Deawen peered around they were gone "well time to go" Deawen thought Deawen went back up the stairs to the door outside she stood in front of it the she drew a small knife she took a deep breath then with lightning speed she cut her finger at the tip she presssed her finger to the door and it closed. Deawen bound up the cut carefully she didn't have time to make a fire to heal so she headed north.

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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

*Sen sat down at Melachor's bidding, and quickly glanced around as he did; searching for any threat. None that he could see, at least none at the moment. He waited for Melachor to begin the conversation. He wanted to see what Melachor wanted to discuss...*

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

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Melachor crossed his arms in a prayer and kept them on his lap with a smiling face.

"First question... do you hate me? and if so then why? and don`t lie because I can tell even from one such as you...because I have known when Adastrea has lied to 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!

*Sen smiled. He was not going to test the water. Not yet.*
Melachor, I hate all the things that serve Sauron; they are evil, and they will be destroyed. If not by my hand, then by another. Yet you say that you do not serve the Dark Lord, so I will have to see how things play out before my judgement is passed on your behalf.

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

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Melachor smiled.

"I served the dark lord once, but no more because he has no power on me and he has no physical form... but that does not make me evil... that didn`t make Deawen wildfire evil at all... many served Sauron because they needed something from him or they were blackmailed into it... Deawen wildfire was forced into serving him in order to save his family and lands, I... chose that path to discover what I truly am.. I am not a child of the Valar or like Adastrea, I`m not an elf and the possibilities are quite few, but am still serching for an answer you see... all tough i havent done that for a while with these tests..."

Melachor placed his staff against the fireplace stone.

"So... should you kill me, if you think that when I served Sauron that made me evil then fine, but that means that you would have to kill Deawen...or haven`t you read what was writen of Deawen`s ancestor by your people? or at least the writer of those books? Quite a bad situation... second question... do you consider my tests evil or something horrible?"

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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!

I have read the books in the Archives, Melachor. Yet there are those who can be redeemed from their evil, and those who cannot. As for your tests, I think that they are for the prepared, not the woefully unprepared. A child from Rohan would be slain by a single orc, while it would take many to put even a scratch on me.

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

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After Sen stopped speaking Melachor smiled.

"Undoutably it would... but I am not a man who picks up fights really... I use my powers just to get over some things faster and killing is not my way as I have said before... you seem awfully cautious all the time.... tell me... is there anything you fear? And a more interesting question... do you fear that I will hurt you?"

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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!

Anything I fear? No, not even my own death. If the world came crashing down under the weight of Sauron's armies, and I was utterly surrounded, I would not fear them. I do not fear that you will hurt me; I fear that others may be hurt by your tests. I have lost, and I still seek to find, before all hope is lost...
*In that last sentence, Sen's eyes trailed to the north and to the east, to the land of Mordor.*

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

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Melachor hmphed mockingly.

"You are trying to carry the hole worlds worries on your shoulders? Well I happen to have a different way of seeing things... your quest is in vain, no offense, but it is not up to immortal creature`s...except for the istari... to look after middle earth... and I believe that neither good or evil will win this coming war... do you know why? Because they`ll just tear each others apart leaving the other bleeding and licking their wounds until the next war... balance will always stay and even if Sauron won there will be still many to rebel against him..."

Melachor shrugged.

"Don`t get my words wrong... but it is my opinion that the time of the elves and immortal beings is over as many elves have come to realise... well I have thought of trying to get on a ship, but I wouldn`t be permited I fear... question number 3... why the hole crusade against evil? You seem to be declaring that justice is YOUR hands and you decided what is what... No... it is not in your or my hands Sen... you are playing a hero that you aren`t... and I am just a crazed old fool who sits in the dark reading his books and experimenting..."

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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!

the woods were ever so slightly unnerving but Deawen walked on wards.

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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

This should explain the answer.
*Sen took off his breastplate, and his woven shirt. Turning around, Melachor saw three large gashes that looked as if they were burnt into his skin. As Sen turned back around, Melachor saw some sort of mark on his chest, in the shape of a bird spreading its wings. Sen put his shirt and armor back on, and spoke again.*
The balrog and orcs that did this to me were the same ones who destroyed the city we were just in. My city. For that, I will never forgive them, nor the pure evil that was in their hearts.

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

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(great...they are sharing battle scars! hey!.......)

"north ten miles...'' she whispered Deawen had travled only about five miles before stopping. she shivered as she thought of the old tales she used to hear about as a child, "i hope what are in the stories stay in the stories..." she whispered then she relised that Sen seemed to "walk" right out of the stories... "okay i hope i don't run into any one unwelcome"

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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

(OOC: Deawen, pay really close attention, not to the scars on his back, but the mark on his chest... )

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(i stand my ground!...i won't be persuaded other wise!...okay you win...wait hey (grrr....))

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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

"Well if you are going to revenge at them then why don`t you go hunt some balrogs in Moria for examle?"

Melachor smiled.

"Revenge is like a juicy apple when you get it, but too many fall in their stupid pride to a victim of the snake that waits in the branch of the tree.... Metaphoricly speaking..."

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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 continued on it was growing dark Deawen hastened she didn't want to be in the woods alone so she started to run she felt like something was foolowing her or was it her imagination? she didn't care she kept runnning as fast as she could something was definalty following her but she could not see it yet!

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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