Okay so I just like saw the ending to NWN2 (lol I never finished it because of compy problems) and it sucked. Like everyone loses their mind! But Neverwinter prospers WTF mate? Like the only one who gets a good deal out of it is Bishop. Therefore….this story is better than the actual ending

Oh and you all are just getting a slice of my crazy OC pizza. Lol. And...like my baby is in this chapter! OMG! I would have his children then run, lol. I heart my creation!

...Enough with the crack, time for the some serious stuff.

This is a mature content chapter! I shouldn't have to say that because if I do then you obviously did not read the first chapter very well. -smacks self-

Oh this one is a little bit shorter than the other chapters, but all of my chapters are pretty long anyways. From this chapter on Exlen will change. In the past chapters she has been acting like a timid insecure teenager and this is the last time you will see that. A more adult Exlen is the product of this change. Bishop...okay, I'm trying hard to keep him in character, but for the most part of this chapter he is OOC. I will stop talking now, please enjoy the eleventh installment of Stones of Emotion!

(Oh and please try to rate my OC's because I enjoy the fact that most of you like Everwind and Cleaver so far)

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Chapter 11: Our Children

What in the nine Hells is going on here?

"I thought so," Everwind stated walking closer to the group. "Why are you inside of Exlen?"

"First of all…Everwind, we share this body for reason that I might disclose later on when everyone is around." She turned her attention back to the ranger who looked as if he was going to boil over with emotion. "But I took over for the moment to talk to this one." Her thumb gestured towards the ranger.

"What could you possibly want with me?" He inquired his usually maleficent undertone absent. Leviana bit her lip and gestured for both Everwind and Bishop to follow her as she walked across the room and through the kitchen to the back door of the Flagon.

The sun was almost gone as orange and red streaks decorated the sky, small clouds passing over the land slowly. Leviana walked out onto the small grassy lot behind the Flagon, turning around and looking at both Bishop and Everwind.

"Wait, Everwind. I don't even need you out here. Go back into the Flagon." The half-drow balled up her fists glaring at the elf.

"Then what was the point of that?"

"Go back inside please. Thank you." Everwind cursed under her breath and turned around stomping back into the Flagon, leaving Leviana and Bishop alone on the grass.

Leviana narrowed her eyes at the ranger as she waited for the soft steps of the half-drow to disappear.

"I have been wanting to speak with you for a long while now." Leviana crossed her arms over her chest.

"Who the hell are you?" Bishop spat angrily. The woman laughed.

"Watch your tone, dude. I should be the one who is angry here." She brought her hand in front of her face examining her nails, voice nonchalant and steady as the gentle breeze blowing past them.

"Get out of her body." The ranger snarled through his teeth, his tone low and dangerous. Leviana stopped looking at her nails and stepped towards him. Once she was close enough to the ranger she grabbed him by his collar and yanked him down to her level. Bishop glared into her eyes his ambers burning furiously.

"Why?" she hissed. "Is this body yours to control? Who the hell are you to think that- Never mind that, you know what you did. What you did to her the moment she returned to you. How could you treat her like that? She waited for you and you go and disrespect her!" Her hand clenched the soft leather tightly; she began to shake. "Tell me, asshole, how could you do that!?"

Bishop cut his eyes, looking to the darkening sky behind him. Even though this woman had the same voice, looks and scent of his sun elf, Bishop couldn't feel what he usually felt while he was around her; but it wasn't the way he felt when he was around others either. When Bishop walked in crowds, sat in bars, slept with women…he felt angry, spiteful, and misunderstood. He knew that no normal person would listen to him because they always saw one thing, a handsome, dangerous, arrogant, animalistic bastard of a man…

But with Exlen…

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"Can I get a hug goodnight?"

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He couldn't even explain how she made him feel. Unlike the anger he felt when he was around others…with Exlen, Bishop was…

Am I happy with her?

Was that why he was able to wait for her? All those other times he enjoyed only kissing her full lips, staring into her beautiful eyes and for nights on end they would sleep naked together.

Now that I think about it…she was the only woman I've ever woke up next to.

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"Would you like me to get you another, sir?"

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They spent so much time together these past three years. Everyday, no matter where they were, Exlen would find away for them to be alone together. He remembered that at first he found it annoying that she would be by his side so much, but when she was gone…he was alone.

And that's when he would drink.

Ever since I've met her my drinking has…maybe gotten out of hand? No I won't blame her… Exlen has always been by my side when I go overboard. But always crying.

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"Bishop…why do you do this to yourself?"

The man groaned and brought his hand to his forehead holding it; it was throbbing with the pain of his latest hangover.

"Please lie back down…" Her gentle soothing voice chided him as her hand gently pressed against his chest, easing him back into the bed. Bishop looked up at the sun elf his eyes connecting with hers. Tears still sat on the edge of her eyes threatening to spill over. "I swear I won't be gone for so long again…Please don't drink like this anymore…It hurts me to see you this way."

