Madjael -- The Quest Continues...

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Subject: Madjael

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Anawiel

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Date Posted: 19:26:39 05/13/02 Mon

Anawiel stood in the west of the arena at the back. She had been watching the various warriors in the lone stand, taking in their faces cafefully as if she wished to know them as she knew herself.
But how well she knew herself - she was unsure.
Most of the warriors seemed drunk, laughing pointing at maidens as they past a whistling and making vulgar comments causing many shouts of laughter. Anawiel was glad she did not have to walk there. Not that they would've taken much notice of her.
Few seemed to be genuinley interested in the fight. They were all gossiping about the circumstances that had led to it, swapping extravagant rumour with even more extravagant rumour. Pathetic.
One face seemed to stand out. That of a man called Madjael. She had seen him before, not in Minas Tirith. Not anywhere to before to be exact - but in her mind. In what Melmonu called 'a vision quest'. Basically when a witch went looking for trouble. Anawiel hated them.
But still Madjael stood out. He was handsome, yes, all the men of Middle - Earth were, but he shone. He radiated light. In the vision quest she had seen hurt and pain. A sorrow like a wound that refused to heal.
'He is in love.' Anawiel's mind whispered to her. 'But one that will never be. One that will devour him.' She swallowed painfully as a lump had formed in the base of her throat. Anawiel grabbed at a tankard of mead from a tray in front of her, drowning her sorrows or something similar.
Across the ground a pair of eyes met hers. Was it accident or purpose? - Anawiel could not guess. Dark eyes bore into her skull.
Melmonu.

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