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These events all take place during the first age – the age of war.

Slowly he moved his sword through the air.
It made no sound, he twisted his hand and spun around and unleashed a kick in mid-air. He was alone, noone could observe him but the stars above him. He started to swing the blade faster and faster and slowly added movments until he was all over the garden in a serie of deadly attacks.
He stoped and whiped his forehead with his arm. He was in the best shape of his life, yet there was something crowding his mind, something that made him out of focus. Poundering this he went down the hill so he could se the camp, were a thousand fires burned to keep the soldiers warm during the night. He headed towards the lake that was just outside the cirkel of fire, undreased and jumped into the cold water.
He dived under the surface, he swimed down, futher and futher. He loved the water, ever since he had learned to breath under it he had taken every change he got to spend time under it. He floted around fo a while, alone in the dark and soundless until it started to bore him and he started to swim up to the surface. He came just by the shore and saw the sword pointed against his throat.

- T, this must be one the most stupid things that you have ever done, said the man that held the sword. Leaving your wepons on the shore in the middle of the night.

Taliamas smiled.

- Like anyone knows that we are here.

He moved the blade away from his trhout and got up on the shore and started to get dressed. He looked at his friend.

- And by the way, he said. If you are so concered with being noticed in the dark, shoudn’t you walk around with your eyes closed?

- Very funny.

- Ain’t denying it. Can I have my sword back please?

- Here. Anyway; I came here to get you, your father sent me. He looked pissed.

- What else is new. After all: my father is the man leading this army into a battle that it most likely will lose. Sending men into certian death tends to keep you a little on edge.

They started to head back to the camp in slow pace, both of the unaware of the figure observing them from a distance. A figure with sharp teeth and and deadly claws, and with a mind set to destroy the few the things the two friends took for granted.

S?: vad f?rv?ntar ni er? En anteckning om den senaste tidens h?gst personliga h?ndelser i mitt liv? F?rv?ntar ni er att f? l?sa exakt vad jag k?nner n?r det g?ller Susanne, Tess, Gotte, John och Ringis? Kanske, eller s? bryr ni er inte ?verhuvudtaget, och jag tror n?stan att det skulle g?ra mig gladast.

R?cker det med att s?ga att min g?rdag var en av de mest trevliga dagarna jag har haft p? ett bra tag. Hamnade i V?xj? och fikade med Bosse, Niklas och Ola. Sedan vidare f?r att se Star Wars – Episode 2, som ?r en av mina absoluta favoritfilmer, och den b?sta i hela Star Wars sagan – so far. Men det ?r jag och mina ?sikter st?mmer v?ldigt s?llan ?verens med resten av v?rldens.
Sedan hem till Bosse, d?r jag sitter nu, stirrandes p? han flat-screen medans TV:n k?r ett repris avsnitt av Sk?l i bakgrunden.

Och n?r det g?ller allt annat. Sl?pp det. Let it go. Saker ni inte har att g?ra med ska ni inte heller bry er om, jag ?r inte arg p? n?got s?tt, mest irriterad. Men som sagt, sk?t er sj?lva och l?t mig ta hand om mina problem.