Chapter 19
Armena searched for a few minutes, until he found Sorator. He was sitting by the giant willow tree on his knees. She walked around, and saw a knife in his hand piercing his forearm. Armena walked towards him, but only slightly.
"Sorator! What are you doing?" she asked.
Sorator didn't answer. He was steadily cutting his right forearm with the blade. Armena looked at the blade, and saw that it was the Elvin-smith blade, strike, though it seemed smaller.
"Put the sword down, Sorator." But he still didn't listen. "Please, Sorator. Put the sword down."
Legolas walked near him, and knelt down. He looked in his eyes. Then he saw his wrist. "He can't hear you, Armena." He stood up. "He has it again."
"Has what?" asked Armena.
"He has your anklet, and is wearing it as a bracelet."
"Is there anything that's supposed to be wrong with that?"
"He's not supposed to. He has been corrupted. I don't think there is anything we can do but try to remove it from his arm, but who knows how long he has worn it. It may be too late."
Armena looked troubled. She turned her attention away from Legolas and listened outside the willow. She heard raindrops.
"The rain…it's not normal," she said. She stood as Legolas walked up and pushed aside the vines towering from the tree. He saw the houses disappearing, and the people were screaming in agony. Legolas backed away.
"The people are changing!"
"Into what?"
"Orcs…" they heard from behind them. It sounded as cold as ice, and it seemed to be split between a regular man and a hiss of a snake. Legolas and Armena turned around slowly, and saw a man clothed in black. He had wings protruded from his back as if they had come directly from a dragon, but it spread across the tree. His hair grew longer, and as it grew, it seemed to look filthier. He rose to the top of the tree and raised his head to the sky. Then he looked down, and he no longer looked like Sorator, but like an Elf crossed over to the side of the Dark Lord.
"Sorator???" cried Armena. "What has happened to you?"
"I am no longer the Sorator you were supposed to love, but I am now the Sorator who you have loathed and cursed…the Sorator you had abandoned for a stray elf. I am no longer the Sorator whom you have sought to be by your side, nor was I ever. Your torment has bought pain upon me, and that, my dear Princess, that cannot be healed."
"Sorator!!" cried Legolas. "Sorator, we are not against you. You think out of your head, and that's going to get you killed!"
"SILENCE!!" shouted Sorator as he pointed Strike, now seeming to be bigger. It shot a bolt of lightning down on him, and Legolas fell down to his side in pain. Armena ran to his help. Then she shouted at Sorator.
"Why are you doing this? What is it that I have done?" The storm turned into a raging wind.
"You abandoned me for an Elf. Do you know how it feels to be abandoned by the one you loved? DO YOU?"
Armena turned her head to Legolas. He was still out cold. Then she turned back. "Yes, I do know what it feels like. If you really loved me, you would accept my love for another. I have done nothing wrong. Your jealousy has set you apart from me, and that's what made me mad, but I never abandoned you. I have done nothing wrong."
"LIAR!!" He shot the sword in the air, and Legolas came to. Suddenly, a swarm of orcs rushed under the tree, and went to Armena. They began to attack, but something in them stopped. All their arrows froze in the air, and all the orcs stopped dead in their tracks and moments later, ran away.
"What?? What is happening with my army?"
"She has used her magic. Your army is useless. They can't get near her without them facing their own fear- failing."
"Well, I'm not going to fail my task- getting rid of the both of you." An arrow materialized in his hand. He aimed it down, and moments later, it was shot.
There was a loud scream. Legolas lay on his back, with an arrow that pierced right through his heart. Armena looked over to his face, and he was writhing in agony. This was very rare with an Elf, but he was dying, and there was nothing Armena could do to stop it.
"Legolas, you can't die. You just can't."
"Armena…" he started. "Don't live your life thinking about me. If these are your last moments, fight back, and win, for the both of us, but especially for you. You started this, and you need to finish this. Just think, after this, you can go wherever you want and live your life in tranquility." He closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
Armena sat there crying on Legolas's chest. I can't believe he is gone, she thought. After a few moments, she took his sword from the pack on his back and stood up. Then she looked toward Sorator.
"This time, you have done it. First the denial, then the separation, now this…I have lost every inch of faith in my best friend. My only guide was killed for own selfish reasons. You are no longer a part of my life, and there is only one way I can make that possible." Her wings protruded from her back, but this time, angel wings appeared. Her clothes changed, and she flew up to where Sorator was. They were face to face. The storm grew worse.
"You are going to pay for what you did."
"And how do you think that is going to happen?" asked Sorator.
"Your torment is going to end here."
Their swords clashed. Both of them began to fight, and neither of them looked as if they were going to back down. Armena was pushed to the outside, and they still fought on. They each took blow after blow to the body, but neither of them showed any sign of weakness. Finally, Armena struck a blow to his wing, and Sorator started to weaken.
"Are you ready to stop all this madness?" she asked him. Her words were stern.
"I will be ready…" he started, "as soon as you are no more!!" He took Strike, and struck Armena's right wing. She fell out of the sky, and landed on her back, near the castle. Her back was against the wall, and Sorator floated down.
She saw him, almost consumed in black, and with Strike raised into the air. It was held over her head, and all that Sorator did was laugh.
"I see you are the one who has failed. Annihilation is the only way out of this."
"The way I see it, I already won." She said. "You may strike me down, but this will be something you will regret."
"O, I won't regret this for a moment." He began to strike, and Armena lifted her sword. It went through Sorator's chest, and Sorator stood there. She removed her sword, and lay on her back, but the danger was not over. Sorator rose up, and struck down his sword, and there was an explosion of fire…
Armena searched for a few minutes, until he found Sorator. He was sitting by the giant willow tree on his knees. She walked around, and saw a knife in his hand piercing his forearm. Armena walked towards him, but only slightly.
