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Plaxica 11/85
Free. Free was his movement as he soared on the winds above the castle. The castle where death had nearly reached him. He had regained control of his movements, yet deep inside he knew that should he try to go back to help his friends, the spirit inside would not let him. It seemed that his conscience could not be helped. His owl eyes looked at the castle distant below with a certain fear and regret.
Probably those he had travelled with were going to die.
Plaxica felt an emptyness in his heart. He knew not what purpose he had in this life anymore. Andrion and his companion Nanashi had proven to be too great a force.
Larry's mission was most likely going to fail, whatever it was. - the wereowl thought to himself.
And himself? He could only hang his head in shame and say that he had left his friends in their time of greatest need. In the turmoil of thoughts inside his head one suddenly surfaced, shining clear in his mind and he knew that it was the spirit inside him which sent it.
OOC: pm Cyril.
[ 02-07-2005, 09:26 AM: Message edited by: dplax ]
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