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Message 353:

Date:     Wed Dec  6 23:16:18 2000 CST
From:     Rayne (#3105)
To:       *plots (#1506)
Subject:  Long Road Ahead

Rayne stared off at nothing in particular, caught deep in his own thoughts.  His mind drifted back
 to the thief and the pain and fear he had caused him.  Would the young man recover?  He liked to
 think so...tried to ease his conscience.  He thought long and hard, but could come to no
 conclusion as to why he was becoming so quick to resort to violence.  He didn't -want- to hurt
 anyone...Perhaps with Willow's help, he could resolve this problem.  He remembered Ryken...that
 young girl at the inn had told him Ryken was married, and even had children!  Could he even hope
 to find something so peaceful in his life?  He stared a bit longer as a look of determination
 eased across his face.  "Control...I must learn to control this" he thought.  He closed his eyes
 and placed his right hand over his left, searching deep within himself.  A small tingling
 sensation radiated from within him, growing stronger as the energy flowed through his right hand
 and engulfed his left hand.  A gentle pull at first, his left hand soon became overwhelmed with
 thousands of tiny sharp pains jolting through his skin, reaching muscle and penetrating to bone. 
 He gasped with agony as the pain slithered up his arm, stretching to his chest and partially up
 his neck.  The pain was unbearable...he jerked his right hand away, trying so hard not to scream
 aloud.  His eyes fluttered open, glancing down at the source of pain.  It was just as it was with
 the thief...his skin was no longer flesh and blood, but solid rock, as if petrified from within. 
 He ground his teeth together and closed his eyes again.  Taking several deep breaths, he tried to
 push the pain from his mind.  Twenty minutes later, the pain slowly began to give way to the
 gentle pull and then back to the tingling as if his arm had merely been asleep.  He stretched his
 hand out slowly, an occasional pain shooting back through his arm, but found it to be flesh and
 blood once more.  He stared at his hand with a look of bewilderment, awe, and concern, quietly
 whispering to the winds "Please hurry Willow..."