*Sen smiled coldly, and the Easterling drew back. There was a look on Sen's face that didn't bode well for him.*
One last question. Who controls you?
*The last three words were spoken slowly, as Sen stared down the Easterling.*

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

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(great staring contests! )

"Sauron..." he answered slowly (DUH! )

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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

(I know that. I was just seeing if there was anyone above him that would... miss his presence...)
I see. well, what happens now, I think you are wondering?
*Sen drew a sharp dagger, and suddenly sliced his own hand, and pressed it to the Easterling's forehead. The Easterling's eyes rolled back, and he slumped to the floor. Sen whispered something, and took his hand off. The small wound was already closing, and there wasn't a drop of blood on the Easterling's forehead. Sen went out to the guards, and told them to watch for when he wakes up, before slipping off into the shadows once more...*

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( wasn't expecting that)

Deawen was still limp but now ice cold Eston was panicking Deawen was getting worse he tried to give her water but she coughed and hissed causing the water to spill on her she made a silent scream then she started to cough again red burns appreared on her skin were the water splashed.

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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 slipped through the shaddows, and finally made it back to Deawen's house. He saw her lying on a couch, Eston bending over her.*
What is wrong? What happened to Deawen?

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Eston was too mind boggled to be surprised "i don't know she rescued Lord Adrod then she came back here I found her on the floor she looks sick I know she gets this way when she uses her...gift i tried to give her water, but she made a fuss about it. she's not talking..." Eston explained he move away

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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 strode quickly over to where Deawen was laying. AHe Looked her over for a moment, before placing one hand lightly on her stomach, and one on her chest. Fiery light surrounded them, and Sen bent over and gingerly placed his lips on Deawen's forehead. Warmth began to flow through her cold body...*

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a warmth filled her body she gasped at the sudden change Deawen opened her eyes slightly she whispered alittle mainly in rohirric Deawen still felt drained of life she shut her eyes when she saw Sen she didn't like being helpless around him or any one.

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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

*To Sen, she still seemed very drained, though alive. Ah well, time for more drastic measures. The heat began to build, until it was searingly hot. Sen didn't want to hurt her; he was very careful to only use a small peace of his power...*

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(Deawen cannot be hurt by heat or fire)

Deawen stirred again she pulled away abit she clenched her fists a weak glow sprouted "look out she gets Dangerose when she does that!" Eston warned. Deawen's hair glowed even more coppery.

Deawen's mind raced as she tried to fight off the suddenly peaceful feeling, she was completely drained with no strength to fight. she went limp again she felt no reason to fight it she didn't feel cold or warm she felt nothing. she saw nothing only darkness...

Deawen stopped moving and breathing the fire died her hair went dull...
Eston stood in horror he stared not beliveing what he saw Deawen was dying.

(not caused by Sen's power! she pushed her self too hard!)

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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 let go suddenly. She had pushed herself too hard; and now he must do what he hated doing. He sat down, closed his eyes, and went limp. He woke up in a black nothingness, though light radiated off the floor. A clacking noise was heard, and Sen spoke without turning.*
You know why I am here.
*Death put his hand on Sen's shoulder, and spoke in a deep, ancient voice.*
I know. I haven't had the pleasure of dueling with you for quite some time, Sen of the Phoenix. Shall we?
*Sen drew his two black swords, given to him by Death himself, and said.*
We shall.
*The duel began to the ringing sound of scythe striking sword...*

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Deawen was surrounded by pitch black darkness she knew not what had happened to her which everway she turned darkness greeted her. Deawen was afraid she stood still waiting for something to happen...
"my little Dea..." came a voice it was soft and soothing Deawen looked around but saw no one "who are you?" she asked suddenly her father appeared in front of her Deawen stood dumbstrucked her father smiled "my little Deawen why are you here you should not be here..." the voice was fading away and so was he Deawen stepped forward "no please don't leave!" she cried but he was gone Deawen was alone again.

Deawen heard a ringing sound like the clash between swords she followed it not caring if whoever she met was friendly...

