From: mcspikgfm@dct.ac.uk
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject:  Mel dreams
Date: 7 Jan 93 16:58:01 GMT
Organization: Dundee Institute of Technology

         A screen of blackness, a void of desolation, nothing. No,
         something in the distance, something with a colour instead of the
         lack of colour all around. Walk forward, onwards towards the
         something in this universe of nothing. Maybe this was Death. If so
         she would see Drantha again and never again be seperated.

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         Two figures walk silently through a forest blooming with new life.
         The older elf hummed to himself whilst his younger sister stalked
         on ahead. With a wave of her hand he was silent and watched as she
         crept forward. The bow unlimbered and an arrow came to hand. The
         wild boar was rubbing up and down against a tree on the far side
         of the glade. The first arrow entered its shoulder, clipped a
         bone and shot through its neck pining it to the tree The second
         arrow followed quickly and silently ending its pain and the short
         squeal that had escaped its mouth.

         Another squeal erupted but from a very different mouth and at a
         much lower pitch. " Yes, got it. Told you I could do it".

         " Took you two arrows though. You'll have to improve if you want
         to go hunting anything but food. Mind you, it helps having that
         bow & quiver, means you'll never have to reach for an arrow. Wish
         I had a bow like that, it'd make my life a lot easier when I'm
         hunting".

         " You've got your rings and things, Dad gave this to me. Anyway,
         you don't need it, you've got your magic. You can with a twist of
         your hand. All you do is mumble a few words, flick your hands and
         things fall over dead".

         " Now Mel, you know it isn't that easy and anyway they arent dead
         just not in any position to fight back. If you'd stop missing your
         study then you'd be able to do the same ".

         " I know Mum keeps telling me. I want to learn but Thistar is so
         boring. <<YOU FLIP THE HAND STRAIGHT AND SAY "ARMENSA">>,
         honestly, he talks like that Dran. Help me get this arrow out
         Drantha, you know I only have 20 of my own. Come on, or I'll tell
         Mum and we all know who she'll believe". An impish grin appeared
         on her face as she turned her head towards her brother.

         Her brother turned with hands raised in a gesture of defeat and
         a chuckle echoing through the trees. He looked down at the her
         trying to cut the second arrow head out of boar with her small
         knife and walked slowly back towards the tree. " Okay Melandra,
         you win, just remember I helped you next time you want to find
         someone to take the blame for one of your little tricks ".
         Out came his dagger and the arrow was dug out of the wood and
         extracated from the pig. The pig was then hoisted over her
         brothers shoulders and they turned back through the woods with an
         air of ease that belied their watchfulness.

         " Dran, can I carry the pig when we get closer to the village. I
         want everyone to know it's mine".

         " Okay, little one, but remember I gave you the option of not
         carrying it. I'll let you have it at your little hideaway by the
         pond".

         " Alright, hey, how did you know about my secret place. Anyway, I
         can carry it and enough of the little one. I'm already taller than
         Emarath and give me a few years and I'll be taller than you!".

         A bird fluttered from the branch of a tree drawing their attention
         and the conversation stopped as they listened. Then the pig was
         swapped from one pair of shoulders to the other and they walked on
         back to the village.

         " Melandra, I'm afraid I'll be leaving in a week or two".

         " Don't worry I'll keep your chair warm for you at the table for
         when you get back. Who's life are you going to brighten up this
         time, Thabrea's daughter or is it just a social call?".

         " No you don't understand, I'm leaving for good. I can't stay here
         any longer. It just isn't fair to me or anyone else".

         " Why. Don't you like me anymore?"

         " No No, I love you Mel, more than ever, but its something I have
         to do".

         " Don't go Drantha, stay. You can have my bow, I'll even throw in
         the arrows and quiver".

         " Haha a tempting offer but I'm afraid I'll have to pass on that
         one, young Mel".

         They walked on in silence and by the time they had reached their
         own clearing, the tears on Melandra's face had almost dried.

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	 Move.........come on move your legs, ignore everything....have
	 to get out of here.

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  Melandra Flametree, Lady Wizardess  * Internet: mcspikgfm@dct.ac.uk
  Pyrolator, Princess of Vyalia       * Janet   : mcspikgfm@uk.ac.Dundee-Tech
  & Slightly Insane Elf.."Boom..Fun!" * Dundee College of Technology, Scotland.
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