Forgotten Poisons

Part 7

Silver eyes were looking into his warmly, her smile gave him hope that they were going to beat the Valsharess and any other worries he had melted away. Ilmoth had the utmost respect for The Seer and enjoyed their conversations, though he would never admit his growing feelings for her. All the visions she had seen of the savior, Edenil, had come true thus far and this only strengthened his trust in her and any visions she may have in the future. If only he knew her real name.

"This is but a bump in the road, Commander, be it one that I didn't anticipate. Have faith." The Seer rested a hand on his shoulder. Her touch filled his stomach with butterflies.

"Yes, Mother Seer," he bowed and motioned for them to continue into the main hall where he could talk to his men about their updated strategies until their saviour became well.

The main hall was large and round, the same pillars that could be found in the rest of the building lined the outside of the room, the metallic grey structures glistened in the torch light. Opposite the entrance was a seat The Seer used, it too was made from the same grey metal as the pillars and had intricate gold details wrapping around the arms and down to the legs, a gold satin cover was draped over the chair for comfort and added appeal. Two rounded staircases reached up and behind the throne and framed the life-like statue of the Drow Goddess, Lolth, that had been erected at the very back of the building.

As they approached the throne she studied the men that had gathered in the main hall who were readily awaiting their new set of orders.

"Commander-"

"Ilmoth," He ducked his head, pink spread across his cheeks and he held his breath unaware of the reaction he was going to receive from their leader.

The Seer chucked quietly and nodded, "If you insist, Ilmoth...we will win this battle, this war. Please, while Edenil is recovering take the time to relax and ask your men to do the same. With her army falling apart now is not the time the Valshress is likely to lead an attack against us. Use this time well," her hand was once again resting on Ilmoth's shoulder.

"Thank you, Seer. I will debrief the men and give them the opportunity to take some time for themselves to recuperate." He nodded and reluctantly stepped away from her hand, the warmth on his shoulder lingered for a brief moment.

"May Elistree watch over-"

She stopped and her smile slowly faded, her eyes turned white in an instant. Commander Ilmoth's men stopped their conversations and looked intently over to where The Seer was having another one of her visions. This one, however, was brief. Her eyes returned to their silver hue, her breathing started to steady. Something behind Ilmoth had caught her attention.

"Do not be afraid, no harm will come to you."

The Seer watched intently as the half human, half elven male approached her, his silver armour was damaged and dirtied with blood and grime and she noted a puncture through the armour and his chest.

Finally, Lucien had found someone.

The woman's voice was getting closer and with every step he took forward her words were more easily understandable, he had stopped calling for Edenil when he heard this woman's voice. She was expressing her concern for her men, wanting them to get some rest while it was assumed that an army was weakened and wouldn't take the chance attacking at this time.

Lucien turned the corner and saw a woman in a long white dress, with skin as dark as night standing next to a large chair, her eyes were white. His head hurt for a moment and subsided as the woman spoke to him, her eyes now a dull silver.

"Do not be afraid, no harm will come to you."

He took a few steps forward, aware of other voices around him, and looked at the woman with a look of confusion and panic.

"Where is Edenil?"

"There is much I must tell you. Edenil is here, and she is safe, kivvil."

His brows furrowed, the last word she used sounded a lot like the other words he had been hearing from different conversations. A lot of the conversations were in the common tongue but every now and then foreign words would be used.

"I beg your pardon, m'lady, what did you just call me?"

The woman chucked and smiled, "When she first arrived here and heard me refer to her as 'kivvil' she said the same thing," Lucien stepped closer to her.

"I am The Seer, leader of the rebellion against the Valsharess and her armies. You are in Lith My'athar, a rebel base as I mentioned, in the Underdark. We gathered all the Drow who oppose the Valsharess and her rule here to keep them safe and to wait for the saviour to aid us in her defeat. This will be hard for you to understand, but certain events have occurred and Edenil is the saviour. Kivvil, in the common tongue, means surfacer.."

Lucien's head was spinning once again. He thought that when he found someone he would be able to get answers, not more questions. At least he knew Edenil was definitely here and she was safe, or so this woman claimed.

"I need to see her."

The Seer frowned, "I'm not sure that would be wise, she is ill and needs rest."

"Ill?! I need to see her, I need to make sure she's okay," with a few short strides he was merely a meter away from her. The Seer took a step back, worry evident on her face. She still wasn't sure of this man's intentions and did not trust him. It was only then that she realised Ilmoth was talking to her and had probably been doing so for a while.

Ilmoth had stepped in front of her, his sword was drawn and he barked for his men to protect The Seer. Lucien was confused and pained, he felt as if something else was occupying the space in which he was standing, his soul felt like leaving his body. He stepped back until the sensation stopped, back to the door he had entered the room through. He gathered himself and walked up to The Seer, but as soon as he took a few steps forward the sensation occurred again and he was forced backward. He was unable to get any closer to her.

Ilmoth had his men positioned in a circle around The Seer for protection, and from what she was telling him it was working. Apparently when the man went to step closer he would merge in with one of his men trying to stand in the same space but he was unable to stay there for long.

"Do not come any closer," she pleaded, "I do not want you, or these good men, to get hurt."

Locien let out a cry and punched the wall, he could feel an anger growing in him, an anger he had never experienced before. How dare they keep him from her. If there was anyone she needed right now it was him.

His elven ears pricked up as he heard the familiar heavyily armoured footsteps enter the room from the other side of the hall accompanied by two voices he had heard before in one of the hallways. Peering around The Seer he saw a figure floating in mid-air being held by an unseen force. The Drow in the middle of the room turned around putting her back to him.

"Valen, Nathyrra. He's here and I'm not sure she's safe," she said shakily as she held a hand up to halt them.

Locien watched as the person hovering off of the ground beind The Seer was slowly lowered to the ground, long curly hair being brushed behind pointed ears. He targeted in on the person. The way the hair sat is messy waves, the curves of it's body, the clan tattoo on one of the lean legs.

His breathing halted.

"Edenil."