Ithilum
If he had any sympathy he didn't show it. The daemon would pray on those sympathy's and he would fall.
He jumped over the crack in the ground. He had been chasing it for miles. Across every terrain imaginable and still he haven't caught up to the monster.
A gust of wind blew back her hair, and all he did was a pushing motion.
The armor was worn but there was at least one still good use in it, I picked it up and turned toward the man. "You shure" he asked and I nodded.
Sitting tied to that chair there was nothing I could do. Every time he hit me I would cry and so. He raised his hand one more time and I stared pleading into his soulless eyes......