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Beauty from Ashes

I swallowed hard.  He withdrew a couple paces from me and seemed to be getting a bearing on our location.  I took a deep breath, and regained some confidence.  I didn't know whether saying anything would help, but it was worth a try.  "Who are you??"  (Don't get me wrong.  I had many more questions; but I came to the conclusion that if I asked that first, it would lead me to all the others.  Of course, I didn't want to overwhelm him.)  At first, I thought he didn't hear me or he was ignoring me.  Then again, he could be pondering for just the right words.  Or he could be reaching for something...like the pistol concealed behind his dark apparel.  I took another deep breath, but it didn't calm my nerves, as I had hoped.  Finally he whirled around, and I almost screamed from the sudden movement.  I could see his eyes now: cold, menacing, vivid, blue eyes.  Like the color of the summer sky; Bilbo's sword, Sting; and Neptune's blue storm.  He was looking at me as if he could see my life, thoughts, and emotions.  I tried to stay calm, but I ended up feeling nervous and weak.  I don't know how long he stared at me, until I heard him whisper, "Death."

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