Ice formed on the puddles and pools of melted snow that covered the path. Sentron sighed and nudged Intraas forward. The grey horse sniffed the chilly air and moved off. The sun gleamed over the horizon like a dieing fire. The moon rose over the paths of grey mud that led to Edoras. Intraas stumbled and fell. The impact tossed Sentron into the mud, underneath the horse. Pain shot through his back and neck. The purple and blue splodges of fading consciences appeared before his eyes.

Hour’s later Sentron’s eyelids flickered. Dim light burned through his eyelids. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a dingy little room with no windows. A door was slightly open and led off onto a corridor. He sat up and winced. His left arm was in a sling. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand and jumped when the door creaked open. A tall man slightly tanned with a mop of silky red hair walked in. Well the word ‘walk’ could exactly be used, he floated into the room.

“Ahh, your awake.” His was calm and soft but something in it sounded as though he wasn’t just here to wish Sentron a fast recovery.
“Well when you are ready you can start work.”
“Work?” Sentron said surprised.
“Yes, you are my personal slave now. We found you and saved you now you must pay off my dept.”

Time passed. Sentron grew from a 11-year-old boy to a 14-year-old teenager. The man who he worked for worked him day and night. When Sentron was 15 he escaped. For 2 days he travelled with his horse Intraas. The sun beat down on him every day. At last he came to the woods near Lothlorian. He’s been hiding here for almost 2 years now. Running. Where will he run to now? Only time will tell…

Name: Sentron Selathiean
Goes by the name of: Sentron
Gender: Male
Eye Colour: Indigo
Hair: Light brown
Age: He won’t tell me. He might tell you
Build: Tall, very thin thin
Brought up: Parents died when he was 10 and he travelled to Edoras before he was captured then he ran to Lothlorian and has lived there since
Race: Elf
Horse: Begote: Black mare
Animals: Estmer: Brown Husky, Flantian: Osprey
Weapons: Sword: Blue and silver
Quiver of arrows: Blue with a silver pattern of Ivy
Arrows: Green
Dagger: Blue and Silver
Other: He has been looking for his brother, Lentros since he found out about him. Will he ever find him?

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

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