Fate of Awakening Love
A/N: This is my first fanfic ever so sorry if it doesn't quite live up to what you expect. I don't really have an good summery for this other than it's yet another twisted version of the Forgotten Realms works. In this case I'm using R.A. Salvatore's works. It's another Drizzt fic.
Disclaimers: I do not own any characters you recognize in this story. They belong to the people who invented them and their companies. I'll point out my own characters every time they come up just to be sure.
The song I used is "Holding Out For a Hero" I didn't pay attention to who wrote it when I watched the end credits for Shrek 2, just that it was performed by Jennifer Saunders. Anyways, it's not mine either.
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Prologue: The Song of Battle
Where have all the good men gone and
where are all the gods?
He heard the voice through his daze of semi-consciousness. He had heard it somewhere before, though for the moment he could not place it. He looked around slowly trying to focus. They were still chained to the wall, no surprise there. Where exactly they were he could not tell. He looked over to the face of one of his companions, they had heard the voice too.
Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising walls?
The sound of soft footsteps came clearly. The young woman had entered the room. He tried to get a good look at her but failed. It seemed that she was cloaked in some kind of shadow. Her long robe-like dress almost shone in the dim light as did her long, ebony hair and the two fans she now held in her pale hands. All these things were clear to his vision, but as much as he tried, he could not gaze clearly at her face.
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need...
All in the room silenced as she came fully into view. The drow priestess gasped in outrage. How could one human girl have so easily entered her complex? It didn't matter, she decided. The girl would be destroyed. With a laugh she commanded all of her soldiers to attack and kill the girl who now had a knowing smile on her face. The young woman merely opened her fans and took her fighting stance. The drow priestess laughed again at the foolish girl. She had no idea what she was in for.
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
The young woman's body tensed as the drow soldiers attacked, but she was more than ready for them. She had, after all taken on the others in the complex to get to where she was now. She was neither foolish nor prideful, she knew what she was up against. Thus she proceeded into the battle with all caution. The young woman willed the magic in her fans to action and jumped into the air. The first drow who attempted to strike her missed, only to be sliced in half by the fan's blades.
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast and
he's gotta be fresh from the fight
He tried once again to focus on her face as she cut down the drow soldiers. He felt that she was no enemy and no doubt she would help them escape. There was something familiar about her though, something he could not place. He knew her from somewhere he was sure of it, but where? He winced when a drow soldier attacked her from behind. Once again she jumped into the air, turning a back flip and landing behind her attacker. He spun around to face her only to have his throat slashed by the fanblade.
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light
Her fanblades twisted and turned in a deadly dance. For every foe that attacked her three fell as well. The drow soldiers were starting to lose their heart for the battle but feared their matron's wrath more than the death promised by the young woman. They continued to attack. They continued to fall. Soon, out of the original seventy soldiers there was only about a score left.
He's gotta be sure and he's gotta be soon and
he's gotta be larger than life; larger than life...
The drow matron looked on in horror as the young woman cut down her soldiers. Many of them were her finest and had no chance.. This young human did not bode well for her plans. She looked to her daughters and found that one of them was in the throes of casting a spell. She looked on her daughter with approval. Her fighters were all males after all and expendable, but how would the human fare against a drow priestess?
Somewhere after midnight in my wildest fantasy,
somewhere just beyond my reach there's someone reaching back for me...
She saw the spell coming long before it was launched and was well prepared for the impact. The drow had underestimated her severely, but such was their fault to any race that wasn't their own. The spell hit her full force but was reflected back onto its caster by her armor. The returned spell hit the wall behind the priestess but had successfully knocked her off her feet and unconcious.
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a super man to sweep me off my feet
The drow matron screamed in outrage, how could this have happened? She knew now that they had underestimated their enemy, but she still believed herself above the human. She was a high priestess of Lolth, there was no way she would be defeated by some human girl no matter how powerful. She prayed to her goddess with all her might asking for spells that would destroy the girl.
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast and
he's gotta be fresh from the fight
Blood and gore continued to fly across the room. The young woman did not like to fight, but she was not unsatisfied with the results of the battle. She knew that with every kill she was closer to setting her friends free and that was all that mattered. Her fan cut upwards, another drow dead with a gash deep into his face. Her fan sliced downwards, off went another drow's head. There weren't that many left now, just a few more.
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light
He's gotta be sure and he's gotta be soon and
He's gotta be larger than life; larger than life
The companions watched as the battle was nearing its end. They were all fully awake now and wondering what would happen. Surely this girl was unlike any they had ever seen. Not many they had seen we're able to battle an entire drow regiment alone. They hoped that she would survive the battle, not only would such skill be wasted but so too would her beauty. It would be a shame indeed for such a beautiful creature to fall.
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
and the storm and the flood
The drow priestess heard the answer of her goddess and felt the energies of the spell within her flesh. Now the girl would fall. She began the necesary chant for the spell dreaming of the glories her goddess would reign upon her for the death of this meddlesome human. Her chant reached its crescendo and her spell was released.
I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood
The young woman raised one of her fans as a shield and once again willed it to work its magic. This time instead of slashing through the drow soldiers she slashed it though the air. Crescant shaped blades of fire erupted from the fan and cut down the remaining soldiers. She looked up into the face of the drow priestess who only had one more word to speak as the ending for her spell, it appeared, however, that she was savoring the moment.
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
he's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast and
he's gotta be fresh from the fight
The young woman raised her fan once again, this time concentrating more energy into the fire to come. The drow priestess flashed her evil smile and spoke the end of the spell. At the same time the young woman cried out "Dance of Blades!" and released her own spell. Once again the crescent shaped blade of fire erupted from her fan, only this time more powerful. The drow priestess's fireball thundered through the cave. They collided in mid-air.
I need a hero!
Drizzt Do'Urden woke suddenly from his Reverie.