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Menel Nen Arda
Alectriciti
I'm ashamed of that instance, the man that looked like me. :: I should have fought or resisted somehow, but no, it could not be. :: :: :: What could have possessed him or gave him the nerve? :: I screamed as he cut my ears to a curve. :: He crushed my ribs and smashed my head. :: It's a wonder that I'm not dead. :: ::  Menel Nen Arda, gives me a feeling. :: It's soothing, relaxing, perhaps even healing. :: Is it the magic that empowers my life? :: Or merely the thought of my friends and my wife? :: :: :: So many memories filled with power. :: I'm closing this book. Time to take a shower. :: A shower to cleanse the blood off my ears... :: :: :: :: ...to cloak the pain I exposed with my tears.