I don't own anything. Now, what about the story itself? This one is about Viconia, many people liked to center the fact she was drow, or at least, that was the impression I always got. In this fic, I'm trying to center more to her faith. Hope its not so horrible. : ) (This story contains some part of "Blood tainted can leave you alone", so I recomend you to read it before reading this one)
Who prays to the darkness is always betrayed
Viconia watched the sky of the night come, the sun fade from it. Shar now blesses us with the presence of the night, Viconia smiled to herself. She would not be weakened by the stupid surfacer light.
"We will camp here, we shall need strength for our battle against the Shade Lord" said Miradel's throaty voice.
The party nodded, and made their tents Then Viconia went to her own tent, not without listening an interesting talk.
Valygar made a nice enough job in being quiet, but couldn't help but make many of his steps noticeable to the drow's ears. She also heard Miradel's steps; she didn't seem to care if anyone listened her steps, for hers were quite noticeable.
What an interesting chat, thought Viconia, a smile crossing through her full lips. So, the jalil thinks that she and Valygar are pretty much the same just for the tainted blood, now her smile showed perfect white teeth.
She decided to get out of her tent , the chat had finished. She saw Miradel, the necromancer's eyes were wet, such a weakling you turned out to be, jalil, said Viconia to herself.
"What are you doing at this hour, mage?" asked Viconia tentatively. She could almost feel the pale female's cool stare direct to her mind. "It's none of your business, foolish drow" she said coldly. Viconia's stare hardened, she hated being insulted of that way. "You can hate me as much as you want, serpent" the necromancer continued insulting the drow "but at least, I have enough brain to stay away from people who could betray me." A smirk crossed Miradel's red-blood lips. "What do you mean by that, witch?" she hissed, something that brought even more amusement to Miradel's abiss-black eyes, "I'm not meaning just us, Viconia, but everthing you have around you, even your godess." She said, her feline grin widening, as she walked away, leaving Viconia alone.
What did she mean by that? That she would be betrayed by Shar? Her godess would never betray her... would she? She shooked her head, knowing that her godess would never do that. But then she remembered something about Shar's dogma: If the follower failed her or became useless to the Mistress of Night, She would stop granting powers to the priest. She cursed Miradel.
She would be tossed aside, if she failed. She would be powerless against the dangers of the surface, Lolth would take advantage and send her servants to kill her. She would be weak, and the weak ones always die.
She could die, now it was not only her drow heritage, but her faith , her shaking faith. She had to make a test, she grabbed a rusty knife and cutted her hand. She called for Shar to heal her, and no one answered.
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Viconia was lying unconsious, blood going through the wound of her hand. Aerie would have to act quickly before she lost too much blood. She made a prayer to Baervan, and the wound started closing, but Viconia was still unconsious.
A few hours later, the drow wake up.
"Are...are you okay?" asked the avariel. Even if she hated the drow, she would not let such a fate to one of her companions.
Viconia did not answer inmediatly. Her eyes narrowed, and she spoke without too much emotion "You still have power, wingless one, use it."
