Arue strung into his hut. It was in flames. Panic numbed his mind.
No!
He rushed in, he found his sister, leaning limp over a charred book.
"Ytri!"
He found his sister's burnt corpse, threw it over his shoulder and whisked out of his former hut. Arue hastily let himself down from the treetops onto the littered ground. He gently lay his sister on some Yui Pods.
Her skin was burnt black, on her chest was a black gash. The surrounding skin of the bleeding mark was dark purple. She had been poisoned.
Arue examind her arms, there seemed to be... There it was: the mark of the Dydakon Tribe: The Violet Sickle, was gashed into her upper right arm. They had done this vile act.
Arue bent over and wept on his sisters shoulders... No tears came, but the old wounds of his soul opened, and after minutes of sad confusion, he fainted.
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-Shadestorm
Proud Member of Lunarshade Inc.
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Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someones neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing.
Last edited by Shadestorm; 01-26-2003 at 12:31 PM..
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