As I step out of the great home of Curugirion and his Loth I lonnath, I cannot help but to recall the subject of what we have just talked off.
Aearlinn went near the stone as well… I did hope she would not. That any of them would not go near those stones unless they really need to. I could not bring myself to speak of that fully. She is still young, there is no need for her to listen about those horrors. Real purpose of those stones escapes me as any others I´ve heard that have been looking into them, but I remember…
…I remember the feeling of utter horror and dread as the shadow passed over the sky, concealed in the clouds… the sound of Men and Elves alike screaming in terror as that gastly feeling takes over, draining them of any courage or hope they had left in face of the vast armies that came at us…
… our flanks broke… we were scattered, disorderly… the whole battle had descended onto the level of a sensless melee, devoid of any real tactic.
Air was stale, it stinked of blood and smoke, earth beneath the feet of me and my men muddy from all the spilled blood. Clash of steel, screams and war cries alike pierced my ears, but I did not care… at that time, all that existed was the enemy before me…and the next…and the next…
… and all the while… that feeling of hopelessness grew, threatening to overcome me…to engulf me and leave me just a …
Rain started to fall, bringing me back to reality. I still do not know the purpose of those stones, but I still think that they emit the same feeling of dread I felt back then, only weaker, because our advesary now is just a shadow of his old master… and yet… a Shadow to be reckoned with.
I cannot help but to laugh at this predictament. Of course… none can say that they do not know what lies at the end of this road.
˝Ah… it seems that all I am fit for… is battlefield... ˝
And it was coming…surely as the new dawn will. I cannot bring myself to say it… I doubt anyone who feels the same does.
But the instinct never lies…
