Of Two Worlds
I stepped silently on the stone ground outside of the halls where the dwarves dwell before they moved to Mithral Hall. My soft boots padded noiselessly as walked on towards the place known as Kelvin's Cairn, a place where my father would always sit to watch the sunrise acsend over the Icewind Dale. As I rounded the bend, I saw him, staring out over the cairn watching the changing colors of the sky. The soft pink, blues, and purples painting a beautiful portrait of the celestial morning. His cowl was thrown back, accepting the rays of the rising sun warm his face on the cool autumn morn.
I stood there a while before deciding to make my move. It seemed every morning we played this game, a game that my father would always win, but that is the reason why it is continually played. Everyday I vowed to myself that themext day I would be victorious.
However, before I could take another step, my father's voice called out, "I know you're there. You lose again."
I sighed. I may have lost this time but tomorrow is another day. I strode over to my father and sat down next to him and watched with him the ascending sun. We both looked on, until the light burned our sensitive eyes. I was slightly startled when I felt my father's hand upon my shoulder and I turned to him. His eyes were lavender and tears rimmed his eyelids and streak down the ebony skin of his face that was framed by white hair.
I gazed at him incredulously, realizing that those tears were not from gazing at the sun. "You were thinking about mother," I stated bluntly, but not without remorse.
Drizzt nodded and admitted, "Yes, I was thinking about her and of Wulfgar. Both long past."
I stood up and brushed back a bit of auburn hair that was streaked with white from my ebon-face. "I'm sure Mother and uncle Wulfgar wouldn't want us to dwelling on their passing. They knew it would come, they knew…" My voice voice trailed off and myhands clenched into fists as I fought back tears.
My mother was Catti-brie, adopted daughter of Bruenor, King of Mithral Hall. As I grew, I watched my mother grow frail and old, while my father, the great Drizzt Do'Urden remained young. They both knew of the trails that lay ahead, they knew that Catti-brie would die long before her lover would. They had accepted that fate, knowing it was inevitable since one was drow and the other was human.
I heard Drizzt move from his seat and accepted the hug of a loving father. I bit my lip to fight back the tears. I hated to cry. I felt weak when I cried. I don't know why though. "Father, why must humans' lives last for so short a time?" I had finally ask this question, the one that had been eating away at my for countless years as I watched my mother and my uncle grow old and frail until the two once proud warriors finally gave way to death's current.
"I have no answer to that, Jahie, it is just how things were made." Drizzt answered his arms still wrapped fatherly about my shoulders, shoulders that had slightly the more built of a human than a drow, but they still had the drows' slender form.
I pulled away from my father's embrace. Moments passed before I turned to look back at him, a small smile on my face, that I knew reflected greater in my crystalline eyes that held the color of the sky when the sun was finishing its route: the mixture blue and purple.
My father returned my smile with one of his own. I knew what he was thinking: he was reminiscing about how he could see Catti-brie staring out from my own eyes. I didn't mind, though, for whenever I saw my own reflection, that of ebony skin, auburn hair streaked with white and eyes a mixture of both my father and mother's I could see them looking back out at me. And this thought I would keep with me all my life.
This I do promise.
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A/N: Thank you Kat for catching my stupid mistake.... ' I feel really stupid now, but now I have it fixed. Thanks for catching my error