(OOC:Well my char already walked away so yours can do the same..)

Melachor walked away, but stopped and began chanting a spell and suddenly disappeared. He looked around with a smiled and began making his way towards something that had disturbed him, but he thought he knew what it was. He walked and saw a person with the back turned at him.

"Welcome Deawen... it has been awhile..."

Melachor snapped his fingers appearing 3 metres behind her.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

*Sen continued on; he needed to find the Marker... There! He spotted it, jutting out over the forest canopy. He ran to it, and collapsed to his knees, weeping, his hand braced against the large stone statue. It had been nearly covered with vines, and the grass grew close around it. It was his first sight of a piece of his past... A piece of his home...*

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen turned around in surprise the other had left Sen did to so the voice seemed out of place. it was the other person Sen was talking to! Deawen shrank back into the bushes "do i know you?" she asked her voice small like a childs, Deawen gripped a hidden knife just in case he would attack she didn't know him and she felt very uncomfortable that he knew her but she didn't know him.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor smiled with his face covered by the hood and nodded slightly.

"In a way...or at least you have heard of me... and I actually knew your...relative.. who happened to be in Mordor before the last alliance won the dark lord... rings any bells Deawen?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen thought for a moment "my ancestress Deawen... wild fire." Deawen said aloud "i have heard of her. but what does that have to do with you?" she asked slowly

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor smiled at her words as she said wildfire.

"Well let`s just say that she wouldn`t be really known as wildfire without me..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"what are you talking about?" "who are you?"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor smiled.

"Well who do you think I am? Who do you think trained her, your ancesster? I actually saw in Minas Tirith lately, but you never saw me..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"thats because your puppet 'whats his name' shot me with a bolt!(i said no darts!)" Deawen said defensive. her blue eyes shinning a ray of sun light fell on her hair. her copper hair glowed like fire.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor tsked loudly.

"Not exactly... you see... I was controlling Neracelc at that time and he could have resisted, but he could have died in the struggle or just lose his chance to regain his sanity... now can you even spell my name correctly Deawen?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen watched him "spell your name? well I could if i knew your name! though the rohirrim aren't known for writing you know so what makes you think i can spell?"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor sighed loudly.

"You have heard it... and don`t play a fool with me.. but anyway you certainly do know my name at least and I have known yours since you had it... so the question remains.. like Sen... what are you doing here?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

it was Deawen's turn to smile "well.. i was looking for Sen." Deawen lied she was lost but too proud to admit it and she did not want to seem l helpless "you knew Deawen the first? and you have known my name... pray why do you take intrest in me and my relative?"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor shrugged with a slightly smile.

"Out of pure interest... well.. let`s just say that what you ancestor did caught my interest slightly and perhaps because I tend to get bored reading my books... of course your ancestor brought me one and demanded training so that she could use her gift, but I have been wondering, if it has passed on to her followers..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen raised one eyebrow " her followers? only me so iam told i have her gift and her curse" Deawen sighed "tell me why did she go to you for help with her gift? i learned to control mine..." Deawen asked getting up

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor sighed.

"Every blade must be forged and a the gift has been the sword passing in your family, she forged that sword so that makes it easier for you to learn... it`s your heritage should I say... and why me?"

Melachor pointed at a tree some feets away and chanted spellwords, a small bolt of fire hit the tree and it got up in flames.

"Enough for an explenation?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!