I spent last night and most of today befuddled between which scene to place in next. O3o. Remember, REVIEW! Constructive criticism is much appreciated. SORRY FOR LACK OF UPDATES, I was lazy D:

The Chaos moon had faded into the bright blue that was now taking place in the sky. The sun shone in through the window of Zaythl's room, awakening both himself and his slave. He sat up in his bed, covered in sweat. Bad dream, perhaps? He couldn't remember. He swung his legs over the side and hauled himself up.

Mesirsallel sat up slowly also, rubbing her eyes like a small child. Her stomach grumbled loudly as she got up. The High Elf winced; her joints were aching terribly. What she didn't notice, though, was her master watching her. When she looked up, his hand was outstretched towards her.

She didn't take it, keeping her arms straight against her sides. He let his hand drop as he spoke,

"Come on. Let's go find us something to eat," he unlocked the door as he chattered. Mesirsallel hated how he used the phrase 'we'. Zaythl pushed the door open, turned his head to make sure his slave was following him, and walked into the main hall. This time he took an unexpected turn, strolling into a grand room.

The walls, unlike the rest of Ghrond's Sacristy, were a vibrant gold with silver accents. Large tables were set around the room, filled by at least a hundred Dark Elves. The young sorcerer guided himself and his High Elf servant to a table, filling in two cushioned chairs. They were surrounded by a group of already drunken people.

One reached out to put his arm around Mesirsallel.

"Aye, Zayth.. Who's this?" a slurred voice sputtered out. Another reached out and took her hand.

"Yeah, who is she?" came another as more of the group came over and began to touch her shoulders, arms, etc.

The High Elf's face was less than pleased; Zaythl's not much better. Her face was a bright red, eyebrows drawn together in frustration. When one reached over to touch her chest; however, her expression was contorted into rage. Mesirsallel whirled around, her clenched fist being pushed into the Elf's nose. As he pulled back, nose bleeding, she grabbed the wrist of another drunk holding her and twisted it while elbowing the Elf behind her.

With both arms now free, she snatched the hem of the shirt of the last drunken Dark Elf and came nose-to-nose with him.

"Don't touch me again, you bastard." She angrily said as she shoved him to the floor. While her master and the rest of the people in the room, watched in horror, she dove onto the man and began to dig at his face with her nails. The slave swung wildly, smashing against his jaw and nose. Seeing that his servant might kill the foolish Dark Elf, Zaythl shoved back his chair and rushed over. He gripped her shoulders and dragged her back, her arms flailing.

He pulled her out of the room, with her screeching like a banshee. He set her down just outside and glared at her.

"What the hell was that about?" he fired at her.

"They were all over me, what would you like me to say?" she shot back at him.

"What I want you to DO is to not ever fucking do that again! That's my reputation on the line. As one of Malekith's top sorcerers I do not wan-"

She cut him off. "Oh, so this is about ego, is it? Reality check, you egotistic bastard, we don't stay up top forever," she yelled. "Just take a look at me!"

In his fury, he pushed her to the ground. As she fell, she grabbed onto the hem of his robe and dragged him down with her. They smacked at each other, but Mesirsallel was much more skilled at hand-to-hand fighting than he was. She rolled on top of him and dug her thumbs into his eyes, making him scream and writhe in pain. The High Elf was about to dig his eyes out when a strong voice came from across the hall.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Cliffhanger o2o.