A/N: Well, another romance story. Hm, I would never say I'm such romance freak :D Nevertheless, hope you will like and review this story ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing - just Elvorfiring (poor, poor Elvorfiring - I use her for every NWN fic of mine - but the stories are not sequels, prequels etc.! The only thing they have in common is name of the main protagonist!), some dialog/thinking stuff .
It seems so long when he met her.
Her, beautiful elven bard and beginning dragon apprentice. She came to Port Llast with her companion, half-orc Daelan Red Tiger. They made awesome team. He felt attracted to her from the very beginning. Everytime she spoke to him, she smiled on him. From some (in that time) incomprehensible reason it warmed his heart. Soon he caught himself looking forward to her returns and for the conversations with her. She always listened carefully.
"Don't worry, Aarin - I promise not fall asleep before hearing your story out!"
"Aarin? Who was Calli?"
"Aarin, when we spoke lately, you mentioned someone of name 'Calli'..."
Her, who was able to see through his façade, through the shadows he was hidden it. And more than that - she wanted to see his true himself and wanted to be his friend.
"But would you even wanted to be friend with me, Elvorfiring?"
She smiled happily. "I'd love to, Aarin."
Her, whom he gave the amulet of his mother. She wore it all the time since he gave it to her.
"You wouldn't trust me, if I told you how bright it shines! It's the best gift I've ever got! Thank you."
Her, who was so concerned about the others well-being. She helped one women in Luskan's brothel to get her child back...
"Daelan, you'll have to defend me before we get there!"
"Elvorfiring, what's happening?"
"It's okay, Aarin. Really," she answered, turning to him. And then he saw the reason why Daelan should protect her. Small crying bundle in her arms.
"I have to go to his mother, if you excuse me. Sorry for bringing him here - but it's much shorter and safer way."
... and who cried about the murdered children of Londa.
She struggled out of the portal, crying uncontrollable. Daelan was by her side and helped her through the portal. Aarin jumped to her.
"What's happened?"
She sobbed. "He killed them all, Aarin. All... all nine. What should I say to their mother, Aarin? What should I say to her?"
Her, who went because of Neverwinter to the past, to the Spine of the World itself - and returned.
"Eh, tell me I won't have to meet so many almost unkillable golems again."
Her, who confronted him about his feelings. Her, who loved him back.
"I'm not Calli and you're not Aribeth, Aarin. Don't judge us like them! Because we are working for Neverwinter doesn't mean we end like them!"
With sad look in his eyes he responded: "I know, Elvorfiring. But I'm still worried about it. I'm not sure would be able to say the words I would like to say."
She stepped closer and lifted her eyes. "Then let me to say them first. I love you."
Her, who helped to save the city he swore to serve.
"I guess we should attack as soon as possible! Morag is dead and they won't be able to defeat us now! To arms, everyone!"
Her, who had to execute her friend.
"May you meet Fenthick again in afterlife, Aribeth. And be happy with him in your death, when you couldn't be in your life."
And her, who left him, when the time of decision between her and his duty came.
Dear Aarin,
I know it sounds like a cliché but I'm sorry to leave you. I remember the dialog we have when I was searching for the Words of Power. I didn't want to make you betray your beloved city just because I keep arguing with Nasher. It hurts me be without you. If you ever will be set free of your duty and would you still want to find me, use your spies. I will wait for you.
With all my love,
Elvorfiring
A/N: End of prologue! Please, report me any grammar errors you find. And don't forget to send a review! ;)