"I can live with pain and harsh words if you have not noticed" She said as she attacked him again. "I am not saying I have no feelings, but I am not the type to seek revenge."

Melachor smiled wickedly after dodging the attacks.

"Not even the killer of your parents?"

Melachr waited for a new attack series.

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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!

She stopped and stepped back. The thought of her parents weighed on her shoulders. "Are you trying to get me angry enough so I will kill someone? You know what hits me hard and you have been using those things since we started this..."

"Not really..."

Melachor eased the fight and let his staff go down as it was before the fight, he now leaned on it with a smile.

"You just seem so convinced in black & white, good & evil... well not perhaps that strictly... but for me... I see only those who seek happiness in the dark corners of the world and those who found it in the light..."

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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!

She was silent for a time then looked up, "I know that if I learned to fight I could have a better chance at getting out. But that would mean I have to kill. I escaped from Melkor once and I lived, I did not kill anyone, but that was long ago. Things are made a lot better now. I do not know why you are so eager to teach me how to use a sword, but I am warning you, it may be in vain."

"We will see..."

Melachor smiled and left the room without another word leaving Adastrea there, it was getting late and melachor had other things to do. He waked upstairs to his bed room and sat on his bed waiting for something...

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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!

Adastrea watched him walk out, she sighed slightly and put the sword away, then walked out of the practice room. She went to the main sitting room where she had been the night before. She sat on the floor by the fireplace silently, his words ringing in her head.

'We shall see' She stared into the fire, she was not going to kill or hurt anyone, she refused to let Mordor change her way of life. She hesitated, was that possible?

She thought back to what she told him, he knew she was old enough to be held prisoner by Melkor. She had given him more information without meaning to. If she said anymore to him he would figure it out, if he had not already. She picked up the pendent around her neckand looked at it. It was the necklace of Varda, the stone shone like the starry night sky on fire as it reflected the bright flames before her.

A man servant entered Melachor`s room and Melachor smiled.

"You are here... good and now it`s time to earn your freedom... here take this and kill that elf downstairs when I give you a sign..."

The man nodded anxiously taking a short sword, the man wanted to get out, but had no idea of the fate that awaited for him. Melachor exited the room quitely with another elven sword and saw Adastrea sitting by the fireplace.

There will be one thing less to envy about you dear Adastrea...

He concentrated and began to levitate the sword across the room silently, it landed next to Adastrea without leaving a sound and Melachor smiled, he looked upstairs and nodded at the servant who came down with the sword revealed. The man came down and made a sound enough to catch anyone`s attention as the stairs left a sound, which Melachor had actually made. The man came down and walked towards Adastrea with his sword ready to strike.

Either way the man will die, but only the other option can make Adastrea lose her innocence...hah... poor...poor... innocent...fool....

Melachor smiled in the shadows waiting blood to be spilled tonight.

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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!

Adastrea heard the sound at the stairs and looked back, guessing it was Melachor. What she saw instead was a man coming towards her with a sword. She didn't even know there were any others in the tower. She crawled away slightly, a sharp pain was felt in her hand and she looked down to see a sword laying right next to her. That was not there before. She hesitated and picked up the sword with her now bloody hand and stood up. She faced the man as he swung at her and she moved out of the way. She hoped she could just block and jump away from every attack he sent on her until he was tired.

Melachor of course had his word to say about this game and he magically contolled the man, well at least that he didn`t quit easily or wouldn`t surrender ever until his body had no strength anymore, but before that MElachor could use a such called "desperate" measure...

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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!

She was beginning to panic, this man did not seem to tire. She continued fending off his blows. She had been sliced a few times. Before it was just pain while fighting Melachor, this time it was blood. She was going to have touse thesword against her will. She hesitated and swung it towards his arm, the one holding the sword.

Melachor smiled and froze the man still, but at the same time added a small kick in her arm powers so that the man was soon lying on the floor bleeding dry without a hand. Melachor walked out of the shadows smiling as the man bleeded dry there on the floor, he clappef his hands.

"Well...we saw and so it seems that you have killed this man... he loses blood quite quickly and there is really now way to fix that in time... well... I guess you killed a loving, breathing and real person Adastrea... where`s you innocence now?"

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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!

Adastrea looked in horror at the man on the floor. She used only enough force to cut his arm, but it was like someone or something grabbed her wrist and forced the sword down to cut off his hand. She backed away dropping the sword. She then glared at Melachor and turned away. She felt light headed and sat down before she passed out.

Melachor shrugged with a smile on his face and sat in the chair beginning to burn his pipe after levitating Adastrea to the other chair and tying her up in case she would appear...

Violent..

He looked at her and continued the night looking at the fire as he burned his pipe, he would be there again when she would be awake.

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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!

Adastrea woke up after a time only tofind she was in a chair tied up. She struggled against the ropes and looked at Melachor. "Why did you tie me up?" The ropes were tight and rubbed against the wounds she received from the fight not long ago.

"I was afraid you would wake up... slightly... dangerous... but I think you can`t really hurt me now..."

He opened the ropes and sat back.

"So... how does it feel? To kill a person? Do you hate 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!