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Subject: It's back and this time it's in blueeeeeeeeeee!

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Date Posted: 21:57:38 09/19/02 Thu

Tiredness swam through the elf's head and for a while Aryante lay dizzy. Everytime she closed her eyes a movie seemed to play inside her head. A horrible, stomach churning screen of images that provided no ounce of comfort to her.

Another casualty, Aryante had been called once again to the aid of a brave soldier of Gondor. The men, not as strong as the former race of elves were struggling to stand against Sauron's army.

Her eyes snapped open. This was the pain to come, and she knew it, deep down. Though the city was calm, Aryante felt on edge. The people had not been told of the coming war. Drifting slowly back to slumber the movie began to play the taunting dream.

The wounded were drowning her and the Healing Houses, Aryante could not cope with the men who were coming in, limbless and helpless. Yet she knew more would arrive soon, covered in the blood of both their enemies and comrades. Soon she began to slow, to stop. Aryante found herself slumped, dead around the dying, helpless among those she should help. Falling further away from the light. Aryante had taken a splinter of morgul blade to her thumb...

She awoke again, cold and sweating. She would not sleep again this night. Aryante made her way to her desk where she began to draw the thigns that pleased her, only they were different. The picture was etched in her mind now, flowers among graves, sunlight over the mounds raised for lost leaders, the wake of the storm.

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