My first fanfiction so please be easy on the reviews ty! ^^
Resurrection of Fate
Chapter 1: Reminisce
It's been nearly a hundred years since that fateful day. The day he had lost his beloved Catti-brie. Many of his friends are gone and now Drizzt Do'urden is now alone in the world. True he has found new friends, but they pale in comparison to the ones who had first accepted him, to the ones who had first showed him compassion despite his race. He'll never forget them and his heart ached for them. The drow knew it was highly unlikely, but he prayed that one day he would wake up and find Catti-brie and the others in front of him smiling at their drow comrade. Tears streaked down his ebony face from his purple eyes that marked him as different from his race.
"You're thinking about them aren't you?" came a voice.
Drizzt spun around to see Jarlaxle. At first, the drow mercenary seemed like an ambitious enemy only to satisfy his own needs but now that was not the case. He had become a trusted friend, one of his original companions to survive to this day. "I can't help it…"
"They don't want you to be miserable Drizzt, you know that…"
"How can I not be? Please Jarlaxle…have you…?"
Jarlaxle sadly shook his head to avoid meeting Drizzt's gaze, "I'm sorry, I haven't found her yet…"
Tears threaten to break forth; it took every ounce of his willpower not to shed them. The enchanted bow still clung to his back, the bow that Catti-brie once held and the necklace Regis had made for him hung around his neck. His last memoirs of his dear friends…
Jarlaxle wasn't sure how to comfort the ranger, his words would either incur his wrath or break him which he has no intention of doing. He could only think of one thing.
"I heard that some giants have invaded the southern region, perhaps we can go investigate?"
Drizzt took his words into consideration. "What about them?"
"Bah, Kimmuriel handled them very well without me. I think he can handle it a bit more."
That made Drizzt smile a bit; at least he won't be alone on this journey. The mercenary was glad to see the ranger smile after such a long time.
"Let's go."
It's been a hundred years since his banishment of the drow ranger's hands. Soon it would be the time of his release and take his vengeance once again. The demon had underestimated Drizzt once again much to his dismay but this time he will not fail. Errtu put his fingers to his chin and think carefully. How can he make the ranger suffer? How can he make Drizzt Do'urden scream for the mercy of death? He thought but nothing significant came to his mind. But then it struck him. Errtu recalled the drow having a human for his wife which disgusted him. Yes, he thought, I'll make him suffer at the hands of the one he so dearly loves. What a better way to suffer than by the hands of the one he has called his beloved? Oh yes, it would be delicious, vengeance is a dish best served cold. He would find a way to bring Catti-brie back, control her, and use her against her husband. Errtu began to cast a spell and probed around Toril to look for the human woman.