the edge with Legolas.
"Hold your hand out and tell me if you feel anything," he said. Sorator did as he said with no second thought. "I feel it too," said Sorator.
Armena sat down in the bush behind them, but a sensation came over her and she sat up. I feel something too.
Legolas told Sorator that it was the item that he was searching for. "It's the anklet it had told you about," said Legolas. "I remember now. When Armena was taken away, I ran after her, and I dropped her anklet in here by mistake."
Armena sat there, scared out of her mind. This cannot happen! This was the last dream I had, and I never saw Legolas again! Sorator is going to die and I will be alone! Why does it have to end like this?
Legolas walked over to the frightened Armena. He stood in front of her for the moment and Armena raised her head. Then Legolas knelt down before her.
"Armena. I am going to have to jump."
"No! You cant! You'll die! I wont let that happen!"
"I have no choice. There is something in there that belongs to you. If I don't get it, we cannot press on."
"If you jump, you will die anyway!"
"There is no other way! You cannot find your home without it!"
"Listen to him, Armena." Sorator came along behind Legolas. "He is right. You have to let him go. Otherwise, we cannot press on."
"You just have to believe that I'm still here in your heart. Just believe that I will be back. I promise you." Legolas kissed her on her forehead again, but Sorator didn't get mad like he usually did. Legolas got up, and took Sorator by the hand. "God speed, my friend," said Sorator.
Legolas turned toward the cliff and walked toward the edge. He gave one last glance at the two. Sorator nodded, as did Legolas. He took one last breath and dove off the cliff.
Armena screamed and cried. She ran towards the edge, nearly falling off, when Sorator came behind her to catch her. That was when she last saw him, as he plummeted to the bed of liquid fire.
Sorator walked on the other direction, food on his back and all. "I knew Legolas was going to be her choice. I knew that leaving Legolas behind would cause a problem, but if he stayed, all she could depend on was the safety of Legolas. I shouldn't have come along on this journey in the first place. She would have been better off."
Suddenly, he saw, what looked like, a winged angel appear in front of him. It looked like the one he saw the day after Legolas and Armena had that moment. "Sorator. Prince of the Ancients." This caught the attention of the lone Sorator. "Armena is in need of a hero! Her wounds are becoming more deadly as we speak. She cannot fight the orcs alone!"
Sorator dropped his head. "What can I do to help her? She no longer needs my help." He walked pass her but was stopped by this message.
"I know you and Armena are going through rough times, but if you don't help her, she will die!"
Sorator stopped walking. He paid no more attention to the spirit and ran as fast as he could to find her.
Orcs were crowded around the helpless girl; they beat her with clubs and kicked her around until she looked barely alive. Then, out of nowhere, arrows were shot out of the sky. Each of them, one by one, drove through the head of the orcs that were the closest to her, also creating a barrier to keep other orcs away. A tall man jumped down from the trees, and started battling the orcs with his arrows. He killed half of them with one arrow, stabbing and slicing body parts off. The other half were killed with arrows shot to the head and chest. Pretty soon, there was a whole raid of orcs laid around the two. The man took the arrows from around Armena and went to her aid, when one more persistent orc ran behind the man with a sword above his head. The mystery man just took out an arrow, jabbed it to the back of him, then the orc fell in pain, and died.
Armena could barely breath. Her wounds had traveled so deep into her body that she couldn't even move. All she could do was open her eyes. The image was blurry, but she chanced to see a familiar face.
"Legolas…" she smiled. "I thought you stayed with the-"
He put his finger on her lip. "Shh," he whispered. "This is going to hurt." He sat her up and broke the end of the arrow in her shoulder and pushed it through until it went through the other side of her body. She wanted to scream in agony, but she never had the strength. She could only whimper. Legolas did this with the other arrows until all the arrows were removed from her body. "That should be all of them." He took some medicine out from his sack and wrapped up the wounds until there were no more. Then he asked, "Why were you alone in the woods in the first place?"
Armena barely lifted her head and softly answered "Sorator and I are no longer friends. I left his side because of his selfishness. He wanted me for himself."
Legolas asked no more questions. He picked her up with the sword and put her on her back, and then he took off in the direction from which he came.
Sorator ran through the woods calling Armena's name, but each time he got no response. He nearly gave up when he saw a familiar figure in the distance.
"Legolas!" he shouted. "Is Armena with you?!"
He took the injured girl off his back and laid her down on the ground. She began to breath hard. She seemed to be schizophrenic at the time. Her eyes had gone pale and white and she looked like she was having a seizure.
"What happened?!" exclaimed Sorator.
"Her body nor her mind can take anymore punishment. I don't know what's wrong!"
Sorator was too frightened to be mad at him. He was upset at himself because he was the one who started this incident, at least indirectly.
Armena seemed to go off into a trance. Her body was still shaking, until a spirit came out of her. Her body stopped shaking and it seemed as if she had died. Sorator sat there with his ear to her heart.
"It's not beating, Legolas! Do you think she's…?" He stopped and looked at Legolas, for he looked as if he had been under a spell. Sorator picked Armena up and all the things that they came with, until they fell upon a cliff. Legolas recovered from his trance and Armena's spirit returned to her body. She felt a new strength come over her and jumped off Sorator's back. She walked to the edge of the cliff and saw nothing down there but a bed of liquid fire.
"No! This cant be!" she slowly walked back until she bumped into Legolas. "This is the part where …I can't take it!" Legolas put her in Sorator's arms and walked towards the edge of the cliff.
"I can feel a strong, familiar force down here. Sorator, come here. "Sorator set Armena down and told her, "Everything will be fine, I promise." Then he walked over to the edge with Legolas.
"Hold your hand out and tell me if you feel anything," he said. Sorator did as he said with no second thought. "I feel it too," said Sorator.
Armena sat down in the bush behind them, but a sensation came over her and she sat up. I feel something too.
Legolas told Sorator that it was the item that he was searching for. "It's the anklet it had told you about," said Legolas. "I remember now. When Armena was taken away, I ran after her, and I dropped her anklet in here by mistake."
Armena sat there, scared out of her mind. This cannot happen! This was the last dream I had, and I never saw Legolas again! Sorator is going to die and I will be alone! Why does it have to end like this?
Legolas walked over to the frightened Armena. He stood in front of her for the moment and Armena raised her head. Then Legolas knelt down before her.
"Armena. I am going to have to jump."
"No! You cant! You'll die! I wont let that happen!"
"I have no choice. There is something in there that belongs to you. If I don't get it, we cannot press on."
"If you jump, you will die anyway!"
"There is no other way! You cannot find your home without it!"
"Listen to him, Armena." Sorator came along behind Legolas. "He is right. You have to let him go. Otherwise, we cannot press on."
"You just have to believe that I'm still here in your heart. Just believe that I will be back. I promise you." Legolas kissed her on her forehead again, but Sorator didn't get mad like he usually did. Legolas got up, and took Sorator by the hand. "God speed, my friend," said Sorator.
Legolas turned toward the cliff and walked toward the edge. He gave one last glance at the two. Sorator nodded, as did Legolas. He took one last breath and dove off the cliff.
Armena screamed and cried. She ran towards the edge, nearly falling off, when Sorator came behind her to catch her. That was when she last saw him, as he plummeted to the bed of liquid fire.