I was attacked again...

[arakano]

I shouldn't have left my sword at home but I didn't think he would find me again...


Night: *falling, and this street hasn't had the new lights put in on it yet*

Arakano: *walks under the stars, hand on the hilt of his knife, having left his sword at home*

Mirröanwi: Hello *from behind, grabbing Arakano around the throat* I've been looking for you. You've caused me a lot of trouble, just for being you. And I think I owe you for that.

Arakano: *gasps, but takes his knife and manages to cut his attacker's arm* Damn you!



Mirröanwi: *hisses, grabbing his arm, and rams Arakano onto the ground with his shoulder*

Arakano: *the air goes out of his lungs, but still keeps his hold on the knife somehow*

Mirröanwi: If I'm going to be hunted in this damned city, I'm going to earn it *barely visible in the dark, but the sound of him cracking his knuckles*

Torches: *appear out of an alleyway, held by some slowly walking elves*

Mirröanwi: Wha?

Elf with a dreamlike voice: Hello. We came to talk to the prince, but you are both welcome to the city.

Arakano: *tries to sit up, half blinded by the torches*

Hands: *grab onto Arakano and Mirröanwi*

Arakano: *his mind is not working well, and he doesn't resist at first* W-where...?

Dreamy elf: You need to come with us. *moves a drugged rag up to Arakano's mouth before suddenly being shoved off his feet by Mirröanwi's fighting*

Mirröanwi: None of you are doing anything to me! *thrashing and kicking before a group of the elves, shadows in the torchlight grab onto him, pulling him down*

Arakano: *still feeling strange, but somehow he manages to run away*

Guardhouse: *buzzing with the latest murder and a group of dwarves that had gotten too raucous at a tavern*

Gwaedhon: *one of the equivalents of a detective assigned to working on the case of Grindi and the human up late going over the vanya hair they'd taken off Grindi's armour*

Arakano: *can't really breathe that well, and his side hurts as if a rock had buried itself in it, stops and falls to his knees. He looks at his knife and sees the blood and doesn't understand where it came from. He stands and walks away until he can't walk anymore and just leans against a wall, knife held tightly*

Guards: *doing night patrol*

Arakano: What? *eyes closed, knife falls to the ground* It was him... again... *collapses to the ground*

Nyel: a drunk? *crouches down to check Arakano*

Angwen: No. *reaches down to pick up Arakano* Run ahead to the House of Healing and tell them we have the king's brother. Go, now!

Nyel: How do you know that?

Angwen: I crossed the ice with them. I gave you an order.

Nyel: Right, sorry. *runs off*

Angwen: *has an arm around Arakano's waist, and his arm over her shoulder to semi-drag/semi-carry*

Arakano: *very dizzy, tries to walk, and manages a few steps until he realizes someone is holding him. reaches for his knife but it's gone* Let go!

Angwen: Can you walk yourself, then? *doesn't snap, knows her rank*

Arakano: No...* Looks at her, can't really focus* Where are we g-going? *thinks they have captured him again*

Angwen: To the House of Healing. It looks like you've had a bad night

Arakano: *nods, feels dizzier* Call my brothers...

Angwen: I will, your highness.

Arakano: Thank... you... *doesn't really realize how she manages to take him to the Healing House at last*

Angwen: *hands him off to a healer* We'll be sending someone to talk to you tomorrow, your highness.

Arakano: *nods, hopes Turukano or Findekano come soon. he is not planning to stay in the Healing House again*

Angwen: *grabs a chattering Nyel by the collar on her way out, giving her instructions to run to the palace now to pass on that the prince is in need of his brothers*

Arakano: *lets the healer examine him, all the time planning to escape*

Turgon: *arrives, looking frazzled* what happened? Arakano?

Arakano: *blinks, but Turukano's face won't stop looking blurry* Take me out of here...

Turgon: Can he leave? *to the healer*

Healer: Yes. He's inhaled some sort of sedative, but he'll be fine. Just bruised.

Turgon: Come on, you're coming home.

Arakano: Home? We are going back home? *can't really walk for long*

Turgon: *helps him* Well, my home.

Arakano: *drugged, really* In Tirion?

Turgon: No, just the palace.

Arakano: *doesn't understand but nods* He came for me again, brother... I cut his arm... lost my knife...

Turgon: *holds his brother tighter* What happened?

Arakano: *mind starts clearing a bit* The Elf who attacked me... I told you... I don't know what I did but he came...

Turgon: I'll have people look for him. Did you tell the guards?

Arakano: Which guards? The ones with torches? They wanted to take me somewhere...

Turgon: ... *orders a servant to get the guards immediately searching and gets Arakano to a bed*

Arakano: *gets very dizzy for a moment until the world slowly settles down again* My knife... There was blood in my knife...

Turgon: Knives get bloody. We'll find it again

Arakano: I am sorry...

Turgon: It's fine. Lay down. I am going to have a healer look at you in the morning, just in case.

Arakano: *nods, his side hurts but won't say anything about that* Turukano... I fought him, but he was stronger.. And then there were torches... It was... strange.

Turgon: *nods slowly* Do you want me to stay with you?

Arakano: No... *grabs Turukano's hand* Just go to sleep...

Turgon: *squeezes* Okay.

Arakano: *wishes Turukano stayed, but won't admit it* Thank you.

Turgon: Call me if you need me. *worried look at his brother and goes*

Arakano: *nods, wishes he had a knife in case someone attacks him again* I will.

Guards: *armed with some details out searching for Mirröanwi and the elves with torches*

Gwaedhon: *preparing his questions for Arakano in the morning, since this sounds like a good lead*