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Subject: The Staff

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Anawiel

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Date Posted: 17:48:21 05/22/02 Wed

Her mother had somehow escaped and was now standing before Anawiel. The rock fire that had burned steadily before, had small jets of green fire spurting from the the outer rim.

"What are you doing here?" Anawiel's voice quavered, partly through shock yet also through fear, "You shouldn't be here."

Melmonu threw her head back and laughed. It was an evil high laugh - like artic wind and it froze the younger witch at that moment.

"Yes, my dear," Melmonu began with a sardonic tone, "but you shouldn't be here either." A knowing smile marked with a sarcastic quirk passed across the woman's face. Her daughter was clever, but still carried with her part of her youth's naivety.

"I have every right in Middle-Earth to be here!" Anawiel's paitience was wearing thin and she almost shouted the words.

"You should be dead, Anawiel! You should've been dead long ago and you know that! You cannot live a life that is not rightfully yours! You will be too weak when He comes and He wil take you like He did before! Can't you see that?" Melmonu's eyes became a liquid silver colour and fire seemed to flare in the pupils. She spat the words out at Anawiel.

A white snakewood staff lay near the foot of a tree. The orbe was glowing. Melmonu's staff often revealed her thoughts, as it did now. It caught Anawiel's eye. The globe glowed brighter with every word Melmonu spoke. Getting hotter, until it boiled like the centre of a star and hotter still. A small smile hinted at Anawiel's thin lips.

"Are you finished?" she asked Melmonu. Without waiting for an answer she raised her left hand and willed the staff towards her. Her right hand clenched itself into a fist

"Amin hiraetha. " She whispered. Then her voice rose almost to a screaming.
"N'tess uuvanimo y lietha guldur!"

Shards of glowing crystel spun into the air and a wave of energy rocked her. Anawiel saw it, like the downrush of some great explosion, as part of her witch heritage. It was like a sixth sense and it washed over her, leaving her teeth with a hard metallic feeling. The Power blew her hair back and it streamed behind her like a banner in the wind.

And it was over. As quickly as it had started the sensation was over. The staff and fire were gone. Ash littered the clearing and Melmonu had vanished.

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