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Luinear looked around at the aftermath of the raid. She was standing in a circle of enemies. Her blade Celebnar was pressed to her forehead. The grins of the enemy sent shivers down her spine. She felt like screaming. Her hand was shaking uncontrollably.

“Give it up girl!” a drawling voice behind her whispered mockingly.

She turned around in a full circle only to face the soldiers again. The enemies of the White Tree, of Gondor. Hate was coursing through her blood like wildfire.

“Drop your sword and surrender to us… NOW!” he said again. Anger was in his voice and a menacing edge as well.

She knew no way of escape. With a deep sigh of defeat she sheathed her blade and turned to face the owner of the voice that made her submit. His stony face broke into a smile of evil delight. Then suddenly and without warning something hit her on the head. Stars burst before her eyes and eveything turned black.
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A figure ran through the forest. A girl with long black hair robed in white, her feet barely touching the ground. Her breath was heavy but she did not slow down. Dark things were after her. Evil things. Beings of shadow and darkness. The Gaur(werewolves) were on the move. Running after her. Ready to strike. She ran blindly with the moonlight as her only guide. She reached the edge of cliff and stopped abruptly. Turning around she looked up and in a whisper she pleaded:

“Help me!”

Everything turned into a swirl of colors and plunged into darkness.

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