Awena was thrown to the ground as the Orcs took a break. They were a
day away from Baldur, but Awena couldn't care less. It was raining and
she soaked right through, but she didn't care. Something had changed in
her over the past day. She felt more powerful and she was more aware of
little noises and she could see farther and clearer.
The Orcs were arguing over something, loudly and Awena had force herself to ignore them. She looked down at her bindings and stared at the ropes that cut into her wrists. Soon, there was a wisp of smoke and the strands of rope were being burned though. Awena slipped the rope off and rubbed her chaffed wrists. She moved underneath a tree and leaned against its trunk and curled up.
" That was a brave thing to do, to give yourself up."
Awena looked up and saw the captain of the Uruk-Hai standing over her.
" There was nothing noble in the act. It was pointless to continue the fight," she replied, her voice sounded strange.
The captain found himself staring into her eyes. They had a burning light behind the azure colour and it was a cold flame, nothing like he had seen before. She stood to her full height and looked him directly in the eyes. " And yet you say it was brave. Giving one's self up is an act of a coward. Which is what I am." Awena shrank back down to the ground and wrapped her arms around her knees and started to cry. The captain left her, bewildered, not by what she had said, but she hadn't said.
Once again, a vision came to her as she cried. It was not of the battle, but of a dark stormy night. There was a tower with a single light in the uppermost window and a figure moved in the room. Awena was transported up to the room and soon she saw that there were two people in the room, a male, and a female. The female was sleeping in the bed, and the male was dressing. He leaned over the bed and kissed the sleeping girl on the cheek, she rolled over and went back to sleep. The man turned and faced Awena, but did not see her. Awena could not see his face; it was blurred and hidden by the hood on his cloak. In an instant, she knew that the woman in the room was her mother, and the man must be her father, but why couldn't she see his face? She felt frustration. A hand touched her shoulder and she screamed in surprise, waking up.
It was one of the Orcs. She screamed again, for his hands were all over her, groping around for something. Her scream got the attention of the captain, who pulled the offending Orc off her and beheaded him right then and there. Her eyes were wide in horror and the captain had to slap her, for she was hysterical. She sobbed quietly and the captain positioned himself near her, for what had just happened will happen again if he left her alone. It was the longest nights ever, for Awena.
The Orcs were arguing over something, loudly and Awena had force herself to ignore them. She looked down at her bindings and stared at the ropes that cut into her wrists. Soon, there was a wisp of smoke and the strands of rope were being burned though. Awena slipped the rope off and rubbed her chaffed wrists. She moved underneath a tree and leaned against its trunk and curled up.
" That was a brave thing to do, to give yourself up."
Awena looked up and saw the captain of the Uruk-Hai standing over her.
" There was nothing noble in the act. It was pointless to continue the fight," she replied, her voice sounded strange.
The captain found himself staring into her eyes. They had a burning light behind the azure colour and it was a cold flame, nothing like he had seen before. She stood to her full height and looked him directly in the eyes. " And yet you say it was brave. Giving one's self up is an act of a coward. Which is what I am." Awena shrank back down to the ground and wrapped her arms around her knees and started to cry. The captain left her, bewildered, not by what she had said, but she hadn't said.
Once again, a vision came to her as she cried. It was not of the battle, but of a dark stormy night. There was a tower with a single light in the uppermost window and a figure moved in the room. Awena was transported up to the room and soon she saw that there were two people in the room, a male, and a female. The female was sleeping in the bed, and the male was dressing. He leaned over the bed and kissed the sleeping girl on the cheek, she rolled over and went back to sleep. The man turned and faced Awena, but did not see her. Awena could not see his face; it was blurred and hidden by the hood on his cloak. In an instant, she knew that the woman in the room was her mother, and the man must be her father, but why couldn't she see his face? She felt frustration. A hand touched her shoulder and she screamed in surprise, waking up.
It was one of the Orcs. She screamed again, for his hands were all over her, groping around for something. Her scream got the attention of the captain, who pulled the offending Orc off her and beheaded him right then and there. Her eyes were wide in horror and the captain had to slap her, for she was hysterical. She sobbed quietly and the captain positioned himself near her, for what had just happened will happen again if he left her alone. It was the longest nights ever, for Awena.