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“No thanks.” Arhwen told the servant boy before she left. She entered the giant forest surrounding the castle.
“HEY KITTY-KAT WHERE ARE YOU?” she yelled into the surrounding forest.
“Hahaha.” A calm laugh emerged from the forest. From the behind her a pink and purple cat came out. He was wearing square purple glass.
“You called.” It said

Elroth rushed into the room and stretched out his hand towards the strange butler. "Let your true face be shown, spy of Morigmar!" He said as light emerged from his had and struck the strange man. Luchia's mysterious greeter turned into a wraith.
"Return to your master, creature of shadow!" and with Elroth's words, the foul being rushed out of the castle and into the east.

Arith and Mira were standing on a bridge, talking about Arith's world.
Suddenly, a dagger struck Arith through the back and he almost fell off the bridge if Mira hadn't caught him and taken out the dagger. She laid him down gently and noticed what had thrown the black dagger. A wraith stood atop of rock next to the river the bridge was over. Mira drew her sword and took 2 torches from a post. She handed one torch to the wounded Arith and told him that if a wraih approaches him, set it on fire. Mira looked at the wraith and said, "If you want him, come and taste flame!" The wraith charged her and tried to strike her with its black sword, but she quickly blocked it and stabbed the wraith with her torch. The creature let out a scream and fled. Three more appeared out of the shadows and came towards Mira and Arith.
"Come, prince. To Morigmar we will take you..." The wraiths chanted with their whispering voices.
Mira tried to defeat the wraiths the same way as with the other, but they were too quick. She took Arith's torch and threw both torches into them, but now she had no more torches!
They all heard a beating of wings, then Fireball landed infront of Arith and Mira. He burned the wraiths with his fire, and then he looked at Arith and said, "What's happened to him? Will he survive?"
"He has been stabbed by a morgul blade, only the hands of Celedor, King of the Elves can save him, and he's too far away for me to take Arith there on time!" Mira said as her eyes filled with tears.
Fireball smiled and said, "I could fly him there, but you'll have to come too since I don't know the way."
"Alright, lets go!"
Arindor ran to see what had happened, and Fireball said, "Arindor, you stay here and tell Arhwen and Elroth that we're going to Celdor's place, then Elroth can take you guys to Celedor's castle to meet us, hurry!"
"I'll do as you say," Arindor replied.

They put Arith in front of Mira on the saddle so she could hold onto him along the way and keep him from falling, then Arith began to shiver, even with all the heat coming off of Fireball and Mira! Mira held Arith tighter, but still he shivered as if he were in a blizzard at the south pole without any source of warmth at all. They leaped into the air with great haste, and Mira told Fireball which way to go.

Arith faded into sleep, and just as his eyes closed, he heard Mira say, "Hold on, Arith! Don't let them take you!"

Arhwen stood in the middle of what was a forest. All the trees around her cut in to nothing. Giant blocks of wood everywhere. The fat purple striped pink cat stood 10 feet away from her.
“So is your new power cool?” It asked lowering it glasses.
“Definitely cool.” Arhwen said. Her appearance change. She now had purple striped ears and a tail like the cat with glass. He clothes were al tore up and her hands have change. Her nails where 5feet long class now.
“Cool.” The fat cat said walking in closer.
Arhwen pupils have changed to slits and she saw everything different. Better.

Arindor tracked Arhwen to the forest.
"Arhwen, Arith is- What the hell?" Arindor said with surprise at how Arhwen looked, "Er, um, anyway, Arith's wounded and on the way to Celedor's castle with Mira and Fireball, we should ask Elroth to take us there imediately. Not sure how Arith got hurt, or why they're taking him there, but I'm sure we'll find out if we catch up with them. By the way, have you seen Morathiel? My little sister?"

As Luchia and Xander slowly flew amongst the clouds, she noticed a raincloud coming. This definatly wasn't her doing. Then, she examined it closer. "Xander, we have to go back and tell Elroth that Nazgul and orcs are coming! Now!" "Of course, My lady." Xander quickly zipped in the other direction. Soon, they were back at that magnificient castle. Luchia burst through the oak doors proclaiming "Get your armies ready, for Nazgul and Orc approach at an alraming pace!"

Mira replied to Moratheil, He's been stabbed by a Nazgul wraith's Morgul dagger. I have to take him to Lord Celedor before its too late, otherwise he will become one of the Nazgul.

A few minutes later, they arived at Celedor's palace. They layed Arith on a bed and they all sat next to him while Celedor placed his hand on Arith's forhead and spoke in the elvish tongue.

Fireball looked over at Arhwen and Arindor and said, "How did you guys get here so fast?"

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After Luchia's words were heard, Elroth answered, "Alright, alert the rangers, we should have the enemy picked off by nightfall. All who hear my words, spread them to all the elves in the forest, make sure the rangers and the army find out and take the enemy down!"

Elroth went to his room and equiped his armor, next he took 2 shortsword and strapped them to his back, then he took his long staff with curved blades coming out of the top and bottom. After he was fully equiped, he rushed outside to meet his armies as they prepared a barricade at the gate.

Luchia ripped open her pack, and threw on some rudementary armor. She also attached some to Xander's weak points. True, Xander was young, but he was also wise beyond his years and Luchia knew this well. She also belted her dagger and attached her crossbow to her hip. she knew if Arith was to be healed faster, the Nazgul had to stay away. This was her chance to prove herself worthy for battle. She ran threw the castle, mounted Xander and they flew into a willow tree, completly camoflauged by its thick and drooping leaves. She readied her crossbow, silently waiting.