((<span style="font-weight: bold">Your typical spoiled white American teenager:</span>"I want ____" just fill in the blanks. ))<br/><br/>Turin frowned at the insult, but didn't retaliate. Instead he wandered off looking for Zaida so he could uphold his part in Nero's plan. It took awhile, but he found her and Jack inside the Azinoth's chamber, a place he had never been inside before.<br/><br/>The Azinoth held out her hand, whether it was to silence him or signal that she wished to speak was unclear.<br/><span style="color: mediumblue">"He is a man true of heart and he will not change his intention. He will bring you to a place and leave with all that he has come for."</span>She turned her head towards Jack. Her dead, blind eyes stared into his.<span style="color: mediumblue">"Your life is changing. You will find your heart's desire."</span><br/><br/>Turin looked at the girl, knowing that he had stared into those eyes before, sometime not long ago. There was something familiar about her face. Somewhere Turin had seen her before. He shuddered with fear, not knowing if this was a specter or a trick of the mind. It was then that he remembered. It was the way his wife looked before she died. Though as an elf she appeared younger than the age she was. She vanished a long time ago and now he was beginning to understand of how she must of died. He was in such disbelief that he fell to his knees and looked up at his wife with loving eyes--tear filled eyes.<br/><span style="color: orange">"Please. I beg of you. Please release her,--give my wife her rest. Send her to her grave and let her be in peace."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"You don't understand, Turin."</span>Zaida began while still looking at the Azinoth.<span style="color: purple">"The Azinoth is very rare, not everyone can do this and its spirit has to span horizon to horizon. It took many women to find the right one. One who had died at the right time and in the right place."</span>She spoke casually, as if discussing the weather, and not speaking of murder.<br/><span style="color: orange">"You mean a woman that <span style="font-style: italic">you</span> had killed at the right hour and place. To fit in with your so-called magic. Murdered so she would end up as a slave to you, not allowed the mercy of being left in peace even when she was dead."</span><br/><span style="color: purple">"Hold your tongue! Since when did you learn to talk that way to your master?"</span>Zaida snapped back.<span style="color: purple">"Anyways what makes you think that I killed her? People can die without the help of anyone else."</span><br/>Turin lunged at her, but Zaida was quicker. In the next moment Turin was face down on the ground, pinned by one of Zaida's spider legs.<br/><span style="color: purple">"I'll deal with you latter." She looked up at Jack. "Now then. Why don't you take me to the amulet?"</span><br/><br/>The image of the Azinoth faded as the whirlwind blew round and round, swirling the dust. As quickly as it had appeared, it was no more.