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The Arcane Order |
| From his perch in the old oak he could
clearly make out the door of the tower glinting in the light of the twin
moons. Dressed in dark green hunting clothes he stayed nearly invisible
among the leaves of the tree. In one had he held a bow, the bow of his
murdered brother Vara. In the other hand an arrow was standing ready.
The door to the tower creaked open and instantly the arrow was notched and ready. He could see the silver hair of his enemy glow in the moons light and the hatred for this elf welled up inside of him. He drew back the bowstring and took aim at his throat. Another figure stepped outside of the tower behind the first. It was a woman, and he knew that she was the one thing that his enemy cared about in the whole world besides himself. He stayed his bow for a moment and watched as the figured paused outside the door and embraced. A voice in his head rose up, telling him to release the string of his bow and be finished with the business. From the pair in front of the tower came soft, melodious laughter as they embraced and turned to move off into the woods. He could not find within him the will to let the arrow fly. He closed his eyes and felt a tear streak down his cheek to get lost within the down of his beard. The tight bowstring cut painfully into his fingers. As the laughter faded into the woods his fingers finally lost there strength and the arrow flew. It struck the stone of the tower with a crack, chipping away small shards of rock and snapping the arrow in half. He sighed softly to himself and climbed down from his perch. He left the chips of stone and arrow lying behind under the sign of 'House Evensky'. With one last glance at the door he turned and vanished into the woods. |
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Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead