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With her mothers screams echoing in her head she was placed in a chair in an empty room in the monestary. There had been some commotion when she had been brought through the village but the cleric regiment had quickly formed a ring around her as she was being moved. Villager were quick to form their own opinion about what was happening and the general thought seemed to be that she was something to be scared of and someone to heckle.
Alone in the empty room for some time she had time to feel all the emotions around her. It was a very tall room with white plastered walls and a thin churchlike window in each direction. It was round and on one wall between and below two windows a wooden door was closed. Beyond the door she could her some low voices but it was impossible for her to make out anything they said. The sun was shing brightly outside but all she could see of it was the reflection on the opposite wall from the window. A chilly wind blew in through the windows so she knew there was not glass in them but they were too thin to climb through anyway. The sounds from outside had at first been of the crowd that had followed them to the monestaries gate but as time passed people moved on to other businesses and the sound of animals came through stronger. First the birds chirping and the sound of dogs fighting but as time passed more and more animal sounds came to her. She could hear the eagle screeching far away, she could hear bees and wasps flying around. She could even feel the nature around her. The creak of trees bending, the pain from an oak being harrased by a woodpecker, worms wriggling around in the ground just beneath the monestary. This surprised Emelie but as she concentrated she started to feel them more and more. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself being the eagle, to soar free of all chains and obligations. She could feel herself flapping her wings as she performed a wide turn and in the distance she could see the village. She shifted her attention down from the eagle to a black bear who had a fresh kill. She tasted the flesh and felt the energy rushing through her body. In this empty, isolated place she felt stronger than ever before.
Alone in the empty room for some time she had time to feel all the emotions around her. It was a very tall room with white plastered walls and a thin churchlike window in each direction. It was round and on one wall between and below two windows a wooden door was closed. Beyond the door she could her some low voices but it was impossible for her to make out anything they said. The sun was shing brightly outside but all she could see of it was the reflection on the opposite wall from the window. A chilly wind blew in through the windows so she knew there was not glass in them but they were too thin to climb through anyway. The sounds from outside had at first been of the crowd that had followed them to the monestaries gate but as time passed people moved on to other businesses and the sound of animals came through stronger. First the birds chirping and the sound of dogs fighting but as time passed more and more animal sounds came to her. She could hear the eagle screeching far away, she could hear bees and wasps flying around. She could even feel the nature around her. The creak of trees bending, the pain from an oak being harrased by a woodpecker, worms wriggling around in the ground just beneath the monestary. This surprised Emelie but as she concentrated she started to feel them more and more. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself being the eagle, to soar free of all chains and obligations. She could feel herself flapping her wings as she performed a wide turn and in the distance she could see the village. She shifted her attention down from the eagle to a black bear who had a fresh kill. She tasted the flesh and felt the energy rushing through her body. In this empty, isolated place she felt stronger than ever before.
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