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Subject: Nightmare (finally)


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Harion
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Date Posted: 20:16:36 09/04/02 Wed

They were coming.
The warning calls of birds, soaring out of their forest nests to shriek at the invaders was enough warning. The dreaded sound of running footsteps. Heavy hobnailed boots
and clanging chainmail could be heard as they approached closer and closer.

Panic.
The family, gathering up the few belongings available, fleeing to the hidden shelter.
Harion was running, gathering up Seema whose podgy little legs could not move as fast. Crouching in the darkness, the family waited. Raids were becoming too frequent now, Taking everything and burning the remains. The orcs cared for no one.

His motherís face. Anger etched in every groove. Helplessness.
Sit back and watch whilst the orcs destroy the farm.
Again.
This time was different. She wouldnít stay. She argued, pleaded, shouted, and finally broke free of her husbands restraining arms and ran back towards the house and out of
sight.

Harion glanced at Lirna, who was cradling little Seema, rocking gently to and fro. Lirnaís eyes were large and moist. Only a year younger, she also knew the risks of facing the raiders.

He could hear his motherís voice. Shouting far, far away. The words indistinguishable, yet frustration and anger obvious.
Then came the scream.
A long, shrill, scream. Filled with pain and fear.
The scream that would haunt him for many years to come.
The scream that would always remain in his memory.

Silence.

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