(life on the desk is all i hear about!)

Deawen took a deep breath "if you wish to train me then yes.."

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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 had a cunning smile.

"If I wish to train you?! No dear Deawen it`s all about, if YOU wish me to train you...but sure... come along then.."

Melachor lead her out of the library to the training room with weapons on the walls and looked at her suddenly with a question coming out.

"What do you think you are able to learn??"

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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!

Leofwyn was still hungry. She stared at Deawen's food. What a shame for it to get cold. Why waste such an ambrosial feast. After much debated, she pulled a sliver of meat of the slab and ate it. The rest followed quickly. She had eaten very little since she was captured, making her appetite insatiable. She sat back from the empty platter and groaned. That was really good, she thought to herself. I'm gonna be in big trouble if she comes back now. Leofwyn gathered the trays and took them back to the kitchen. she slid them through the slot of the door, waiting to see if Alric would open the door. When he did not, she turned to leave. She looked over her shoulder, but only saw the grotesque carvings of the door. She went back to her small cot to sleep of her feast.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Adastrea moved out of the sitting room she was in quietly. She wandered around the tower, having nothing better to do. If it was going to be like this for the rest of her and melachor's life, she was not very thrilled about it. She found the library deserted, so she walked in and looked through the books he had on the shelves. She wondered if he had any that were abou the Valar. She found one and pulled it out. She pulled out another book about someone she had never heard of just incase he returned. She opened one and placed it on her lap when she sat down on a chair, the opened the one about the Valar and began reading it. She read about her parents and about the others of Valinor. A smile touched the edges of her mouth as memories of home flowed through her mind.

((whoa man..I need to keep up))

Elenanna looked up as Leofwyn came back into the room, and raised an eyebrow.

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(Thankyou)
Morwen raised her head as she sensed Elenanna walk in. She had a look on her face. Slightly embarassed, she rolled off of the cot and brushed herself off. Oh, no, not in front of an elf! she thought fiercly to herself.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Elenanna shook her head slightly, and said, "You don't need to do that..."

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Estel sighed. She watched her move about.
“I can get you out of here.â€

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<p><i>The only thing we have to fear is fear itself</i>
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Come armed
or prepare to die
there is no other
end to this road.
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Adastrea looked up from her book, "Melachor has offered me freedom, I have refused. If I were to escape, you would be killed and I would be used against me people. I am staying on my own free will, because I know that now is not the time to escape."

"i can learn any thing that you want me too learn,any thing you teach me i will remember."Deawen yawned she moved about the room getting used to the enviroment.

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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 bursted into a manical laughter.

"So sure of yourself as always! There are things in this world far beoynd your and my understanding... but surely you must have tried your gift since you know about it?"

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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 laughed alittle "tried? I have already unleashed it a long time ago though i was stopped before i could do any more damage but no i have not explored my gift I mean for all i know i could do much much more that what i already know, and yes I'm sure of my self how do you think i learned to move myself from one place to another without being seen! I learned it from you i watch you do things and i try to copy it!"Deawen chuckled to her self after 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

Melachor rolled his eye sighing and said something about an arrogant fool to himself, but then nodded.

"Lovely... but shall we begin? Every single skills is based on control for examle the most basic fire bolt or ball.."

Melachor raised his hands whispering few words and a fire came up on it, he made few circles with it and then threw it at Deawen in a form of a big fireball.

"Catch!"

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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 caught the ball of fire with both hands with a clap the fire was gone. "I'm past that Melachor..."

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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

"Sure you are, but I spoke of basic spells..."

Melachor chanted few words and raised a ring of fire around him that moved along with him.

"Now... we will see how you can resist the fire when another powerful as you is controlling it shall we?"

Melachor approache her with a smile on his face, the ring of fire wouldn`t be going away unless he casy it away or Deawen would somehow miracolously stronger than him.

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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!

(fight fire with fire...)
Deawen watched him carefully as he moved towards her she had no expression no sign of anything he moved closer. Deawen stood still then the fire touched her she remained still the ring surrounded her then with a sudden movement Deawen moved her hand the fire rose up and was around her then she moved her hands outward the fire was gone then she moved them together the fire reappeared in a stream of fire heading towards Melachor it was powerful and could be deadly.

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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