Aliyana awoke to see the red-eyed darkness. The black consumed her vision where ever she looked. He voice stuck in her throat as she strained to try and find out where she was. The blindness obscured her and feeling every sense being piqued, feeling a sharpness at the tips of her fingers. Her head throbbed with pain and her body ached with every movement that she made. She could feel underneath her a hard, rough stone floor. Some of them were broken apart and out of them roots snaked across the ground arching and falling, twisting and turning. She remembered Fingal saying something about going to Nurn. The orc...ah! What was his name? Ôlûren! That was it! Aliyana remembered him saying something about her powers. She shook her head in dismay, not remembering anything, wishing that there was someway to see in this dark prison. The gag was now out of her mouth and she didn't have any bonds on her wrists and ankles; she thanked Eru for that even though she ached all over. Her breathing quickened when she heard something in front of her. It seemed to be muffled, but audible none the less. There was talking; she could make out a human male voice but the other was different. It could speak well in the tongue of men, but it was heavily accented, deep and scratchy. Aliyana decided to get closer to it by shuffling across the floor. After a few moments, the voices stopped and then a loud scream came after. Aliyana jolted back, her head connecting with a wall. She yelped in pain and held the back of her head, tears streaming out of her eyes. The scream continued and increased in volume. Then there was a sickening rip of flesh and the scream grew. The girl felt her heart speeding, racing in fear. Finally the scream was cut off by a snap and there was a loud thud. Short barks of laughter followed after that. She was frightened. She didn't know where she was or what she would do to escape. What did they want with her anyway? She now remembered Ôlûren saying something about her having great power. Of course Aliyana knew that she had the control over some magic, but not this great. Something caught her eye overhead and she could tell it was some sort of light; blue and faded. It poured down like smoke, silvery and calm. She pulled herself to the light, wincing in pain and pulled her knees to her chest. She looked up to see the moon in its comforting gaze, smiling gently down upon the girl. Ailyana smiled back softly, until she heard a short shriek. The girl looked at the blackness, the light acting as a veil. She thought she could hear something...scratching. Mice? No it was something bigger...Something large clawing at the ground. The sound stopped and then came towards her. Then it came...it loomed up out of the darkness like a infesting white shade. It had bristles in its back, almost like quills, one large muscular arm dragged to the floor, roughly sewn on with some thick thread. The other was small and crooked, a few fingers missing only showing bloody stumps. It had no neck, only a ghastly head that was built upon the deepest and blackest nightmares. Its white and matted hair covered up most of its visage, but she could still see its eyes, huge and fish-like, but with a stark white film over them. The mouth was crooked and bent into strange proportions, although it hung open, gaping wide, leering down upon her showing its sharp teeth, sharpened from being chipped, others were blackened and yellowed. It had a nose, but put together with metal staples, but even worse. Some didn't even go into its nose. Its legs were bent but small and out of proportion with the rest of its body. Its skin was so white that Aliyana could see through it the organs pulsating in a ghastly way that no living creature could decipher. She didn't scream, she couldn't scream. It let out a deep, resonating growl that shook her frame. She backed towards the wall with the thing following her. Aliyana pressed herself against the wall, rough and callused. The monster let out another shriek and soon there were two more but their limbs were differently placed, one didn't have an arm and another had large metal staples across its chest with part of the flesh overlapping to one side. One of the creatures procured a knife, crudely made and blackened; charred. They slowly began to close in on her, no expression their faces as they did so. Suddenly there was a loud bang at the front of the room. The beasts looked in that direction for a second, screamed and ran off. Ailyana, still huddled close to the wall, looked at the faint light coming from what seemed to be a doorway. Two large, corpulent orcs made their way inside. They were Uruk-Hai, and stood to the each side of the door, as a lesser orc brought in a lantern. From what she could tell, it was Ôlûren. Her heart leapt for joy when she saw him, but when she looked onto the Uruk-Hai, they looked sinister and smiled to each other in a secretive kind of way. Another Uruk-Hai filed in, filled with malice and anger. The light cast an eerie shadow upon his face. Aliyana stood, and looked back at it, then at Ôlûren who seemed to be wincing at what her fate might be. Aliyana looked back at the orc's bright green eyes. They burned into her, but she took back his gaze. He motioned Ôlûren forward as he advanced over to Aliyana. Her breath quickened as she stared up at him. She shrunk against the wall, her heart leaping into her throat, the look of terror on her face. He was probably thrice or four times her height. He leered down at her and then took her roughly by the arm. She didn't struggle out of his iron grip, for if she did try to escape