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Subject: Heaven? Author: Anawiel [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:02:29 04/10/02 Wed Cool water was gently lapping around her and gentle sunlight blinked overheaded through rich green leaves. Anawiel could barely remember where she was, what she had been doing, even who she was. She must be dead, in heaven, if such place other than the Undying Lands exisited. She rolled onto her back to see she was in a river and a large one at that. The Anduin. Struggling, Anawiel pulled herself over a muddy bank and tried to sit up. Something rippled through her nerves, a short stab of pain from her gut. Inspecting her stomach, Anawiel saw a large shard of black metal like an arrow tip or a sword. Like the riders had. Rememberence flooed into her like an icy tidal wave. The riders had overtaken her. Gasping for breath with every slight movement, Anawiel forced herself up, stifling a scream of agony. Her saddlebag lay near a smal clump of yellow flowers, but she found herslf unable to hoist it onto her shoulder. Her horse had long since gone and to Anawiel's horror, Qoille lay in two pieces nearby. Biting hard down on her lower lip she grabbed at the worn leather strap of her bag and began to walk purposfully towards Minas Tirith. Or at least as well as any human could with a sword stuck in their stomach. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]