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Subject: Power

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Aralias

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Date Posted: 21:19:43 07/21/02 Sun

He strolled through the palace for a while; moving in the direction of the library but with no real purpose of movement. It was not the first visit to Minas Tirith for the tall elf so he had a vague idea of the libray's location and had he any real desire to browse its contents his feet would've found there towards the dusty room long ago.

"Are you lost sir?"
Aralias gazed with a well concealed look of distain at the small servant approuching him. "I'm fine; so kind of you to ask." He smiled warmly before moving past the little man and turning his steps towards the throne room.

�They�re still people! How many times have you spoken to a human in your life? They have thoughts and feelings just like us. And maybe you could kill them, but I can�t.�

She was denying a part of herself that would emerge sooner or later. He smiled ironically to himself; how little she thought of her own brother. She claimed to have changed but that was no longer even possible. My poor girl, her face appeared in his mind. If you turn away those who could help you how can you ever hope to change?

He felt the power surge before he felt its effect splash over his cheeks. She was finally doing something; it was about time. He quickened his pace and arrived in the upper gallery. Some of the young tree's branches dangled over the overly ornate rail that prevented the balcony's occupants from falling towards an untimly death. He moved smoothly over to them and laid his hand against the silky bark feeling the sense of her power beneath its surface. A bit dramatic perhaps, he thought critically but however dramatic it had obviously achieved its purpose. The king stood in the middle of the stock still an expression of horror upon his face. Aralias grinned, settled himself in one of the more comfortable chairs and waited for his sister to make her appearance.

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