"Shut up, my head hurts!"

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"Hey, sleeping beauty, wake up!" Leviana prodded the unconscious ranger with her finger. "Come on…get up, what kind of man faints anyways?" She sighed glaring down at the man in the bed.

God! I guess I went a bit overboard on the questions…Is that event so far back in his memory that it would actually take some type of effort to surface again?

Leviana sat in the chair beside the bed and crossed her legs, watching the ranger. "He isn't too bad when he sleeps…pretty handsome, for a human."

"What you and my daughter see in him…I have no clue." The woman snapped her head in the direction of the bard standing in the doorway, she smiled.

"Father! Ha ha. Just the person I wanted to meet." She jumped up from her seat approaching the sun elf with a pleased expression. The woman wrapped her arms around the bard. Cleaver snorted.

"Where is my daughter?"

"You could at least hug me back."

"You are not my daughter." Leviana stepped away from the large man her usual serious, bored expression on her face. She used the back of her hand to flip her hair out of her face.

"Ya know, in my world blondes are regarded as stupid, idiotic, ultimately foolish people that are only judged by their outside appearance. Unfortunately, your daughter has fulfilled some of these requirements…she fell in love with Mr. Alcoholic over here." She gestured to the sleeping Bishop with her thumb. "And choking your daughter's lover in front of her face is quite a foolish thing to do." Cleaver growled showing his dangerously sharp canines.

"I need to train her before she loses control of herself." The sun elf moved from his spot in the door, slamming it closed behind him. "When are you going to let her go?"

Leviana raised an eyebrow in response. "Actually I was forced out here and it isn't even my time to take over yet. But Exlen…she heard something and just shut herself off. The second it happened I was out here."

"And you are?" She smiled up at him and bowed.

"Devil Priestess, Mira Leviana, father, her other self if you like that better." Leviana chuckled emerald eyes bore straight into him. Cleaver frowned fists ready to strike.

"Will you quit it with that mocking tone already? Look, girl, I don't care whether you are a goddess or an archdevil, give me back my daughter!" The woman smirked.

"And under that tough exterior lies a man bursting at the seams with emotion." She craned her neck to look back at the sleeping ranger. "You and he really aren't that much different, ya know." The bard opened his mouth to retort but the priestess stopped him. "Look, I mean no disrespect by that. You both love Exlen but don't know how to express it yet…"

"Whatever, when is she coming back?"

"At the least," she paused, thinking, "by the break of dawn."

For a few moments the two did not speak, leaving a heavy air in the room with only the sounds of the ranger's irregular breathing breaking the silence. Leviana sighed walking backwards and plopping down into the chair next to the bed, her legs crossed.

"Before I was sent out…" Cleaver focused his golden eyes on the woman. "Exlen said something about "The 1000th summer", you know what that means?" The sun elf nodded solemnly strands of his blonde hair falling into his face covering his eyes.

"Fuck!" He hissed, stomping his foot causing the room to shake from the force of his foot hitting the floor. Leviana blinked at the man.

"What is it?"

"It's a curse…"

"What does it do?" Cleaver sighed leaning against the door, sliding himself down into a sit. He covered his face with his right hand answering:

"It makes her a heretic when ever she changes into her other form, but," he paused taking a long breath, "it requires for her to fall in love with only one person. The last time it happened it was with a human and it ended tragically, and now my daughter has fallen for that boy!" Leviana blinked taken aback by Cleaver's words.

Wow. He just wants to protect her heart. Her whole life he was absent, but he still wants to protect her. Heh. He truly is our father, Exlen.

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"Anuwei! Anuwei!" A small voice called out to the boy who was standing in the waters just off the sandy bank of the river. "Look what I made for you!"

The tall boy that stood in the river crouched down in the water, splashing water onto the right side of his face. A sigh escaped from his lips as the burning in his eye subsided; he looked over his shoulder at the figure on the banks, trying not to get their dress wet.

"Day…what did you make?" A piercing aggravated voice asked through clenched teeth. The taller of the two frowned as he heard the other complain about the water and how it would get their dress soaked and dirty. "Alright…just be quiet." The boy stood up out of the water, the light of the setting sun bouncing off of the slim muscles under his tanned skin; spiky stands of long blonde hair stuck up in all directions from his scalp, a shade of pointy bangs covering his right eye. "Day…we are both-" Day shook a finger at the spiky haired boy.

" Jak, when I'm wearing a dress you are my brother and I'm your sister." Jak stared at his sister.

"No reason for you to be frightened then. I'm your blood." Day shook her head.

"You just don't understand do you?" Her brother gave her a blank look, walking towards her. "Oh my god! No! Stop!" Jak scratched his head as his sister hesitantly stepped into the water, holding the hem of the dress in one hand, and a strip of leather in the other. "Here!" She jutted her hand forward opening it to reveal a leather eye patch. Jak took the leather eye patch a small smile on his face.

