“Master and friends are at camp, and say you will be given a hard time upon return. Master asks if you like help getting back to camp a little faster?” the shadow hissed again.
“Alright, how?” Arwen asked as the shadow grew and suddenly she was half way back to camp.
“That is as far as Master can take you today,” the shadow hissed as it disappeared.
Arwen began running back towards camp, happy that Illidan had managed to save her about twenty minutes of running. As she ran back into camp, she could hear Argin still laughing and Grimor staring looking at her with a grim face. Arwen wasn't sure what was wrong with Grimor, but she knew that something wasn't right. She came up to them, Argin still laughing a little, and bent over a bit to catch her breath. Between this time, Grimor had sent the children to bed so they could talk.
As Arwen caught her breath, she looked up at Grimor ignoring Argin for a moment. "What's wrong my friend?" she asked in a serious tone knowing he was thinking about something.
Argin stoped laughing then as he waited for Grimor's responce. "It's nothing," he said trying not to worry them to much. He turned to walk away back to his tent, to make sure he was't wrong.
"I know that face grimor," Arwen said as she grabed his shoulder. She turned him to face her, and said, "You're thinking of something."
"Yes," Argin said now serious as he remembered the face Grimor had. "It's something about the children."
Grimor lowered his head, and a white butterfly started to flutter around them. "Yes it's about the children." Elzia listened carefully through the butterfly that she sent out. (i'm not sure if that'll work. it's the only thing i could come up with that would possibly work. and i think it sucks. that and i can't think of anything else to put)
"Well," Argin said a little impaitient. "Go on with it."
"Argin," Arwen said sternly like a mother would.
"There's a legend," Grimor started with a sigh. "About two elfin children from different tribes coming together. They both have great power, and are said to be able to save the world from a terrible danger."
Argin and Arwen both froze with the realization of what he was talking about. "You don't mean they're supposed to face...." Arwen broke off.
Grimor knodded. "But before that happens, something happens to one of them, which causes the other to choose between good and evil."
Elzia's eyes unfogged, and the butterfly dissappeared. She lowered her head, and started to cry.
"What's wrong Elzia?" Illidan asked as he wiped a tear from her face.
"Something bad is going to happen to one of us," she said. She told him what the adults were talking about, and continued to cry when she was finished.
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