Chapter 13
It seemed to be a restful night for Armena because she hasn't had any decent sleep in days waiting for Legolas to return with his prize. But this seemed to bring more sorrow on the girl, for she had another strange dream, this time graphic. She had traveled to the giant willow, accompanied by both Legolas and Sorator, but the scenery seemed cold and dark. Then she saw the two men, suspended in the air by some invisible force, gaping for air until they were no longer conscious. Armena dropped to the ground on her hands and knees and felt as if there were nothing she could do. In front of her, she saw nothing but a dark cloud, and a giant face appear in front of her that made her body feel like ice. As she looked at the two men, hanging at their last breath, she heard a high pitched, yet chilling, voice speak these words; "This is the price you pay for letting others meddle in your affairs. As your punishment, for all eternity, you will witness these two rot in HELL!!"
Armena woke up, her face filled with tears. She looked over past the burned out fire and saw Sorator, still sleeping. She looked for Legolas, until she saw him, sitting with his back against the tree and sleeping. Just a dream, she thought. She glanced at the two sleeping men, and then looked at her inheritance- her anklet, and her pendant. I've put those two through so much turmoil. I do not want to be responsible for both their deaths, and their sufferings anymore. I have to leave them. She slowly stood up, and walked toward the sleeping Sorator. She placed her anklet in his hand, sealed it, and gave him a soft "Good bye." She walked over to Legolas and took off her pendant. She knelt down before him, but he stirred. Armena took special care in keeping him asleep. She placed the pendant in his hand, closed it, and said these words; "Legolas. You have protected me every step of the way, which makes this even more difficult to say." Tears came out of her eyes, and Legolas' head turned to hers. His eyes opened and he saw her with tears.
"Armena, what is the matter?" he said as he wiped a tear falling down her face.
This made what she had to say even harder, but she mustered up the courage to say, "I have to leave you. I need to find this out on my own.
Legolas sat up straight and turned his waist to her. "You can't go! There are unimaginable things you will be up against."
"I know… I know." She kissed Legolas on the forehead, and he instantly fell asleep again. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I love you, Legolas." she stood up, and gathered some of the food surplus, took the sword, and headed off. She took one last glance at the sleeping men, and gave them their last "good night".
The next day, it started to rain. The sky was pitch black with clouds blocking out any sign of the sun. Armena, determined to find her destined home, ventured on, but in the duration of the storm, she became sick. So, she took out the cloak, wrapped it around her, and sat under a tree, apparently with a large enough rabbit hole to stay in. she had no where else to go. I need to get well if I want to venture on. I am no good if I am sick. Just then, lightning struck, but Armena saw nothing better to do than to stay put. If I move around, the lightning will hit me and my body will grow weaker with this illness, but if I stay here, the lightning will hit, and there will be nothing left for me. She stayed in her spot, and closed her eyes tightly, concentrating on her safety. Then, from nowhere, lightning was aimed for the tree…
Sorator and Legolas woke up. Sorator found Armena's anklet clutched in his hand before he sat up, and Legolas found her pendant. Before Legolas could say anything, Sorator was standing over Legolas, giving him a worried look in his eyes. "Armena's gone!" he said.
Legolas remembered what had transpired when she left. Though he remembered that she left for their safety, he contemplated on whether to go or to stay. He replied with, "this was her decision to leave. She wants us to stay out of harm's way." Then Legolas got up and shot an arrow at the tree next to the one he slept on. "Why did I let her go?" he yelled to himself.
"Legolas," started Sorator, "This is not your fault. You couldn't have stopped her."
"But I could have. I woke up when she told me, but then, some how, I drifted off to sleep again."
"She could have put a spell on you, so you wouldn't follow."
Legolas walked towards the place where the fire was lit. "We have to go find her. She will not survive without the things she has received."
She sat there, mind in shock from what transpired. Nothing happened. I'm still here. She walked out of the tree stump and saw that there was a barrier around the tree. Nothing was damaged. She put out her hand and found that nothing fell. She felt no water, nor any moist air. I blocked out the storm. I should be safe for now.
