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The Eagles. Desperado. |
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Huor's body shot up, and screaming, his hands flew to his eye trying to save it. He felt no arrow coming from it. In fact, he felt no pain, at all. He distinctly remembered turning and seeing that arrow, too late to do anything about it. Had someone healed him? Was he dreaming the beautiful landscape around him? He knew for sure that none of the landmarks he saw were familiar.
After sitting in one place for quite some time, Huor pulled himself to his feet, brushing loose grass from the golden locks of the House of Hador, and scratching his head, he then looked down, raising an eyebrow, “and I do remember being clothed.”
Slightly embarrassed, and at a loss of what to do, he walked a ways, then returned to sitting in the grass. Yes, it was night, but the moon was quite bright, and there were few view obstructing objects near. He laughed to himself, “I suddenly find myself alive, and all I can think about is not being seen?” So he sprang back to his feet, and with a child-like aura about him, he began to sprint, shouting of his return, not wanting to understand it, just celebrating it.
Then he stopped.
“I’ve brought a cloak for you…” a woman’s voice rang. “It’s a bit chilly out here at night.”
Returning to a more subdued, not to mention, embarrassed, position, Huor rubbed his face, and gladly took the offered cloak. “I was expected?”
“Of course you were.” She smiled, “The lights will lead you into the city. You will find shelter to your liking, I’m sure.” The woman turned and walked into the darkness.
“Wait, who are you…” He finished his sentence realizing she’d disappeared. Sighing heavily, he pulled he cloak tightly around himself and followed the lights into the city.
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