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Anastasia	Jun 1 2011, 07:50 PM
Posts: 84 Group: BattleWriters Member #6 Joined: Apr 24, 2011	Eknara watched as Len fell down. He was saying something. But the meaning of the words were lost on her. Unlike with the first people she met in Thracs, she could not understand the language the boy spoke. As she continued to glance at the boy, an understanding slowly settled on her: He was no threat to her. He was a mess, yes. But the look that the boy gave her was one of sorrow. He was pleading with her. She may not have understood what he said, but the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes and the way he had fallen down and was clearly unable to get up again spoke volumes. The blood must have been his own and the way his arm moved clearly indicated that he could no longer move it. Eknara’s features softened at the sight. The tension escaped from her body as fear was quickly replaced with compassion. “He’s hurt, Aicatul.” Her daemon nodded at her. She slowly approached the boy as he lay on his back.


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