[gremlin]

( blah, not that good. = n=;; )

For a moment it felt as if she had swallowed her ability to speak. Judith had not seen Brishen for three years now. He had grown up quite a bit it seemed. He was still cruel to her, it seemed that other things had not changed about him. Including his hatred for Dark Elves. "You have clouded your mind with so many negative things about Dark Elves," she spoke to her brother. "You have not changed, brother." she seemed disappointed. What did she expect? He had been fighting Dark Elves for three years. He had probably seen his friends die, of course he would still hate them.

"You're still naive," he hissed at her. Brishen took a step forward, his eyes locked on his sister. "You're still a child." Brishen let go of his bow and pouch full of arrows. He drew his sword from his side. His eyes moved from Judith to his enemy. Brishen snarled as the Dark Elf approached him. He was strong, but still struggled with the Dark Elf. He smiled, amused that he finally had a real challenge. "I killed so many of your kind," he purred. "Women as well, I have even killed children." anger filled Brishen's eyes as the Dark Elf spoke about his king. "You're the one who-" he paused, it felt as if he was going to explode. "You bastard!" he turned to look at his sister. "Judith, run! I can handle this on my own, you will only get in the way!" he hissed.

Judith's ears sagged, she was a coward. She didn't want to fight, she didn't want to kill. Why was she here? Why did she even train? She was only a disappointment. The elders were wrong to send her to war. They only sent her because of her impressive talent with her bow. She stepped backwards and stumbled. Her body nearly crashed against the ground as she fled. She slammed her side against a tree and clenched her side in pain. She had to get away.