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The battle with arondel is lost....

Cirith awoke...he has no recollection of what happened....he looks around where is he...suddenly the room around him materialised... He was in a large tent....but not one of there's, he was in the Kings camp! He was tied to a chair, and still had an arrow in his shoulder and one n jus chest! Suddenly a tall man walked into the room he starred straight at Cirath....Cirath suddenly felt fear flood through this was arondel the great general...."you've returned from the east"-

"what is Imrahils plans Morthond"- "my name is Cirath son of duinhir thank you very much"- Arondel slapped him across the face "don't talk to me like that you filth, Now my question was what is your little plan"- "there is no plan"- "TELL ME"- "I don't no what your talking about"- Arondel ripped one of the arrows out of Ciraths shoulder...he let loose scream- "NOW TELL ME!"- "no I know nothing" he yanked the arrow out his chest....Ahhhhhhhhhh..."fine if you won't talk you can bleed to death" said Arondel coldly

The last thing Círath remembered was being dragged away from the camp into some uninhabited deserted fields and being left there to die...it seems like hours past..but it felt like days and then suddenly he saw horses in the distance and just before he passed out he was picked on put onto a horse and they rode away...