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Brooke, Omiril ,and Whitemoon

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Date Posted: 21:23:27 07/10/02 Wed

" So why did you kidnap me?" asked the boy.
Brooke had been listening to this same question
for the last hour and it was starting to get to her.
Whitemoon was not helping by silently laughing everytime the boy asked the question. " I told you already to cause trouble now can you just be quiet before i lose my temper."

The boy stopped talking for half a minute before
he asked; " Are you a feairy?" " No i am not..."
she stopped talking when someone walked out from the
darkness. It was the witch she had seen before.
She watched as the witch simply walked into the small
camp sat down, took her pipe out and started smoking.

" You have a windwalker. My mother liked them. So," She leaned forward,"Why did you take the boy?"

Brooke looked at the witch for a minute. " I have been answering that question for an hour and i am not about to answer it again. You want the kid you can take him. I have no patience for children." She heard whitemoon make a sound that sounded a lot like trying to diguise a laugh with a cough. She glared at him and he suddenly became very interested in the tree behind him.
She returned her gaze towards the witch.
" What are you doing here anyway? Did you already make your decision on what you want from me? or are you just here to annoy me?"
Before the witch could answer another person stepped out from the shadows. She had green eyes and srtangely enough her long hair was green her ears resembled those of an elf exept that they were longer and her clothes were similiar to those of brooke exept that they were a yellow-green color. A sword hung at her side.

" So you found us," said whitemoon.
" Indeed i have and it has not been an easy task i assure you. Now that i have found you i wish to talk to brooke about leaving middle-earth and joining her dragon kindred in their land." the nymph said. She turned to anawiel
" Pardon my rudeness i did not give my name. I am omiril one of the last nymphs left in middle-earth. I was given the task of finding the young feairalev and her guardian and mostly convincing her of leaving to her cousins land. And you are?"

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