Hello everyone! It's time for chapter 3! I would expect a new chapter every three days or so, I'l try to skip to the schedule.

REMEMBER! Moriarwen wrote half!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A/N: The text inside these: oo0o0o0o0o0o0o0, is a flashback.

Part five

Calanthia brought her thoughts back to the present as she padded over the soft ground after the assassin. She loved being a cat, she felt so powerful and graceful. After being a large cat, she felt inadequate, even in her natural form as an elf. Running across the forest floor, Calanthia waited for a clearing of some sort, where she could change back to an elf and blast Foinien with some raw elemental power. She couldn't do that as a cat, and she didn't want to harm any other creatures that may be nearby. Storms could be very destructive; particularly ones that Calanthia conjured up. She wasn't called Storm Maiden for nothing.

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Foinien's well honed battle senses were buzzing with feelings of danger, but she didn't hear anything, or see anything, and she was careful to avoid being seen. But her instincts had never led her wrong. Her naturally strong senses came from being an elf, but they had been honed to an almost ridiculous power by the Morqua-Maica training. Alarm bells ringing in the back of her head told her to avoid the large clearing ahead, even skirting around the edges, even though that clearing was the fastest route to another concealed cave. Instead, she plunged deeper into the forest, dodging large trees and brambles as even the moon was blocked out.

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Calanthia cursed silently when Foinien turned from the clearing and into the deep, deep woods. Deciding that a panther shape was no longer prudent, she turned into a small owl, fast and able to fly under the canopies without losing the assassin. She would contact other birds in this form, they would help. She hooted, alerting other owls to the intruder. Maybe they could run her back to the clearing. But maybe not.

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Foinien heard the hooting of an owl and stopped, listening intently. She could usually tell if it was a real animal or a human imitation of one. One was safe, the other led to danger. After a moment she decided that it was indeed a real owl, and when several more answered she thought it was unusual, but nothing special. But soon there were sparrows, jays, robins....they shouldn't even be awake. Now Foinien was suspicious. They all sounded real, they all were real, but who could wake them all and rally them together like that? The elf who was hunting her? Did she have that power? Foinien thought back to all that she knew about the elf with surprising powers.

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Foinien had blown off the first few rumors that she had heard about there being a new person on her trail. It didn't matter, they would never catch her. But when she had heard more, even from the head of her order, she had thought fleetingly about it before, once again, blowing it off. No one else had succeeded in catching her, why should she? The answer was simple: the others didn't have magic. She did. The first time Foinien had seen her, she had established a weak link between them. When Foinien ran off, the first place she went was to her mentor, Fenume, Fire-Dragon in the Common tongue, had told her much about her pursuer.

"Ah my little student. Have you decided to quit ignoring my warnings?" Fenume asked his back to her. He was staring out the window, staring at the gray foggy day.

"Tell me about her." Foinien said, not answering the question. This of course was what Fenume wanted. He was devious, full of guile, tricky. He had a black heart and a steel-trap mind, which, when put with a strong sword arm, made him extremely deadly.

"She is Calanthia Raumovendi." Fenume stopped abruptly, and Foinien knew what he wanted.

"Storm Maiden? Why storm maiden?" Foinien asked, biting the obvious hook. Fenume was the only person she would play these games with, and that was only because she greatly admired him. If Morqua-Maica could love, she would love him as a father.

"She controls the storm" Fenume said, still not turning to face her. "She is immensely powerful. She could open up the earth beneath your very feet and close the gap again, leaving you trapped underground. She could call up the waves, send them crashing onto the shore only to drag you back in and not let you up. She could send bolts of lighting out of her hands; she could pull lava from the very earth." Fenume spun to face his student finally, placing his hands on the desk that was between them and bringing his face close to hers. "She could kill you in a million ways, ways that we cannot stop. She could make it rain for weeks straight, flooding, killing, sweeping away. And she is after you." Fenume's dark eyes flashed a warning to his student. "She must be annihilated. Before she annihilates you."

"I shall see to it." Foinien answered in an offhand manner.

"No you shall not!" Fenume thundered. "She is on the lookout for you, has been searching for you, and knows what you look like! I shall send a lesser warrior after her. I cannot lose on of my best." Fenume drew away, turning to face away from her and look out the window again.

"I appreciate your concern, but I can handle this myself." Foinien said coolly.

"The mater is closed for discussion." Fenume responded. "Now, I have another assignment for you. It is a Numenorean, and he is rising to power too quickly for someone's liking."

"Tell me more." Foinien said, tilting her head to one side, a cruel smile on her face.

"He will be well protected, but I think you are up to it. He lives....."

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Calanthia settled on a dead tree and changed back to an elf. Foinien was far away. Closing her eyes, Calanthia made her hand into a fist. Opening it slowly, a wisp of fog drifted out. It grew, soon enveloping her area. She sent it far and wide, dispersing it slightly so that the birds could see. Changing back into an owl, Calanthia launched into the air again. Foinien would be hard-pressed to escape her in a fog.

Part six

As the mist had left Calanthia's hand, it grew and spread, soon the whole area was submerged in the damp fog.

Calanthia scanned the ground, hoping that she hadn't left it too long, and that Foinien had escaped. The elf didn't want to hunt down her prey again.

The assassin, noticing the cold, wet fog that seemed to envelope around her, thought it was best to seek shelter, some fog was like a fine drizzle, soaking her through. The problem being that the next nearest safe place was miles away, and Foinien was unsure of how safe it was to double back. She felt the presence of the storm maiden, but how close or how far she was from her, Foinien couldn't tell.

She didn't know that Calanthia was now following her closely, waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

The young male assassin, whom had been set the mission of killing Calanthia, had been following her for three days, he was less experienced than most of the Morqua Maica; having only ever been sent to kill one person.

His mission had gone horribly wrong.

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Calanthia had discovered her follower and alerted others, together they had surrounded him. There was a bloody fight, the elf chose to die fighting rather than be captured, he took several elves with him as he went.
When they had finally brought him down, Calanthia looked sadly at the dead elf, one of his gloves had come off during the fighting, and Calanthia saw for the first time; the mark of the Morqua Maica. A black tattoo on the inside of the wrist, in the shape of the outline of a blade.
"I wonder why he was sent after me." Calanthia said to one of the elves that had come to her aid. She hadn't expected a reply.

"Because you are hunting Foinien, they know and they have marked you for death." The elf said, surprising the elleth.

The name Foinien was dreaded amongst the elves who knew of the Morqua Maica, she was a living legend.

"An assassin was sent after me because I am hunting an assassin? Why didn't Foinien herself come after me?" She asked him.

"How am I to understand the mind of a Morqua Maica?" He said, shrugging.

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Foinien halted; she climbed a nearby tree silently and settled in between the braches, choosing her place to shelter from the rain.

Calanthia saw her chance...

Oooh, suspensful right?

MORIARWEN WROTE HALF!!
Can you guess which part she wrote and whoch part I wrote?

Until the next chapter!