"Sorator! What are you doing?" she asked.
Sorator didn't answer. He was steadily cutting his right forearm with the blade. Armena looked at the blade, and saw that it was the Elvin-smith blade, strike, though it seemed smaller.
"Put the sword down, Sorator." But he still didn't listen. "Please, Sorator. Put the sword down."
Legolas walked near him, and knelt down. He looked in his eyes. Then he saw his wrist. "He can't hear you, Armena." He stood up. "He has it again."
"Has what?" asked Armena.
"He has your anklet, and is wearing it as a bracelet."
"Is there anything that's supposed to be wrong with that?"
"He's not supposed to. He has been corrupted. I don't think there is anything we can do but try to remove it from his arm, but who knows how long he has worn it. It may be too late."
Armena looked troubled. She turned her attention away from Legolas and listened outside the willow. She heard raindrops.
"The rain…it's not normal," she said. She stood as Legolas walked up and pushed aside the vines towering from the tree. He saw the houses disappearing, and the people were screaming in agony. Legolas backed away.
"The people are changing!"
"Into what?"
"Orcs…" they heard from behind them. It sounded as cold as ice, and it seemed to be split between a regular man and a hiss of a snake. Legolas and Armena turned around slowly, and saw a man clothed in black. He had wings protruded from his back as if they had come directly from a dragon, but it spread across the tree. His hair grew longer, and as it grew, it seemed to look filthier. He rose to the top of the tree and raised his head to the sky. Then he looked down, and he no longer looked like Sorator, but like an Elf crossed over to the side of the Dark Lord.
"Sorator???" cried Armena. "What has happened to you?"
"I am no longer the Sorator you were supposed to love, but I am now the Sorator who you have loathed and cursed…the Sorator you had abandoned for a stray elf. I am no longer the Sorator whom you have sought to be by your side, nor was I ever. Your torment has bought pain upon me, and that, my dear Princess, that cannot be healed."
"Sorator!!" cried Legolas. "Sorator, we are not against you. You think out of your head, and that's going to get you killed!"
"SILENCE!!" shouted Sorator as he pointed Strike, now seeming to be bigger. It shot a bolt of lightning down on him, and Legolas fell down to his side in pain. Armena ran to his help. Then she shouted at Sorator.
"Why are you doing this? What is it that I have done?" The storm turned into a raging wind.
"You abandoned me for an Elf. Do you know how it feels to be abandoned by the one you loved? DO YOU?"
Armena turned her head to Legolas. He was still out cold. Then she turned back. "Yes, I do know what it feels like. If you really loved me, you would accept my love for another. I have done nothing wrong. Your jealousy has set you apart from me, and that's what made me mad, but I never abandoned you. I have done nothing wrong."
"LIAR!!" He shot the sword in the air, and Legolas came to. Suddenly, a swarm of orcs rushed under the tree, and went to Armena. They began to attack, but something in them stopped. All their arrows froze in the air, and all the orcs stopped dead in their tracks and moments later, ran away.
"What?? What is happening with my army?"
"She has used her magic. Your army is useless. They can't get near her without them facing their own fear- failing."
"Well, I'm not going to fail my task- getting rid of the both of you." An arrow materialized in his hand. He aimed it down, and moments later, it was shot.
There was a loud scream. Legolas lay on his back, with an arrow that pierced right through his heart. Armena looked over to his face, and he was writhing in agony. This was very rare with an Elf, but he was dying, and there was nothing Armena could do to stop it.
"Legolas, you can't die. You just can't."
"Armena…" he started. "Don't live your life thinking about me. If these are your last moments, fight back, and win, for the both of us, but especially for you. You started this, and you need to finish this. Just think, after this, you can go wherever you want and live your life in tranquility." He closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
Armena sat there crying on Legolas's chest. I can't believe he is gone, she thought. After a few moments, she took his sword from the pack on his back and stood up. Then she looked toward Sorator.
"This time, you have done it. First the denial, then the separation, now this…I have lost every inch of faith in my best friend. My only guide was killed for own selfish reasons. You are no longer a part of my life, and there is only one way I can make that possible." Her wings protruded from her back, but this time, angel wings appeared. Her clothes changed, and she flew up to where Sorator was. They were face to face. The storm grew worse.
"You are going to pay for what you did."
"And how do you think that is going to happen?" asked Sorator.
"Your torment is going to end here."
Their swords clashed. Both of them began to fight, and neither of them looked as if they were going to back down. Armena was pushed to the outside, and they still fought on. They each took blow after blow to the body, but neither of them showed any sign of weakness. Finally, Armena struck a blow to his wing, and Sorator started to weaken.
"Are you ready to stop all this madness?" she asked him. Her words were stern.
"I will be ready…" he started, "as soon as you are no more!!" He took Strike, and struck Armena's right wing. She fell out of the sky, and landed on her back, near the castle. Her back was against the wall, and Sorator floated down.
She saw him, almost consumed in black, and with Strike raised into the air. It was held over her head, and all that Sorator did was laugh.
"I see you are the one who has failed. Annihilation is the only way out of this."
"The way I see it, I already won." She said. "You may strike me down, but this will be something you will regret."
"O, I won't regret this for a moment." He began to strike, and Armena lifted her sword. It went through Sorator's chest, and Sorator stood there. She removed her sword, and lay on her back, but the danger was not over. Sorator rose up, and struck down his sword, and there was an explosion of fire…