E & L Drizzt and sedna Chap 10 Manipulating the time
I didn't forget abt the fic but was making Sanctuary and legacy, Nuada stories. It's my plan to continue this story though ideas are coming slowly…
Sedna ran through the symbols. Only some were significant, but not the language. Ah, time to finish the sketch. She opened the book's page to where Drizzt's picture was and began shading in one scimitar. Those swords did not look like one another. How had he acquired them? It was fun to engrave her own patterns on the blades.
She tightened her hold on the emerald. I will not let anyone die on my behalf again! Can I return to the past to investigate how my father died? Who murdered him? Tell me!
It said- no I cannot do that. Traversing the past is not within my ability.
What! It had promised to help her in its best ability, yet it refused to. If she could, then she wanted to reclaim her belongings and important items. Her father had them.
After so long, were the things still within the house?
"I know you can. I believe!"
Mistress it's safer to wait for Drizzt to awaken.
She gripped the table. He was still fast in the bed. No! I cannot risk him getting hurt again. Wait! Does that mean… we can both go? Sedna almost cried out, but suppressed her thrall.
Yes I can carry you both. I considered the options, I should be able to attempt something like that. She made plans with Spirit that she would picture the house as it was, then extract them out after it.
Drizzt returned from hunting, only to find the girl packing their belongings. She had folded his cloak too. "Hello! Where are we going?"
"To my ah.. world. I need to reclaim what is mine. My father's house," she replied, holding up the crystal. It was winking rapidly. "She can take us there! Will you come?" she hesitated. What if the drow was angry, she taking her own decisions.
His dark skin did not show his fury outright. But his body language was at ease. Drizzt was actually excited.
"Your world! It sounds intriguing. Can I… explore there?"
Sedna chuckled. If they could both have time, it was okay. The drow took her hand. She closed her eyes to focus. Making the shift would simply need focus, to see the house clearly. Spirit could transport them there. Her hand on his was tight and a little cold. The light was blinding so he had to close his eyes.
The blue walls with wide berths and corners, French windows, green carpets, the golden curtains,her computer….room of stuff toys. Sedna missed the place so much. "Don't let go of me, Drizzt."
Where was he? A squeeze and brush of hair on her. He told her he was ready.
Unlike how people in time transit will have a rough landing (hitting heads, sitting on each other, injuries sustained or dizziness and disorientation), the pair were safely on the ground inside her father's study! Sedna grinned. She shook his arm, and he peeked out. No more light. The emerald was in pieces, powder scattered on her. Both glittered like magical beings. Time had ceased in this world, therefore nothing had moved or been touched since the day Sedna's father died.
Drizzt got his bearings and explored the place. He had never seen a place like this before.
Gigantic shelves of tomes that were very high. Lightly the elf walked to one and beamed. He was a scholar. Sedna went to the huge desk of books and papers maybe her father had mentioned other things of the magical world. In that case, those must Not fall into evil hands. She would protect Faerun. A thumbdrive was still inside the port in his desktop.
"Drizzt can you keep watch? I don't think anybody will come. But…"
"Very well," he opened the doors and slipped outside. Emerald pulsed. Here! Come here!
Sedna picked the soft object and stuffed it into her pocket. She accessed the computer which showed what dad had been reading. Apparently before being shot, he had gathered precious information on mythical worlds. A file was about the drow race. Sedna glanced in his direction. No I must not agitate him. Is it possible to print out so I can refer to it?
The date was 25th September, one week after I ran from the hospital when dad died.
She gasped, so the present here had not been affected.
"Sedna." The drow sounded alert.
"Yes?" she had printed out some of the documents, they were churned out of the slot. "Are you collecting things? I'd suggest we make it fast. I sense something, though I cannot see who they are." He came in, hand on his belt. Sedna grabbed the sheafs of papers. Though I can't bring the computer, I won't leave the thumbdrive for them to find. The girl deleted everything on the hard drive, since they were on the portable device. Then looped the string over it. His drawer had guns and bullets. A crooked golden blade.
Drizzt blinked. That is unique…
Yes. the man liked all kinds of things. Spirit replied.
The drow nodded. And about my people. Is there anything about mysterious crystals with sentience? The hovering crystal spun on its axis, seeming to consider this opinion.
Silence. Drizzt focused on the outside.
Sedna touched the books on their spines. A passage o her room. A fake blue topping had fallen off its stand. He would keep his boots there. "This used to be my room. I'm going to take more time… how many of them are coming?"
The drow concentrated. He could see some people in a noisy shaky thing, in black. "A noisy thing on wheels, a carriage with people. They are coming, about 15 km away."
