The first arrow flew as true as any he had ever shot. The razor sharp point struck home in the foul creature's chest and slowed in its flight, but passed through the monster. Any living creature would have dropped. It was then that Elladan recognized their foe. This was the undead legacy of a human long since passed. It's soul, filled with shadow, had returned to haunt the place of his death. It was a Barrow Wight. Elladan shouted out to his companions:
"It is a Wight, a creature of the shadow!"
The thick, grey fog summoned by the creature had encircled the camp and was closing in all around them.
Elladan spied the dwarf readying his axe. He flashed to a memory of a song taught to the elven children. Like most of the songs of the elves, it was sung with purpose.
"When the lifeless ones rise from the shadow
the darkness resists the spear and the arrow
to drive a Barrow Wight from this land
use the light from a burning brand"
"Braegin, it fears the fire!" Elladan shouted. The dwarf quickly turned to the campfire and hoisted a burning timber aloft as he would a mighty great-axe. He smashed it down into the shoulder of the advancing creature.
The fire stunned the Wight for a moment. It paused and emitted a blood curdling scream of pain and hatred.
Elladan used the precious second to pull an arrow from his quiver and swing it through the campfire, setting it ablaze.
He quickly nocked the arrow and aimed for the glowing skull of the Wight. The flaming arrow found it's home in the eye socket of the foul creature. It shrieked hideously and in a sound similar to a small clap of thunder, it collapsed upon itself in a green mist and vanished.
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