it would be useless, and she had no idea where to go to at all. Her brow furrowed in pain but she was smart enough not to give them the satisfaction of her screams. The Uruk-Hai forced her out of the door and through a narrow stone hall. It seemed so cold and so lifeless, filled with nothing. They continued up the steps through another narrow stone hallway, filled with screaming of innocents. Most of the prisoners were elven, and others human, even dwarves. The Uruk-Hai twisted her arm even more as they turned a corner to get to a turret. She winced and felt fear grab her as they headed to the open turret. What if they were to push her over the side? When they were crossing it, she looked up at the moon begging for comfort, but it gave none, turning away. She looked at its last glimmers before being ushered into a very dark room. There were some torches here and there, but it was nearly impossible to see all of the features of the room, save a glowing fire, the demonic flames leaping high. What Aliyana could see was that the walls were made of rough slate, chipped and overlapping. The floor was covered in soot and ash, a few burnt rugs were discarded over the floor, but no more than that. Forward through the gloom, Aliyana could see twelve cloaked figures in front of a bloodstained wall. She forgot who was behind her so she pressed her self to the Uruk-Hai warrior. He grunted and threw her forward. Aliyana landed on her hands and knees looking at the floor. She stared back up at the hooded figures. They seemed to be filled with duress, not moving at all. One of them stepped forward, "So...this is the child." A deep voice resounded but it was lightly accented. The Uruk-Hai warrior put a heavy hand on her shoulder, so that she could not escape. She stared to the side at the wall not looking up at the shade at all. There was a silence of acceptance. "Good, Zargolen. You have done well," The figure looked about a bit and then asked Ôlûren "Where is the Commander Fingal?" the lesser orc was frightened "H-he is in conference with The Goddess, Necromancer Lokken" the figure, now known as Lokken, nodded again. "Then it is time to test the human," Zargolen quickly pulled Aliyana to her feet and forced her to a chair. Ôlûren was commanded to strap her limbs to the chair. When he was finished he gave a look of pity to her before he was rudely ushered off by Zargolen. "Are you afraid, child?" Aliyana made no sound, the jaws of fear held her voice in it's robust grip. "Are you?" Again she made no answer. Lokken shook his head, amused "Then you are, for you make no answer at all," He walked away "Men are always afraid...like your father. Such a coward to die like that, He never said anything to your mother when she died," He turned back to face Aliyana, who began to feel anger seeping into her thoughts "...He never even tried to save you. And as for Fionn, well, he's dead...oh, and your brother too," Aliyana ripped past fear "My father is not a coward! You are!" Lokken turned back as the room echoed with laughter of the orcs, all but Ôlûren. Lokken advanced "And why do you call me a coward?" Aliyana felt fury begin to crush her fear "You sent your troops to die, not yourselves. You sat back and watched them die while you came up with no evil plans. You savored watching them dying," Lokken felt his own anger rising. A simple girl hurting his pride...as well putting many questions in the orc's heads. He couldn't think of anything to say back to her, "Enough talk. The real test begins," Lokken reached out a gloved hand to her neck. As he held it there he chanted something under his breath. Aliyana suddenly felt a tingling on her throat, then it increased to festering, then quickly to a burning hot pain. She gritted her teeth against it, as she felt a warmth leaking out of her eyes, blood streaked down her face. Lokken's whispers filled the room, making her confused and frightened, hearing the blood pounding in her ears. Suddenly a white beam, that looked like smoke curled round Lokken's arm. The Necromancer gasped in pain and he held her throat tighter. Aliyana gasped in his pain, but she began to hear a comforting voice one that she could not recognize, Lokken then screamed in pain and removed his hand as if it had touched a flame. A mark was left on her neck, but it slowly began to disappear. Lokken held his hand which was now smoking "The Mûndarïn," Aliyana half collapsed in the chair. Lokken was enraged "She has the protection of the Moon...there! Can you not see it?!" He jerked her head up by holding her hair with his good hand. Aliyana winced in pain. There was, on her forehead a shimmering silver crescent which was slowly fading. His associates gasped and crowded round, "The mother must have known magic and blessed her," Lokken cursed under his breath. "Then we shall have to ask The Goddess for her help," "Before she leaves, I will give her something that the Mûndarïn will not be able to protect her against," There was a little laughter then a hushed silence as he took a poker from the fire, the edge glowed white with heat. She knew what he was to do. She tried to struggle out of her bonds as he slowly saw him coming forward. When was about to slap it to her arm, he stopped and walked back a step. Aliyana breathed a sight of relief, then he slapped it to her arm. She wasn't prepared at all, so she screamed, feeling pain well up inside of her, tears streaming from her eyes. After like what seemed an eternity, he removed it. Her flesh was smoking and raw, it stung and burned. Lokken seemed satisfied and looked to Zargolen. "Take her back to her cell,"