I'll try and update these as soon as possible, hope you guys like the story so far and I take no credit for the Drizzt series whatsoever. I did some research to see what had happened to Toril after the events of the Spellplague but it might not be accurate so please don't chastise me I just wanted to add some parts to this story since it's been a century since the Ghost King and wanted to keep everyone updated that a lot has changed after the Spellplague...R.I.P. Mystra, Goddess of Magic and Alustriel (she and the 7 sisters have disappeared too) *cries*

Chapter 4: Suffering

Catti-brie emerged from the portal of which Errtu has created and now was back to Faerun...alive and a sixteen year old woman again. She glanced over the horizon and saw the sun coming up as she shed some tears, remembering the happy times she spent with Drizzt watching those beautiful sunrises before her death...

Now she is here to kill her beloved drow and that pained her deeply. Drizzt had suffered nearly his entire life, she doesn't want to add more to his suffering.

She glances down to the grave that was in front of her, of her own and Regis' grave. Catti-brie allowed herself a small smile, at least Regis didn't have to go through what she is going through now. Her grave mound was all but empty because of Errtu's demonic work and his plot for vengeance. She struggled to just thrust herself back into her own grave to avoid harming the one she loves but had no power whatsoever.

"Walk..." a voice echoed throughout her mind.

"No." She blurted out. Her defiance has costed her to bend over in agony as Errtu casted a spell that caused extreme pain to Catti-brie's mind.

"Don't make me repeat myself again...walk." This time she did and headed south to where the demon said Drizzt will be heading. She cried, this is not how she wanted to be reunited with her love one. The human woman pray that when they do meet...she hoped Drizzt will have the courage to put her out of her misery.

Meanwhile in a village a little south of the mountains where Mithril Hall is. Drizzt and Jarlaxle talked to the locals about the migrating giants.

"Ever since the spellplague...a lot of strange stuff have been happening," one villager muttered and the others murmur in agreement. Toril has acquired a new..."sister planet" and is now call Albeir-Toril as the two worlds made some "exchanges". From the rumors Drizzt have heard, some continents have disappeared and new ones have just suddenly emerged out of nowhere. Creatures that have never been seen before like the Dragonborn who were native to Albeir but now inhabit this world. From the reports, it looked like the giants were just trying to find a new home and hasn't been bothering the southern villages, only to pass by much to the relief to the drow. And who can blame them? Something has invaded the home of the giants, although they're not sure what it is, and they're force to move out. Drizzt wondered if it's even safe for the dwarves of Mithril Hall although the alliance to the orc kingdom Many-Arrows are held on a tight string and the disappearance of Lady Alustriel have caused a deep disturbance among the leaders of the Silver Marches. The drow ranger wondered what else have gone aware since the terrible Spellplague...

After receiving assurance from the villagers that the giants are not bothering them, Drizzt and Jarlaxle proceeded to Calimport and take a ship to the rumored new continents that have appeared since it has intrigued Drizzt's curiosity. Perhaps he can find a new home, something that Drizzt has been longing for a while now and maybe the new continent will take away those painful memories...and begin new and happy ones. Or maybe new foes, he muttered to himself. Drizzt laughed at himself, he had almost missed Artemis Entreri. Why would he miss the human man that had tried to kill him so many times? Perhaps it was because he was a worthy foe, one of the few who can match his skills in close combat

"Do you suppose there's drow on other worlds?" Drizzt asked Jarlaxle.

"I suppose, after all there are many more worlds out there, some entirely different or similar. Although you'll have to ask a mage about that question," the mercenary chuckled since he doesn't have the required talent for magic even though he carried a lot of enchanted, magical items on him but it doesn't make him a true sorcerer. Drizzt grimaced, magic users all over the world have either lost their ability, died, or disappeared and thus many mages have now turn to martial training in fear of their own spells. It is safe to assume that the Weave is repaired to its proper order since some sorcerers have begun casting spells again but with very much caution.

If only Catti-brie hadn't had that leg injury...

Drizzt shook his head. It wouldn't do him any good, he had failed his beloved in her most dire time of need and one of his dear friends Cadderly is now trapped forever between this world and the Shadowfell trying to ward off the dracolich, Ghost King. Most sadness took in as he remembered Regis had also tried to help Catti-brie but died along with her. Drizzt sank into despair, he had caused the deaths of three of those most precious to him and couldn't do nothing to save them as he had saved so many others.

Jarlaxle was able to pick up on Drizzt's mind and sighed out loud. "It wasn't your fault, you and they know that."

Drizzt knew that the mercenary was right but he couldn't help but feel guilty, he had some part of their deaths and did nothing.