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Azurite slowly opens her eyes and rises slowly from the cobbled floor.
She is unharmed apart from the chill that has consumed her body from being on th e stone floor for god knows how long. The candle has long since extinguished, so she estimates she has been unconscious for over three hours.
Her head still buzzes, but thankfully the pain has eased. She rubs her hands on her chest in an attempt to warm and bring life into them. Azurite stops.... she looks down to her trembing hands. The top of her bodice has been torn roughl y, exposing the milky white skin beneath. She turns quickly and heads for her dr essing mirror.
Azurite gazes at her image. She gasps. There reflected in the mirror, is a small circular scar unlike anything she has seen before. She runs her hand over her c hest and feels the raised welts.
"why?" she asks, knowing that her question will not be answered.
"what does it mean?"
Azurite closes her bodice over the mark and paces the floor while she thinks. Sh e has no recollection of what has happened. Her last memory being the pain inside her head and her frantic attempts to breat he. She knows full well that "he" has been, but is puzzled and a little disturbed as to what the purpose of his visit has been.
Is this scar a visual reminder? Something to keep her forever bound to his feet?

Azurite is drained, both mentally and physically. She quickly undresses, letting her fingers wander over the mark once more. She slides under the covers of her bed, and lets the warmth begin to comfort her tormented body.

Sleep comes easily....

Azurite is standing in a green field. Her usual dark, practical clothes replaced by a white frothy dress, totally impractical for her day to day tasks. In the distance she sees a figure of a man. She is drawn to the figure.
As she nears the figure she is able to make out the image of Chael. She is confussed. Gone is his uniform, replaced by a simple, yet expensive looking outfit. He turns as she approaches and smiles.
Azurite stops. Before her is the man she is ordered to hate. A man who has invaided her thoughts time and time again. A man she has tried to kill.
She searches her clothes desperately for a weapon....there are none. In his eyes she sees no fear, no hate, only understanding.
Azurite stands totally dumbfound. Unable to move, unable to speak. Chael bridges the gap between them and takes her chin in his hands. He tilts her face slightly so that she is forced to look into his eyes. He leans down and brings his lips to hers....

"Lady Azurite, you must wake up"
The strong hands of her maid are shaking her firmly.
Azurite blinks slowly, her eyes struggling to adjust to her bedchamber filled wi th daylight.
"What is it Sara, why do you wake me so?"
"But M'lady, you have been asleep for days. I have been unable to wake you" Sara says looking at her with concern.
Azurite throws back the bedclothes and attempts to rise.

The scream of her maid Sara echo's through the chamber. Azurite is covered with blood. She trows off her nightdress searching for a wound, and finds nothing. She looks at a hysterical Sara, searching her face for answers. "This blood is not my own Sara, but if it is not my own....then who's is it?"

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Note Number:	25	Author:	Azurite
Date:	Mon Jun 17, 2002; 20:57:13	To:	All
Subject:	Azurite wakes...
Azurite slowly opens her eyes and rises slowly from the cobbled floor. She is unharmed apart from the chill that has consumed her body from being on th e stone floor for god knows how long. The candle has long since extinguished, so she estimates she has been unconscious for over three hours. Her head still buzzes, but thankfully the pain has eased. She rubs her hands on her chest in an attempt to warm and bring life into them. Azurite stops.... she looks down to her trembing hands. The top of her bodice has been torn roughl y, exposing the milky white skin beneath. She turns quickly and heads for her dr essing mirror. Azurite gazes at her image. She gasps. There reflected in the mirror, is a small circular scar unlike anything she has seen before. She runs her hand over her c hest and feels the raised welts. "why?" she asks, knowing that her question will not be answered. "what does it mean?" Azurite closes her bodice over the mark and paces the floor while she thinks. Sh e has no recollection of what has happened. Her last memory being the pain inside her head and her frantic attempts to breat he. She knows full well that "he" has been, but is puzzled and a little disturbed as to what the purpose of his visit has been. Is this scar a visual reminder? Something to keep her forever bound to his feet? Azurite is drained, both mentally and physically. She quickly undresses, letting her fingers wander over the mark once more. She slides under the covers of her bed, and lets the warmth begin to comfort her tormented body. Sleep comes easily.... Azurite is standing in a green field. Her usual dark, practical clothes replaced by a white frothy dress, totally impractical for her day to day tasks. In the distance she sees a figure of a man. She is drawn to the figure. As she nears the figure she is able to make out the image of Chael. She is confussed. Gone is his uniform, replaced by a simple, yet expensive looking outfit. He turns as she approaches and smiles. Azurite stops. Before her is the man she is ordered to hate. A man who has invaided her thoughts time and time again. A man she has tried to kill. She searches her clothes desperately for a weapon....there are none. In his eyes she sees no fear, no hate, only understanding. Azurite stands totally dumbfound. Unable to move, unable to speak. Chael bridges the gap between them and takes her chin in his hands. He tilts her face slightly so that she is forced to look into his eyes. He leans down and brings his lips to hers.... "Lady Azurite, you must wake up" The strong hands of her maid are shaking her firmly. Azurite blinks slowly, her eyes struggling to adjust to her bedchamber filled wi th daylight. "What is it Sara, why do you wake me so?" "But M'lady, you have been asleep for days. I have been unable to wake you" Sara says looking at her with concern. Azurite throws back the bedclothes and attempts to rise. The scream of her maid Sara echo's through the chamber. Azurite is covered with blood. She trows off her nightdress searching for a wound, and finds nothing. She looks at a hysterical Sara, searching her face for answers. "This blood is not my own Sara, but if it is not my own....then who's is it?"