She cursed. Not enough time. He said they could not take them, because she was still new to the art of fighting. Sedna swept up her bag, diary, extra belt as she had lost weight, paints, two novels. Jewellery. Drizzt prepared a spell to darken their presence. But his spellcasting was too weak.
I can only hold this a few minutes. They won't see us for now. He made some complex gestures. Sedna cast about. That was all. She was sorry she couldn't protect the house. Touching his arm, she said they could go. The back doors to the orchard were down the stairs. Some men busted in and shouted. He pressed her back and blew.
Smoke engulfed them. The men babbled. Sedna blinked. It was an instrument the wizard had given him? He took her arm and crept past those jokers. Then both were outside. Spirit we leave now. She ordered. Crashes and smashing. They are smashing my home! Desecration! Sedna spun on her heel, fists clenched.
"No! We have to leave." The drow was firm and his normally friendly expression was taut with concern. He ducked in time as a bullet buried itself beside him. They both ran, following the lead of Spirit.
Trees shaded them. Otherwise the open space should be enough. Both held the crystal. She bade him to picture his country. Her eyes went silver…. He tried to. The image of his friend's home in the dwarven lands surfaced. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Icewind… Dale, home of Wulfgar, Catti brie, Bruenor – he visualized all of their faces. Naturally the background floated around them. At last Faerun's familiar landscape of the mountains, deserts, iced covered land…
Sedna hugged him. The brilliance of the glare.
Tears trickled down their cheeks. Sedna heard some shots in the distance and running footsteps. Damn, would Drizzt be injured? The emerald hummed and that blanketed every other sensation. The people of the past were gone.
Panting, a goon insisted, "Hey I saw them! A girl in ancient wear, and.. and a black elf! I swear it!" The chief, a fat guy in leatherskin and false rings on his chubby fingers smoked.
"Bullshit! The man's deluded. Anyone else say they saw two mythic cartoons running around here?" he commanded, puffing out smoke. His goon kept repeating as he was dragged away.
White hair! Tall guy can't be human! Some of the mafia also said so. The boss didn't believe a word of it. Later the documents of Doc Harlin were gone, and they could have fetched millions. The fat man ground his teeth and banged the wall. He ignored the pain in his hand. "Find the girl! Whatever it takes, leave this place intact!" Only the living room and study was partly smashed, the rest of the rooms remained in one piece.
Sedna awoke, lying on a soft material. It rustled and pricked her. Huh? This is green, grass. She calmed down. Where was he? Was this Faerun, or still in her realm? Her head pounded a little. Well, these were her stuff, bag of belongings. Feeling the string, Sedna fingered the tacky thumbdrive. Yes! nearby Spirit was reforming itself, its powdery residue a familiar sight. She smiled. "How are you?"
Bad. I am sleepy.
"Take your time." She also said sorry. Drizzt approached her, his hair wet. He had removed his armor. "Hey!" The drow beamed, he had already known she was there. Before she continued, he held her tightly. It conveyed his anxiety, like a brother.
"I have scouted the area. If you want to take a bath, you may over there. No one will peep." He showed her a small stream. Sedna had not bathed like that before, but she had to try.
After they had eaten some of their supplies, Drizzt asked, "You intend to return to the other… time?" His brows were down, and his dark skin concealed more of his expression.
"Why? Maybe."
"I hope not. Those people are dangerous. I don't want you to be hurt." His tone held no compromise. It was like the time she had stolen food but he lectured her. What an elvish thinking! Sedna's face was pensive. The photograph in her fingers was of people.
"Why not rest now?" he said.
"Mother didn't die. She left, when I was born. Why would she do that?"
His heart wrenched. He debated if he should tell her about his own cruel mother or advice. But soon she was asleep. Drizzt lay down too. Thankfully the next day, Sedna was telling him about her room and her things.
"Oh what is the computer? Where was it?"
"Aw. It was what I typed and printed out. The square thing, haha." She drew it on the paper.
Nightfall in a blanket of purple and gold dust. Drizzt noticed the object which was now around her neck. It slipped out as she rolled over.
What is it? Amulet?
No it is used on a computer.
I see…. Hmm are you male or female?
Both. I have both perspectives, yet I feel like a girl sometimes. I like you! Drizzt smiled. He stroked its smooth surface. How could they harm anyone? The emerald was as gullible and naïve as a youth.
"I wish I could see more of that world. If only there was more time." Spirit groaned, a cuckoo call sound. The drow set it down. He longed for Guen to talk to him in words but that had never been possible. Spirit nuzzled in his stomach. Drizzt sighed. It said,
I don't know much, except what you have told me about the people. To me, nobody is essentially bad or good, but of freedom. I know many secrets but I will keep them. She is too timid to know.