"You sent Feynriel to a Templar?"

Vincento, with his Antivan accent, said, "No, no I sent him to someone that could help."

Alyne was getting frustrated. He said he would help that woman get her son back, but the father, who was human oddly enough, didn't seem to think his son needed anymore help. When Alyne asked to speak to him Feynriel's father, Vincento, said it was taken care of. The only other information Alyne got out of Vincento was that a former Templar was the one helping Feynriel.

"Please you do not understand, I am a newcomer to Kirkwall and I know how elves are treated—hell your own son's mother is in the alienage!—but he also has magic. And I only want to help."

Vincento glared at Alyne, "You only wish to help? Ha! I know well the reward for turning a mage over to the Circle, and my son—no matter how little I see him—will not be in that sort of hell."

Alyne's anger got the best of him and he grabbed Vincento's throat. He started to squeeze tighter and he noticed Vincento trying to say something. Alyne squeezed even tighter for a moment then let him go. Vincento was coughing to and trying to clear his throat so he could speak. As he righted himself he noticed that Alyne's right hand was holding what looked like a ball of moving purple essence. And in front of him Alyne conjured a sword.

Alyne pointed his new sword at Vincento and said, with ice in his voice, "You will tell me where your son is."

Vincento was speechless for a moment before he near shouted, "Maldicion! You're a mage!"

Alyne lowered his blade, hi voice was calm, "Now will you tell me?"

Vincento sighed an said in a sad tone, "I just wanted to help him. So I sent him to Samson. You can find him tonight in Lowtown."

Alyne spared Vincento one last glance before he turned and started towards Lowtown. 'Lowtown? At night? That seems...easy' and easy it was for after night fell Alyne, who had been waiting in Lowtown easily came across Samson. Unlike Vincento, who Alyne had to threaten to get anywhere, all he had to do with Samson was toss some coins on the ground. And wait till Samson got off the ground with his money. Samson told Alyne that he had sent Feynriel, who had no money, to a captain he knew. And that the captain could be found at the Docks. After punching Samson in the gut, doubling him in pain, Alyne left for the Docks.

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'There it is' Alyne was crouching in the shadow as he watched the captain that Samson had told him about enter a private dock. The captain left two guards on watch-dog duty and they—stupidly—stood on each side of the door. Alyne pulled his bow from his back and conjured an arrow, and aimed at the first guard. Time seemed to slow down as Alyne drew the arrow back, he saw everything clearly. He waited till he saw his opening; the guard looked to his left and got an arrow to his skull. The other guard was looking in the other direction so it took him a moment to look back to his now dead companion, and in that moment he got an arrow to his knee, and that was followed by a heavy stomp to the face.

After the easy break-in Alyne slowly and quietly moved through the shadows until he came across something odd. Three men, who he catheterized as slavers, cornered a young girl in a room where the only exit was past him. Alyne was going to aid the girl, but before he could he noticed her flesh start to bubble and grow in sickening ways, her face enlarged and she got taller, and her final change was her voice. She turned into...'an abomination'

A dead voice said to the slavers, "You shall never have this girl. She is mine." and with that the abomination summoned shades and sent a fireball straight at the slavers.

Alyne watched in fascinating horror as the shades moved through the building, not noticing the elf, and started killing everyone within. Alyne didn't move he was sure of it, but a moment later the abomination turned toward him and in it's dead voice said, "You can come out now."

Alyne stood slowly, his bow still strained, "Tell me what are you, and where is the child?"

The abomination twisted it's wrist, filling the room with a cracking noise, "I am free. I am powerful. I am Morda. And the girl? Well she is now within the Fade and her body is mine."

Alyne aimed his bow at the thing head and said coolly, "What is this Fade?"

"I could tell you. However it is unimportant as in a few moments you shall be dead."

Alyne let his arrow fly and jumped to the left just in time to dodge a shade's attack. Alyne grunted as he rolled through his dodge and dropped his bow. The next second he started to conjure his blade, but the abomination, who had survived an arrow to the chest, sent a fireball at him and it missed, but the resulting explosion sent him through the wall and the rail on the other side of the wall. Alyne stood up and a cold sweat formed on his brow as he noticed five things; one, he was without his weapon. Two, he was surrounded by shades. Three, if he tried to summon any weapons he would leave himself open to all the shades. Four, the abomination, Morda, was summoning more shades. And finally and most disturbingly, he was thrilled. He hadn't been in such a predicament since his battle with an Ancient Dragon by Windhelm.

Alyne made the first move, and he jumped over the shades and made his way toward Morda. The shades grabbed at him, but his trained reflexes avoided them all. He was blocked by a wall of shades at one point, but he sent a fireball of his own and shattered the wall. However the time it took him to prepare his fireball allowed the shades to descend upon him. He sent punch after punch, kick after kick, but in the end he was overwhelmed and he lost. Then the world went black.

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AN

Here is yet another chapter, and to the few reviewers that said Nightingale; you were right. Review!

'this is for thoughts'

'this is for daemon's talk'