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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 Drew Death to a stalemate.*
You've been practicing, I see.
*Death said to him, and Sen smiled. They broke, and Sen, in a lightning fast stroke, Swung around, and stopped his sword a millimeter from Death's neck. Death, his face unsmiling, yet with a trace of mirth in his voice, said.*
You have bested me yet again, my friend. Her soul is yours; as a matter of fact, there it is.
*Death pointed over to where Deawen was walking towards them.*

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Adastrea walked through the woods, she heard whispering and someone walking towards her. She quickened her pace, she needed to get her sword and fast. She thought of Balor, did he already send men out after her? How would they know she was there. She saw a shadow move out of the corner of her eye. She stopped dead in her tracks and listened to the sounds. They were all around her, she was surrounded and unarmed. She bit her lip slightly, wondering why she left Thinren. They appraoched her slowly, all were men garbed in black. They drew their sword and grinned, she looked around for something, anything, but there wasn't even a stick around.

One swung at her and she ducked, then another and another. She winced slightly as a memory returned to her of her first day of training when she was with Melachor. She listened more than watched, her eyes could only see what was in front ofher, her ears could tell her what was going on all around. She ducked another attack, trying to position herself just right with each one to attempt to somehow steal his sword. She felt a sharp pain in her arm as someone stabbed her with a knife. She cried out slightly and brought him down with the sword. With that man down their was just enough gap to run and that is what she did. She looked back to see a familiar face and she turned away and continued running. She reached her horse and mounted and rode off.

She rode for a time, found the area where she had been caught not long ago by Neracelc and picked up her sword. She quickly mounted and headed home. The image of Balor's face still in her mind. He was there and he had seen her. She held her arm, it was bleeding badly, but she forced herself to resist the urge to faint as she neared Minas Tirith once again.

Thiren decided to go after her, make sure she was ok. He grabbed his sword and went out with very little provisions and armour, just a simple leather vest was his only armour.
He rode out to the place where he first met he. On his way he found a bloodied knief on the floor and a few spaters of blood here and there. A fight had just been here. He dismounted and picked the knief up and examined it. The blade was barbed and black, truely an agent of evil had used this. His mind went to Adastrea. Where was she, was this her blood?
Just then as he was knelt on the ground a man approached weilding a long dark sword with barbs at the base.
Thinren rose to his feet and reached for his own sword.
"Who are you?"
"Oh nobody, just a friend of a friend of yours."
He grinned, an evil grin Thinren could tell his true feelings.
"Your...your Balor!"
Thinren drew his sword and pointed it at the dark figure.
"Yes i am, now then you either lead me to her or i will kill you where you stand."
Thinren looked to his horse which was half way between him and Balor. It was his only chance to escape. He threw a dagger at Balor and ran to his horse. Balor ducked and threw his own at the horse's neck. It dropped dead by the time Thinren reached it.
Balor tuted.
"Now where do you think you're going?"
Thinren glanced side to side, sweat dripping from his face, he knew he couldn't beat this man in combat from what he had heard. He stood in a fighting pose and held his sword in both hands.
"I guess your going to have to kill me, for i will not lead you to her."
Balor shook his head and matched Thinren's pose.
"Very well."
At the moment when in any other fight the 2 would charge. Thinren threw another dagger and ran to his left, breathing heavily.
He did not stop to see his opponent, who blocked the attack and merly watched him go.
"Don't worry, i'll catch up with you very soon."
Thinren eventually tired and stopped and leaned with his back against a tree. He gasped and leaned his head out to check he wasn't followed. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the tree.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw Balor there! Stood in front of him with his sword pointing at his throat. He gulped.
"Drop that thing in your hand."
Thinren's sword fell to the ground.
"Now then you will lead me to her."
"Never!"
The sword was thrust into his shoulder with such force that it penetrated the tree behind. Thinren screamed out in pain and felt he was restricted by the blade.
"Now then..."
Balor leaned on the handle.
"...call to her or i will cause you much pain."
Thinren shook his head and more sweat dripped down from his forehead.
"Ok then play it your way."
Balor began to slowly twist the sword in the wound. Thinren screamed even louder in pain.
"Call to her"

((OOC: wow that's a long post ))

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Deawen came upon two beings one she did not reconise the other she knew. Deawen wanted to run to Sen but she stayed she did not know if he would vanish like her father she was afraid.

Deawen over heard she sank to the ground what was going on? she asked her self she could remember what happened before the darkness
she saved Adrod almost caught but escaped because she used her gift to seal a few door hinges then a gate then she had to use it in self defense it drained herslef of strength she got home safely but collasped later... Eston tried to give her water that was disasterous then she was out she felt warmth then nothing and then she was here.

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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