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Challenge #10: Hatreds turn...
Thirteen years, thirteen gruelling years it had been, thirteen years of hunting, fighting, killing, dying, eating and being eaten and now the hunt was over. She took the dagger from her belt and placed it on the elf male?s chest. Knowing that it could end it all, knowing that even if she would suffer the harshest of punishments for this, she had made a 'difference'. By the gods, the man looked pathetic, lying on the floor, disrobed, unconscious and barely breathing. But then, the visions that she had left into the past, came back to haunt her mind, again. Fighting all the instincts she had, her face turned to rage and she raised the dagger to strike.
"So this is where we have come." She said. Then the swing came, and it was quick. After which she just placed the bloodstained dagger back to her belt, and went to put her clothes on. The lust for revenge was gone, a smear of blood later. After all, Branwen knew; alive, Markaan would be off her, now conceived baby girls father, and he would never know it, until... she herself would be dead, and the girl would come... to looking for him. It was the will of the Tempus, her long lost god. Her once forsaken powers were back, the god was now with her. She just left Markaan sleeping in his bed with a little cut under his chin, and toke off.
Edited by Jarno Mikkola, 29 February 2008 - 02:30 AM.
