She was always warned about her headstrong personality, Cassiah was fiery. Lively, pretty, easy to laugh. Many called her the Bree-town Sweetheart. At one time she was even innocent; perhaps she even still had been when she took her last breath. But the world has it's way of attacking those you love. Eventually townsfolk began to wonder what happened to the blacksmith's daughter, after he passed away. She was seen in town less and less; little did they know that the young woman had found a new home in the most unexpected place. She achieved a rare feat, she earned a Ranger's respect and thus was treated as if she had been a part of their own kin. That Ranger's name was Aeruthuil. She learned that there was so much more to Middle-Earth than but a single village. Where there was trust, there had been betrayal. Where there was peace, there had eventually been anxiety. Such was the way of life. Everything had an opposite. No one believed that one day, people would mourn her. But underneath her stubbornness, was a gentle soul that could touch even the most bitter heart. She was child-like and yet wise beyond her years; her kin looked upon her with happiness and favor. All seemed well, until one day the foolish girl strayed away from the camp. She left word with one of the men, that she would return at dusk. It had been Dawn, the sun had just began to rise over the horizon.
A great sword resting upon her back, mounting her horse and leaving the camp behind. She sought a presence that had long haunted the depths of her kin's heart and mind. It was a woman, her name had been Aduninzil. Cruel and ludicrous. She did not know pity, sympathy or love. Standing against all the was fair and free, such was the nature of evil. For darkness there is light. For Purity there is Sin, Cassiah's sin was letting this one roam free. But how could one women keep a company of men safe? It was a fruitless endeavor, but one she attempted anyhow.
Love was the death of her, after searching for what seemed to be hours. She found Aduninzil standing atop a cliff near the lake of Nen Harn. Waiting and watching, it was as if she expected her to come. But how was this possible? Had she been watching her every move? Her kin's movements? If so it was highly disturbing, few things slipped under their noses. Suddenly, something knocked at her heart's door. Was it fear? Yes. For all the confidence she had upon seeking her foe, she came forth as only a mouse. Aduninzil leered at her from above. She was but a mouse whom had found a large wolf. She opted to unsheathe her great sword with a staggered grace, waiting for Aduninzil to leave the perch. Her enemy's strides were long and slow, as if making her dread the prolonged approach. No words were exchanged, the mocking nature of the Angmarim had been gone. The games were over and the line was drawn, the enemy was ready to kill. Aduninzil's blade had been curved with a wicked visage. Just like the woman's soul, there would be no better place for her than the void. But it seemed, heaven was in need of an angel; their blades had crossed, Cassiah managed to parry the first strike that had been made towards her heart. Her slender legs firmly planted into the ground, trying to push the enemy backward. Aduninzil staggered, but managed to swiftly regain her balance. Making a counterattack, grasping her arm and twisting it. Causing Cassiah to drop her blade; then in a brisk, fluid motion. She sent her blade into the girl's back. The Bree-lander could not afford any steel armor, she wore leather. The blade penetrated through it; a wicked grin gracing the Angmarim's lips. Her sick desire granted, the desire to kill. She lavished as blood splattered across the ground like paint on a canvas. Cassiah's gentle hazel eyes, widening at the blow. This was it then? Who knew death could come so quickly. The blade had departed from her body, her vision fading as she collapsed to the ground. She had breathed out her final words "He's on his own now, all over again, stupid girl. Well.. I'll see Papa's face again at the very least. Who knew I'd die near a lake.." It was then Cassiah the fair, Cassiah the sweetheart had rested. The old would bury the young and a lover, would be without his other half. Her kin would know doubt seek vengeance.