She sat there, and took out the book that she found at her home before she left. She opened it and saw Legolas and Sorator behind her, all standing in front of a giant willow tree. Just like in my dream, she thought. Until the rain stopped, she sat there and skimmed through the book, examining only the pictures, for all of them looked familiar. She looked through the book, and then she had a sudden flash of Legolas. My head! she cried. She had many more flashes, of Sorator, some other girls in the village, and her mother, her real mother. Though she only caught a moment's glimpse of her, her beauty matched that of Armena's. When she opened her eyes, she could barely se her mother in front of her. She reached out for her, but it was only an illusion, created by the flashes in her head. The storm ended. Armena could see the sun again. She gathered her things and set off, her spirits lifted.
Legolas and Sorator were walking, when Sorator had flashed as well. Legolas stopped to aid the pained man, but Sorator pushed him down to the ground. His mind became corrupt with anger, and he blacked out. Black devil wings appeared from his back, his eyes grew from dark blue to glowing bright red, and a sword materialized in his hand. Legolas got up as fast as he could to his feet and armed his bow and arrow when the sword came at least a foot away from his face. "I know you don't want to make that move. This sword contains a deadly poison that can kill an elf with one swipe. Do the right thing and put… the… bow…DOWN!" he boomed. His voice seemed to be split between his and a high-pitched squeal. Legolas did what he was told, and he put his bow and arrow back where they belonged.
Legolas looked on his wrist and saw Armena's anklet on it. He stood there, looking at him up and down, then he grabbed for the anklet, barely missing the blade of the sword. "I think I will keep this," he said. Sorator's wings retracted in his back and everything went back to normal as he hit the ground. Legolas went to his aid, making sure the anklet was not up for grabs. He said nothing to the fallen man, but he thought to himself as Sorator regained his strength. Could this have contributed to the incident at Armena's village? he thought. He helped Sorator up, and continued on his journey.
"Legolas, what just happened? I was just walking and next thing I know, I'm on the ground."
Legolas walked ahead of him, turned his head around and said, "It's nothing to worry about. You were just weak."
Sorator just left the situation alone, and concentrated on his goal, finding Armena.
It seemed to be a restful night for Armena because she hasn't had any decent sleep in days waiting for Legolas to return with his prize. But this seemed to bring more sorrow on the girl, for she had another strange dream, this time graphic. She had traveled to the giant willow, accompanied by both Legolas and Sorator, but the scenery seemed cold and dark. Then she saw the two men, suspended in the air by some invisible force, gaping for air until they were no longer conscious. Armena dropped to the ground on her hands and knees and felt as if there were nothing she could do. In front of her, she saw nothing but a dark cloud, and a giant face appear in front of her that made her body feel like ice. As she looked at the two men, hanging at their last breath, she heard a high pitched, yet chilling, voice speak these words; "This is the price you pay for letting others meddle in your affairs. As your punishment, for all eternity, you will witness these two rot in HELL!!"
Armena woke up, her face filled with tears. She looked over past the burned out fire and saw Sorator, still sleeping. She looked for Legolas, until she saw him, sitting with his back against the tree and sleeping. Just a dream, she thought. She glanced at the two sleeping men, and then looked at her inheritance- her anklet, and her pendant. I've put those two through so much turmoil. I do not want to be responsible for both their deaths, and their sufferings anymore. I have to leave them. She slowly stood up, and walked toward the sleeping Sorator. She placed her anklet in his hand, sealed it, and gave him a soft "Good bye." She walked over to Legolas and took off her pendant. She knelt down before him, but he stirred. Armena took special care in keeping him asleep. She placed the pendant in his hand, closed it, and said these words; "Legolas. You have protected me every step of the way, which makes this even more difficult to say." Tears came out of her eyes, and Legolas' head turned to hers. His eyes opened and he saw her with tears.
"Armena, what is the matter?" he said as he wiped a tear falling down her face.
This made what she had to say even harder, but she mustered up the courage to say, "I have to leave you. I need to find this out on my own.
Legolas sat up straight and turned his waist to her. "You can't go! There are unimaginable things you will be up against."
