[Manardariel]

Wild girl. Wild, mad girl that eates raw meat. Wild girl. Wild, bad girl. Wild girl. Wild girl The words rang in Fiona´s ears. She felt like killing someone, or like crying. Was she really wild? Wild and mad and as scary as hell? Maybe Porridge thought so too. Or why was he playing with Elena now, instead of her? Fiona felt her eyes filling. How could he have done this to her? They´d been best friends, and then that girl had shown up. Elena with her little doll and her neat braids. Elena, who never ripped her clothes, and who was never slapped by Rian. Elena, who was said sorry when there wasn´t a cake. Elena, with those clean hands and big, frightened eyes. Elena who hated her. Fiona had always thought she just was scared, but by now she was sure Elena hated her. Fiona felt rage rise in her. How dare she? Come here and steal her sister, then her friend. Maybe she´ll steal Hurin next, or Shadow!

Fuming with anger, she walked over to the well. Maybe she could rip her doll´s hair out, or cut her braids off while she was asleep. Or she could make a big stain on her dress. Yes, that would be it! Elena would be in deep trouble, and Fiona would wear a clean dress, and everyone would say "Look at Fiona. Her dress isn´t stained and dirty." And then she´d know what it feels like, and she´d leave, and let us alone!

"Fiona! Get out of there, quick!" Someone yelled. Fiona couldn´t quite determine who it was, maybe her brother Aragorn? But, no, Aragorn´s voice was never so exited so full of panik. Fiona shrugged and turned around. Suddenly she saw a dark, hooded, ENORMOUS figure run at her. What was that? The figure came closer. Fiona broke into a run, her little feet barely touching the ground. Away, only away! She turned around a corner, spotting Elena talking to her doll.

"Miss Priss, get your braids OUT OF HERE!!!!" she yelled. Elena turned around, perplex, taken a back. She shrieked and started to run. But it was too late. Another of those creatures -were they people?- scopped both of them up. Fiona yelled, bit, kicked- but it was totally useless. He just laughed and held them tighter.

"Elena?" Fiona poked Miss Priss in the side. "Don´t you dare cry. We´ve GOT to find a way to get away!"