HannahAlmare

Fear struck Need to protect Find it Find the threat The threat of terror and fire. Kill it, kill it Before it kills! All alone Sword in hand Shield at arm Fails to protect Falling Pain and fire Burning Failing Pain subsiding Fading All fading Into darkness The blue sky Darkness The green grass Darkness The red fire Darkness Fear Nothing

Please read the author's note first! It gives the needed explanation! 2. The War Two years later war broke out. Or at least it was planned. I was only twelve, but I knew. The grownups whispering when we weren't listening, mother forbidding my trips to the forest. I leave when she is busy. I go to the place me and Scáth arranged yesterday. He doesn't mention the conflict. “I know what is happening,” I say. “You don't have to hide anything.” “We are now on two sides of a war,” he answers. “We shouldn't even be meeting.” “I don't care,” I shrug. “There is one possibilit

The White Lady stood in her chamber. The elf guardian told her they were overwhelmed. Even the Noldor elves who came with Fëanor's sons that stood against their lords to defend their kin did not make any difference. Many of them were slaughtered by their own companions. As were their own people. - My sons? - she asked, her voice trembling. - They were in the eastern tower. - said the elf, regretting having to tell the lady about it. She looked shaken. - Then they are lost... - she whispered. She touched the shining Silmaril upon her neck. The elf heard cries for help. He run out of the room and headed for the stairs. The lady watched

I ran through the undergrowth. I was hot, the sweat flowing freely from my body, soaking my camouflage uniform. The gun was heavy in my hands. I was breathing fast, but kept running. My life depended on it. I wish I could stop and let it end, but had to go on. Had to go on. Get them away from the others. My hair was coming loose from the bun I always had it tied in. I swept it out of my face and once again regretted not cutting it before. Suddenly, there was a movement ahead of me. An enemy soldier! I stopped and shot him without hesitation. He fell back. But there were more! I realised my mistake. I was now surrounded. I gripped my gun tigh

One day, I learnt fear. One day, I learnt hope. One day, I learnt sadness. One day, I learnt grief. Soon, I'll learn peace. Soon, I'll learn calm. Soon, I'll learn patience. One day soon, I'll be there.