Arwen | Elf
The blades flew closer, and just before they hit him, I stopped them. I was breathing heavily. It would have been easier to kill him. If I had, I would have saved myself alot of trouble. I couldn't do it because I felt something stir in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't kill him. So they stopped just before they hit him. I moved closer, and swept them from the air.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, low enough so only he could here. "But ... I ..." I angrily sheathed the knives. Why was I feeling like this? He was staring at my eyes. I realised I hadn't moved, I jerked away from him, my eyes showing my confusion. My thoughts were like scattered autumn leaves.
He reached out his hand.
I grabbed his wrist and dug my fingernail in, leaving a crescent moon shape. Blood welled from the cut.
Don't forget me. My name is Arwen. I layed the thought in his head. His eyes widened. Blood steadily dripped onto the floor. With a wave of my hand, I stopped the bleeding, leaving a white, crescent moon scar. I turned and left.
Goodbye, Alec.
I could feel his eyes on me until I melted into the shadows.
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