... Aldarian would have screamed if she would had had time or if she could have managed to, but the shadow was already upon her and surrounded her in it's darkness. Aldarian felt how it started to enter her mind and body. Slowly, ever so slowly but inch by inch it penetrated her and formed itself inside her twisting, corrupting everything. All goodness were turned to evil, all joy to malice, all feelings of frienship and compassion to hate. She tried to resist but even her courage faltered before such horror. Betrayed she was by promisess of her own darkness. All those luring whispers of youth, power and health which she had wanted to believe. Now it would fullfill those promises but to what horrible cost. To what cost. As all her good and joyfull memories and thoughts flashed and fade away she felt that her body was also twisted to new form. Then all that she could feel was pain. Only pain. ... Aldarian again. It seems that I am stuck with her nowadays. But I'll promise(?) that this will be the last one of her for a while. What comes to the picture it is not a "nice" or "beautifull drawing but it is not trying to be one. This is the moment of my story when Aldarien finally get that power and immortality which she has yearned for and which her own dark thoughts have used to lure her. But the cost is too high as she get those only after being possessed by an ancient evil spirit and by totally destroying that person who she was. Aldarian is a charachter from my own Middle-Earth related story. Middle-Earth is created by J.R.R. Tolkien. Aldarian is created by me.