He shook his head.
"Not Balor, Melachor. What does he want with you? That is what I do not understand. He keeps trying to "prepare" you for this fight, but why?"

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She hesitated. "Melachor started out just wanting information, then he wanted to teach me to fight and kill. He trained me to become an assassin, but I turned from those ways, much to his disappointment. He thinks I am weak when I could be so much stronger..." Adastrea looked at Thinren, afraid as to what his reaction might be. She had not wanted to tell him wha she once was, not wanting to upset him and drive him away.

"An assassin? You mean you worked for him?"
He was coming cleaer to Thinren but he felt he had only scratched the surface of Adestrea's past.

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Cora crept towards the ranger in silence, taking note of the proximity of his blade against Deawen's neck. She raised her sword and placed the point at the back of his neck. "Harm her and it shall be the last thing you do..."

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"And should you harm him it shall be your last thing..."

Jardius said as he placed his sword her the strangers throat from behind, he heard some noises as he had returned to his own quiet place and seen them coming.

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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!

Cora froze, taking in her situation. She recognized the voice easily enough. "Jardius... I am only trying to save the lady... he was tracking us for no apparent reason. Wouldn't you find that strange?" She turned her head slightly to look at him, but still kept her blade on the ranger in front of her.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"Perhaps because Thinren is worried for Adastrea`s security and has a reason to be suspicious..."

Jardius suddenly smiled.

"And Deawen..."

Jardius spoke with Melachors voice.

"so nice to see you again..."

Suddenly he snapped out of it, he cursed for letting Melachor control that moment, but couldn`t hep it.

"So now let us all put our swords away shall we?"

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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!

"You and the ranger first..." Cora spoke, slightly suspicious at his strange change of voice. As the ranger obeyed, Cora awaited the removal of Jardius' sword.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

All tough Jardius didn`t know the ranger he nodded at him, they lowered their swords, but kept them at hand just in case this was a trap to use their honesty as a weakness.

"Now 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!

Cora sheathed her sword and smiled. "I am surprised you do not recognized me, Jardius. I once came to your library a good while back, in search of text concerning a certain gem... but let's not get into that, and please forgive me for taking the documents... I couldn't afford to have anyone come and research it at the time" She bowed and introduced herself, "I am Coraliaera, but please call me Cora..."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Adastrea nodded slightly, biting her bottom lip, "Melachor ruined my life as he has Neracelc's. He found it interesting that I survived two years of torture when no barely survives a few days. I would find someone to talk to in the cell, but they would be carried out and fed to the beasts of the the nazgul before the next week." She closed her eyes as memories came back.

Thinren sympathised greatly and leant toward her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"Well it's over now. You need not fear the creatures of shadow."
He smiled and then noticed something out of the corner of his eye, a glimer of metal. He glanced over to where it was then shook his head dismising it.

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She felt his arms around her and leaned her head gently against his shoulder. She closed her eyes again, letting herself relax in his arms. When she felt his head shake, she looked up, "What is it?"

He looked down at her and raised a brow.
"Oh nothing... Well I thought I saw something, Over there"
He pointed over in the direction of the glimer. A fair distance away and many trees blocking the view.
"I thought i saw a glimmer of a sword."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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She sat up and looked through the trees, but saw nothing. She shifted uncomfortably, hoping it was nothing of danger, she just needed a little while to rest, gather up her strength.

He noticed her movements and smiled.
"Come on, I'll take you back to your room. You can get some sleep. I don't think you've had some in a long while."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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