"I know… I know." She kissed Legolas on the forehead, and he instantly fell asleep again. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I love you, Legolas." she stood up, and gathered some of the food surplus, took the sword, and headed off. She took one last glance at the sleeping men, and gave them their last "good night".
The next day, it started to rain. The sky was pitch black with clouds blocking out any sign of the sun. Armena, determined to find her destined home, ventured on, but in the duration of the storm, she became sick. So, she took out the cloak, wrapped it around her, and sat under a tree, apparently with a large enough rabbit hole to stay in. she had no where else to go. I need to get well if I want to venture on. I am no good if I am sick. Just then, lightning struck, but Armena saw nothing better to do than to stay put. If I move around, the lightning will hit me and my body will grow weaker with this illness, but if I stay here, the lightning will hit, and there will be nothing left for me. She stayed in her spot, and closed her eyes tightly, concentrating on her safety. Then, from nowhere, lightning was aimed for the tree…
Sorator and Legolas woke up. Sorator found Armena's anklet clutched in his hand before he sat up, and Legolas found her pendant. Before Legolas could say anything, Sorator was standing over Legolas, giving him a worried look in his eyes. "Armena's gone!" he said.
Legolas remembered what had transpired when she left. Though he remembered that she left for their safety, he contemplated on whether to go or to stay. He replied with, "this was her decision to leave. She wants us to stay out of harm's way." Then Legolas got up and shot an arrow at the tree next to the one he slept on. "Why did I let her go?" he yelled to himself.
"Legolas," started Sorator, "This is not your fault. You couldn't have stopped her."
"But I could have. I woke up when she told me, but then, some how, I drifted off to sleep again."
"She could have put a spell on you, so you wouldn't follow."
Legolas walked towards the place where the fire was lit. "We have to go find her. She will not survive without the things she has received."
She sat there, mind in shock from what transpired. Nothing happened. I'm still here. She walked out of the tree stump and saw that there was a barrier around the tree. Nothing was damaged. She put out her hand and found that nothing fell. She felt no water, nor any moist air. I blocked out the storm. I should be safe for now.
She sat there, and took out the book that she found at her home before she left. She opened it and saw Legolas and Sorator behind her, all standing in front of a giant willow tree. Just like in my dream, she thought. Until the rain stopped, she sat there and skimmed through the book, examining only the pictures, for all of them looked familiar. She looked through the book, and then she had a sudden flash of Legolas. My head! she cried. She had many more flashes, of Sorator, some other girls in the village, and her mother, her real mother. Though she only caught a moment's glimpse of her, her beauty matched that of Armena's. When she opened her eyes, she could barely se her mother in front of her. She reached out for her, but it was only an illusion, created by the flashes in her head. The storm ended. Armena could see the sun again. She gathered her things and set off, her spirits lifted.
Legolas and Sorator were walking, when Sorator had flashed as well. Legolas stopped to aid the pained man, but Sorator pushed him down to the ground. His mind became corrupt with anger, and he blacked out. Black devil wings appeared from his back, his eyes grew from dark blue to glowing bright red, and a sword materialized in his hand. Legolas got up as fast as he could to his feet and armed his bow and arrow when the sword came at least a foot away from his face. "I know you don't want to make that move. This sword contains a deadly poison that can kill an elf with one swipe. Do the right thing and put… the… bow…DOWN!" he boomed. His voice seemed to be split between his and a high-pitched squeal. Legolas did what he was told, and he put his bow and arrow back where they belonged.
Legolas looked on his wrist and saw Armena's anklet on it. He stood there, looking at him up and down, then he grabbed for the anklet, barely missing the blade of the sword. "I think I will keep this," he said. Sorator's wings retracted in his back and everything went back to normal as he hit the ground. Legolas went to his aid, making sure the anklet was not up for grabs. He said nothing to the fallen man, but he thought to himself as Sorator regained his strength. Could this have contributed to the incident at Armena's village? he thought. He helped Sorator up, and continued on his journey.
"Legolas, what just happened? I was just walking and next thing I know, I'm on the ground."
Legolas walked ahead of him, turned his head around and said, "It's nothing to worry about. You were just weak."
Sorator just left the situation alone, and concentrated on his goal, finding Armena.