"Damn you, coward!"  Rage boiled up from her chest, rage and something else... a horrible fear.  She was an elf, a magickal creature, and he had taken from her the thing that she had spent her entire life honing to perfection.<br/><br/>The drow might have been attractive, but Kahlil felt only hatred toward him.  She wanted to wrestle him down and pluck his eyes from his head.  An emptiness settled in her chest, a hole where her magic should have been.  Never had she felt more useless, more helpless!