Amzela quietly enter the land of the dead, seeking her way out of the horrid land. She stumbled across a dry bank and crashed down, to weak to see where she would go. She was to meet someone, but that would not happen. She hoped that someone would stumble upon her. She looked around dizzily, but nothing helped. She had not had a drink of water in the last couple of hours, and was frying up quickly. She tried to hang on for a little bit more, but nothing helped. She laid unconsious.

Langv quietly jogged through the land, looking for something more interesting than dead trees. Shkia glowed her black light as she neared a woman, sprawled out on the floor. "Looks like she's dead," she said, shaking her head.
'If that was true, she would not be breathing.'
'Good point.'
She took a flask of water out of her pocket and tried to pour it down the woman's throat. She waited for her to wake up.

Amzela snapped to attention. "What's going on!" She looked into the eyes of a woman pouring water over her. "Okay! I am awake!" she answered softly. "Where am I?" The background was purple and hazy. This couldn't be Arda. Were they some where else?

His alliance had done this, the whole land was just a wrecked carcasse of what it once was, the corpses where strewn all over. Their batterd skellotons were broken into fragments, there trees were old and dead, their coulors all faded. The ground its self also seemed in pain, it was grey and rotted, no living plant would ever grow here again. He looked out across the horizon there seemed to be nothing but two blurrs in the distance, he moved closer two people were there, this was very intresting, what were two people doing out this far out? he loaded his crossbow and crouched down behind the tree, he took aim and waited.

The woman was hallucinating. "What? We are still in Arda?" She looked around for help, but only saw a man with a crossbow. She waved, but quickly pulled back her hand, for she saw the man was about to fire an arrow. She pulled out her bow and a barbed arrow, and aimed at the man. She also put another arrow in her hand. That way, she could counter attack and defend. She glared at the man.

Amzela got up, but the pain wore her down and she sat down again. The young woman grew dizzy from staring at the swirling purple sky. She felt herself slipping away, away from Arda. But she felt Langv next to here. She was barely alive. Dizzy still, she scrambled and serched for her sword, if it was any help in any way to get rid of the man.

Both characters went for their weapons. Must it all end in violence he thought as he unleashed a single bolt towards them, he aimed it off target slightly as if it was a warning shot. he knew it was not going to end well as he was outnumbered and possibly they were also better equipped than he, but it might not end in a total fight just an argument of sought.

The lightning bolt knocked Amzela back down to her knees. She dropped her weapon and closed her eyes again, trying to sooth the pain. She gently picked up her weapon again and stood up. Amzela stumbled, but stepped in front of Langv. She raised her weapon and went charging at the man, who she reconized, but couldn't remember. She hoped that Langv wouldn't stop her from her attack.

Langv dove out of the way of the lightning bolt, but it hit the woman, who sank to her knees. Trying to help her up, she glared at the man. Langv reached back into her strap, took her bow, and notched an arrow. But as she pulled back the string, the woman ran out in front of her. Giving her a questioning look, she lowered the bow. She, realizing the woman was about to charge and commit a sucidal move, tried to grab her. Missing her shirt, she raised an barbed arrow, tied a string around it, and shot it at Amzela's legs. "What! Are you crazy?"

One of the figures crumpled at the hit, but they were soon up again and they looked enraged the person was charging right at him, but their friend seemed to be shooting at them, he knew he wouldn't have long. he quickly but away his bow and took out his sword and shield, he looked up and creped around there side waiting for the right moment to strike.

(A note on Amzela:
she says that you can god-mod her.)
Langv's arrow missed and Amzela kept on going. Searching for another arrow, she pricke her finger on a barb and it made her look up. It was no use, for the man already had put out his shield and took on a sword.
'Need help?'
'Yeah.'
'Sorry. no can do for the moment.'
She growled at her necklace in frustration and only watched in horor.