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Aldarian lied still. Then suddenly her demonic features started to fade and disappear. Long eyetooths retreated back to their normal sizes and all the marks of rage and hatred vanished from her face. Pupils came back to her eyes which were still moment ago all white. Indeed they were again grey but now they were lifeless and glazing fast. Yet they moved a little, like looking for something. Her hand stirred a little and a faint whisper could be heard:
That whisper was whisper of pain, suffering and fear but still it was full of Aldarian's own soul. It was her true self and nothing more. Dorlim yelled like a wounded animal and collapsed before her but it was all too late. Never would Aldarian hear or see anymore. She was no more. She was dead.
Illustration from my own fantasy novel which was located in the Middle Earth. Heroine (and the antiheroine) of the story was Aldarian, a noble Dunadan woman. Unfortunately she was tempted and twisted to evil, possessed by an ancient spirit and turned to a mighty and demonic servant of Sauron. As you can see the story was a tragic one.
Middle Earth and all related material are created by J.R.R. Tolkien. Aldarian and Dorlim are created by me.
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