The Chronicles of Fallen Stars
Book I
I'Megiltura en'Anoron (The Swordmaster of Dawn)
A/N: My first attempt at writing a Forgotten Realms fanfic. This is set in the near future of Faerun, around 1400s DR. Most human characters are dead (due to old age), but some dwarves and most elves are still alive. Also, this story contains references from some other games, books, my ideas, etc., so don't be surprised if you encounter places/things that don't exist in the Forgotten Realms.
Note: The main character is not Drizzt! It's someone I made up. I'm pathetic at creating names for characters; so if anyone has suggestions, please post them on your reviews. Most characters "borrowed" from their respective authors are way OOC. Sorry, but I kinda had to make it that way for my storyline to work. Also, I need some help on making up titles for my chapters, so if anyone has suggestions, please post them along with your reviews. R&R, please!
Disclaimer: I do not own the places or characters in this fanfic, except for the characters that I made up. All other characters or places are property of Wizards of the Coast and the characters' respective authors.
The storyline is weird and strange, and also kinda stupid, but if you follow along, then you might actually like it.
Prologue
The shadowy recesses of the cave hid the voices of a raiding party that was camped inside it. The drow leader spoke to his comrades. "We are to not leave a single elf alive. Lolth has ordered us to kill every single one of them. We must obey her commands, for dreadful things will ensue if we don't."
Another drow spoke up. "How do you know the elves will not defeat us in combat?"
The leader spoke yet again. "Do not doubt the power of Lolth! She will bless us. No elf can defeat us, if we believe in Lolth!"
"Is that so?" whispered a quiet voice hidden by the shadows. The startled drow raiding party reached down to their belts, where their weapons lay concealed.
"Who dares intrude upon the camp of the drow!" shouted the drow leader in low drow.
"I, bane of dragons, wielder of the silver blades, chosen of Corellon Larethian, does so!" responded the stranger clearly in high drow.
The dark elves paled and drew their weapons. "We will not fall to you, famed Gwilaeron of the North Winds!" spoke the drow leader. "Though you are strong, you are only one in number, while we are many. Attack!"
A drow foolishly leapt upon the elf. One of them foolishly charged directly at him, only to see him disappear and reappear again, directly in front of him. The bladesinger merely smiled and plunged his blade deep into the drow's black heart. "So it goes," spoke the elf. "Who's next?" The drow were hesitant, but with another shout of their leader, they reorganized and all charged at the bladesinger.
They slashed with their drow-made swords, managing to score a dozen of annoying blows, but the bladesinger prevailed, cutting down drow after drow.
After several minutes of fighting, only one drow lived to survive. He was bleeding from dozens of cuts and slices, all mortal wounds. He spoke his final words. "Fool, I will live again with my queen, Lolth! I now curse you by the power of—"
He never finished. A blade cut him apart before he could finish his dying curse. "So they die." The elf turned around and walked out to the night.
A/N: So do you like it? Please R&R! I know it's kinda short, but stay tuned for the next chapter!