Tis night, and Freo was awake once again. After the ordeal that had happened when Galadria and Roke were sitting at a fire with him, he was afraid to even shut his eyes. "You were sleepwalking," "You told us to leave no survivors." These were things Freo recalled Roke and Galadria telling him when he awoke by the stream, after almost walking in.
"whats going on with me," Freo said wearily.
After noticing the silence of the evening was sending him to sleep, he decided to take a stroll so as not to fall asleep.
"Adleast if I were to walk will day break, someone could keep me awake later," He thought alloud. Growing tired of the scenery of the town, Freo decided to head north of the island. As he travelled further north, clear air became dense, and turned to fog. A light from a fire could be seen in the distance, and Freo was joyace for now he had company.
"This part of the island looks different at night," he said to himself.
As he drew closer to the fire he noticed that it was abandoned and barley even lit anymore. Freo sighed as he realised that his hopes for company were just that, mere hopes. As he sat by the fire feeding it what little sticks were around, he did not pay any mind to the noises around him, for his mind was somewhere else. Suddenly, Freo could feel a sharp pain on his back, and he was forced to the ground as he let out a little yelp. Looking over his shoulder only to see an ogre, who stared back coldly with murderous intent. As the ogre lifted his spiked club in order to swing again, Freo made an attempt to get up and remove himself from harms way. The attempt soon prooved to be in vane for he was still recovering from the first hit. The ogre swung down hard at Freo, but he manage to roll over and slightly evade the attack with only so much as a gash on his left arm. As the ogre strainned to lift the overly-heavy weapon to swing once more, Freo managed to struggle to his feet and stumble back a few steps.
"I cannot fight him like this," Freo said to himself, now feeling the gash in his arm and a deep wound on his back from when he was hit unexpectedly.
Freo cast poison clouds to keep the ogre distracted as he made his way back to town. By the time Freo made it back it was daybreak, and he had lost a great deal of blook for the two newly aquired wounds. As he collapsed in front of a figure he could not make out the phrase
"damned ogres," could be heard as he lost his conciousness.
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Still weak, Freo begins to regain his consciousness. His blurred vision becoming clear, he could now see Elaralith. Still extremely tired from his loss of blood, he was at war with himself just to stay awake. “Elaralith, please do not let me fall...” Freo’s words trailed of as he fell asleep again. Once more, as he dreamt, he was sent to a battlefield. A shadowed figure could be heard in the distance. “Kill them all,” he yelled at his minions, who were made up of demons. “Take no prisoners!” As the minions followed through with the orders, the shadow figure sat on top of a boulder, waiting for the dark deed to be done. The battle was gruesome, the orders were carried through, and the town was now lit on fire. Freo watched in horror as the town was engulfed by the flames, he turned and stared coldly at the stranger. It was as though Freo was invisibly, for the stranger did not stare back. “That will teach them to resist us,” the figure said to himself, as the left side of his face became illuminated. Freo stared, thunderstruck and felt the left side of his own face. “A... cross shaped scar,” he barley managed to say. “N....N....No,” Freo stammered, “NO!” Freo was now on his feet, no longer asleep. He looked around and spotted Elaralith, who looked back questionably.
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