The Half-Drow

Rizzen Do'Urden son of the famed drow outlaw Drizzt Do'Urden was ambling through the feast hall of Mithril Hall looking for some food. He tall about five feet eight inches and had light ebony skin. In elven years he was only seventeen but in human years he was fifty. He had white hair like his father, but he had the eyes of his mother, Cattie'brie. He was visiting his grandfather Bruenor Battlehammer, king of Mithril Hall. Rizzen lived in a one floored house a few miles from Mithral Hall. After he got a snack his father promised to continue his training in the use of two scimitars. Rizzen was looking forward to this very much. He had been learning the art of two handed fighting for about three years now and soon he would be talented enough to go off to see the world alone.

"Alright now, come up and parry then dodge to the right and stab at me," explained Rizzen's father Drizzt.

Down went Drizzt's scimitars, Icingdeath and Twinkle. Rizzen held his scimitars together so they made an x then parried the attack. Metal hit metal with a loud clank, and then Rizzen jumped to the side and stabbed at his father. His scimitar hit Drizzt in the hip.

"Dad, are you alright?" Rizzen asked proudly for this is the first time that he had ever hit his father.

"Thank goodness we were using those practice pads on are scimitars," Drizzt commented, "or I would have had a broken hip bone."

"Yea good thing you didn't break your hip other wise we wouldn't be able to train for a few months," Rizzen stated, "That would be a tragedy."

"Yes, a really big tragedy!" Drizzt joked.

They both burst out laughing for a good few minutes. Rizzen was so proud of himself that he had finally hit his father one of the best fighters in Faefun.

"You two seem like yer having fun!" cried a female voice.

There was Cattie'brie standing at the entrance to there training room. She was tall for a woman standing five foot nine, her auburn hair down to her waist. She was talented with her bow Taulmiral, but also had a sword named Khazad'hea that she could use just as good.

"Hey mom," Rizzen called.

"Ello Rizzen getting good with them scimitars I hear." called Cattie'brie with more of a dwarven accent than ever. Cattie'brie was a human but, she was raised by dwarves all of her life and every time she visited Mithral Hall her accent got stronger and stronger. "Yes he's truly talented in the use of two weapons," Drizzt explained.

"Yer still up to learning how to shoot a bow, Rizzen," Cattie'brie asked.

"Readier than ever mom!" Rizzen exclaimed.

"Good than, let's start now Rizzen!" Cattie'brie shouted excitedly.

"Err... Mom," Rizzen mumbled.

"No need to explain Rizzen I was just teasing yer. I don't expect you to go practice shootin' after four hours of sword fighting. Especially on an empty stomach," laughed Cattie'brie while patting her son on the back.

After finishing his double scimitar lessons Cattie'brie, Drizzt, and Rizzen walked through the twisting tunnels of Mithral Hall toward the feast hall. Rizzen was thinking along the way about how long he was supposed to live. As a half-drow he was expected to live only for about two hundred years while his father still had another four hundred years of life left in him. Rizzen thought deeply of how he could live with his father for the rest of Drizzt's days. Maybe he could try and get a magical ring that granted him another two hundred years of life like his mother had, but she only had one hundred years left on that ring then Rizzen would have to suffer about two hundred years without his mom. Rizzen shook the thought out of his head and came back to reality.