Okay, a second story. I know, I should be updating Kaylu but I'm ddebating what exactly the next chapter should be for that one. I have two that I want to do... but only one that I can do. So, I'm posting this story. I've had this idea for a while.
It most came from my thoughts that Lloth, evil as she is, wouldn't really condem the Do'Urdens she had loved so much because of just Drizzt. It didn't make sense to me. So, I thought, what if that means that Drizzt's ancestors, were similar to him. Tried and succeed in leaving Menzobarrenzan and creating new lives for themselves. And thus, Izzomin Do'Urden and Alydra Kenneld/Sarabella Overlius were born!
Disclaimer : I do not own the world of forgotten realms! But most of the character's in this story are mine.
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I don't suppose the insane ever actually consider themselves insane. In fact - they most likely think they're the most sane people in the world. So what Nador did could be justified by the fact that he thought what he was doing was really a work of genius. From a third person's veiw, however, we can quick establish that what he did was was the work of a complete and utter lunitic.
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Nador grinned foolishly to himself as he crept through the caves, though why he crept is a mystery. Held carelessly in his arms was a screamin baby, starved and dirty. Her small black face scrunched up in agony as he snuck through the caves, snickering.
The Lloth obsessed man had only one thing on his mind, get the baby as far from Menzobarrenzan as possible. Where would that be? The surface of course. He quickened his paced in delight, anticipating his own death. That was what he craved, to be sacraficed to Lloth. He could give his life to her as a preistess so he would do the next best thing - he would give his life to her. Of course, a willing sacrafice wouldn't have been looked apon kindly - though not many individuals in Menzobarrenzan had ever been looked apon kindly - so he did the only thing he could think of. He stole his daughter.
Alydra screeched again, loosing her breath and gasping for air, silent. Ghaun'aere Kenneld, the blasted matron, would be searching for her franticly. Alydra was the only daughter she had ever birthed - five sons were her only other children.
It was the final leg of his journey, the opening to the surface world was not far. He had traveled this route before, many times, on raids when he was a young drow. He could already smell the air, to... light? He could think of anyway to discribe the crisp air the wafted around the surface. Alydra cried out again and he ran to the opening. The moon was the only source of light above as he eased his way out - looking worriedly side to side. He ran to the trees and searched until he found the perfect spot to lay the young child, in the lump of root nicely shaped. Her neck needed to be supported after all. He tucked her blanket around her to keep her from getting cold in the night and patted her cheek.
"Now, now. This is for Lloth, little one. Be proud of your sacrafice!" He gushed, pulling a dagger from his pocket. He slit the pads of his fingers and wiped the blood on her cheeks. "Well- this will help the predators find you quicker! Be thankful, I did that for you. Scream louder! They need to hear you, foolish child." He muttered, straightening quickly and, after smiling proudly at her once more, turned back to the caves, ready to be sacraficed to his goddess, for his goddess.
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Mathias Overlius was just turning ninteen, a young health man. Life on a farm was toned his body well was baked his skin to a constant deep tan. He walked through the field that night silently, listening carefully for the sound that had awoken him. A baby. The cries were coming from deep in the woods. Deter, his faithful dog, was ahead of him, following the sound curisouly too. After a good fifteen minute hike he found the child. Seeing is alone, no camp in sight he ran forward, scooping up the child and tighening the blanket. He cradled the baby to his chest and shushed it. "My god - how long have you been here? Hours? Days? You must be starved..." He murmered hurrying to the small village instead of his home. He knew the lady Gwendelyn had just birthed a child and would be willing to feed the poor baby - for the right price. Gwen was a cheap woman who had more children the he had farm animals.
The village was dead quiet be the time he reached it, the only life a cat perched on the pile of crates by the shop door. He hurried along the dirt road to the house he sought. Gwen lived in a small apartment above the local pub with her four boys. He pounded on the door guiltily, knowing that even she would be sleeping at this hour. He knocked continuiously until he heard the shuffle of feet and her call out, "I'm comin'! Quiet down!" Almost imstantly he stopped and waited, patiently, for her to anwser the door. Within moments a bleary eyes woman greeted him.
Gwendelyn was in her mid twenties with a small build and perfect features. A real beauty. A heart shape face was framed by gorgeous curls the color of rust that set off the bright moss green eyes. He smiled slightly at the familiar face and chuckled at her shocked look. "Mathias? Mathias Overlius, is that you? Why... How... What are you doing here?" She hissed, moving aside to let him in. She gasped in surprise when she spotted the bundle in his arms.
"What happened?" She promptly grabbed the baby and hurried to the kitchen. Polite as always, Mathias turned away while she fed the child.
"...I found her. In the forest." He explained softly, relaxed to know that the baby at least had food now.
"Well, I'll feed the little thing for- Oh my!" Gwen nearly dropped the child as she pulled away the blankets, revealing the small drow. It screamed at the strange light and struggled. Mathias turned to her quickly and came over.
"What is it? Oh... Oh wow." He gasped, taking in the blood smears on her cheeks. "Is.. it hurt?" He whisphered, not quite sure what to think.
"Hurt? Hurt? I hope so!" She hissed moving to shove it away.
"Gwen! It's a baby. It won't hurt you, the drow arn't born evil, we need to help this little... thing." He move dthe blankets uncertainly and peeked at her. "A girl. It's a girl."
Gwen looked down at the girl in her arms warily. "I suppose." She muttered, pushing him away and moving to feed it again. Mathias quickly looked away and walked to the other side of the room.
"So what are you going to do? With the baby, I mean. I could feed it but it'll need food every four hours." She said primly, looking over at him.
"Well... I don't know." He said finally. He thought of the farm he lived on, the large farm. He had inherited it when his father died, being his only child. His mother died in childbirth and his father never remairred.
"The way I see it, you'll need me around a lot, and you got that big ol' farm of yours. More then enough room for little ol' me and my boys... I could stay with you. It'd be good for all of us. I know how to run a farm, my papa had one. I could help and take care of this little girl." Her mind was dancing with possiblities, picturing herself safely tucked away in the large farm, comfortable and happy with her boys and her husband. Mathias. She grinned ot herself gleefully, Gwendelyn Overlius. It sounded elegent.
"I suppose that could work. I could pay you, too, but I think just living there with the boys would be enough to cover it. I'd make sure you all had food." He mused, "Then, when she's done feeding you could come back here."
Gwen glared up at him silently but nodded. "Yes, that would work."
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S'zordriin Do'Urden watched silently as his son wobbled across the floor, the young boy having just learned how to walk. He smiled ever so slightly at the child's helplessness and glanced to his mother, LiNeeere. She was paying the boy no mind, bent over whatever scrolls she was studying. Izzomin stumbled over to his mother and clutched her knee. "Ma..." He cried, pulling the robe. With a quick look of disgust she pushed the child off of her, not noticing when he fell to the ground. Izzomin sniffled in pain but didn't cry out, already knowing not to cauise his mother distress or annoy her. He looked to S'zor who met is gaze coldly.
"The matron wants you." He said cooly to LiNeeere, never breaking his gaze with the boy. After muttering in annoyance the woman rose gracefully and brushed past him.
"Don't touch those." Was all she said as she exited the room. Trieltana scurried forward and grabbed her young brother, glancing quickly at S'zor before leaving the room hastily. He smiled at her retreating figure, glad to be able to intimidate LiNeeere's eldest daughter.
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Chapter one is done! The last little bit is just a peek into Izzomin's childhood and give you an idea of what the age difference is between Alydra and Izzomin.
So please, tell me what you think! I really need to know if you think it's worth continuing.