(( You've got a gift!  A few typos here and there, but fine job indeed. ))<br/>Ark gave out a sigh as he was left alone in the room.<br/>"You can't stop her, you know." came a familiar voice. A small figure came into the room who looked an awful lot like Glaive. "Her mind is set on this and no matter what we say or do will ever change that."<br/>A smile crept on Aurion's face. "You say that as if from experience."<br/>"Perhaps. . . or maybe she reminds me of someone."<br/>"Anyone I know."<br/>"I think you know him better than I do." Glaive said, returning a smile. "If I were you I wouldn't worry so much. She's capable of handling herself."<br/>"I suppose your right."<span style="font-style: italic">'Still, why do I have this feeling of dread?'</span>