"Covering it should help." Day squeaked jumping up and dancing around.

"Not only that, but I prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed and Lathander finally blessed me with this! It will negate all of the pain you feel from your eye and heal it after the magic eater is initiated. But," The smile quickly faded from Day's face, "it won't stop the pain you feel in your body…I don't think. So I will have to continue the healing sessions with you every week." A pair of strong arms, quickly wrapped around the saddened cleric.

"I'm grateful that you are doing this, but don't burden yourself with my pains. I know how much energy it takes out of you…You will no longer do this if it weakens you so much." The cleric shook her head.

"No! I won't stand you being in pain all of the time! After we finish this journey and kill father, then you can go to one of Lathander's temples to get better healings. But first…"

"Yes?"

"Jak, put some clothing on! I've told you that you look like a grown man now!" The spiky haired boy chuckled, letting go of his sister. He brushed passed her, the large black wing tattoo on his shoulder contrasting his golden tanned skin. Once he reached the river bank he began to dress himself in the torn and battered clothes that lay on a rock beside the water.

"Has it been that long since you've since a real man?" Jak slurred stepping into his pants. Day's jaw dropped.

"Where the hell did that come from!?" Jak shrugged pulling his shirt over his head and placing the eye patch over his right eye.

"Let's get going, father is waiting for us and mother also."

"But Jak, you promised…"

"I promised nothing," the spiky haired teen snapped, glaring at his sibling. "She is the one who sold us, so she is also responsible for our denaturing." Day hiked up her skirt and walked to her brother, grabbing Twilight off of the ground.

"But brother, it was father's fault. He rejected us."

"And she threw us away." Jak looked down into his sister's uneven colored eyes; the left eye was a celestial blue while the right was the color of a beautiful amber stone. Day strapped Twilight onto Jak's right wrist, nodding in agreement.

"Yes, brother, but father goes first."

A loud demonic laugh erupted from the throat of the boy, his single amber eye watching the sharp blade at the end of gauntlet. He slashed at the air a smile on his face.

"Spilling his blood will be most satisfying."

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"Well, if he is the 'only' one, then wouldn't it be better if you tried to get along with him?" Cleaver glared at her a murderous glint in his golden eyes. "Alright, alright. You hate the guy," She sighed looking down at the ranger. "But your daughter loves him like nothing else and because of this curse not even death will change her decision?"

The bard nodded and fumbled with the flute in his hands.

"Father…I know you don't want to lose Exlen. Be her father and her mentor, then maybe she'll start to love you too." Leviana smiled moving from her chair to sit beside the ranger. She turned to the bard. "I figured you might know how to bring her back." Leviana turned her back to the large elf sighed as she began to lie down beside him. "Tell her to go back to her keep once she wakes up." Cleaver nodded placing his lips on the flute.

Leviana closed her eyes as Cleaver began to play. It was a calm smoothing tune reminiscent of the gentle crashes of waves hitting the seashore. The serenade continued suffusing the air with windy notes and mysterious tunes. Searching…the music was searching for her and if Leviana wasn't mistaken she could hear a voice singing in the undertone of the chorus.

"She walks alone through a wet abandoned street,
Taking no notice of the showers falling down on her,
She walks this everlasting path that only she can see,
One no one else could bare to see.

Doesn't she know,
Eternity dwells not within mortal passion?
Doesn't she know,
Everything she searches for is right in front of her?

Well,
The living can't question the dead,
Nor can I speak to you,
Without your love you travel endlessly.

No,
Because she has come to realize,
Death is a reality,
Which has become all too real."

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"…And I wonder, what was wrong with my heart?"

Deep within the depths of her own mind, Exlen lay curled into a ball. The sun elf covered eyes with her hands, her forehead touching her knees.

Seeing nothing. Feeling nothing.

Too long had she kept her emotions intact and now…

"What do I do now?"

For years she hid her feelings about everything. From the moment Daeghun sent her away from West Harbor, to the moment it burned down. Because it was the 'right' thing to do she cried. Hells, she didn't even want to. Death, life and that short line in between, it no longer bothered her. Whenever she encountered a large group of enemies Exlen would 'let' her companions get a few hits in, but in reality it was she who wanted to destroy them all.

"What is this I've felt?"

Anger, hatred, fear, frustration. None of those characteristics described why she felt the way she did. Perhaps it was indescribable what the sorcerer was feeling; perhaps there was just no word for it. For what is the word that describes a person that relishes death and despair?

"Monster…That's it, I am a monster."

A creature without proper feelings, without a heart, without judgment; no, Exlen had her own judgment. She had values and standards, she had a personally that was hers, complex hidden emotions, and a heart, one almost too big for herself. If she had not a heart would she not have given dozens of orphans' homes in both Neverwinter city and Crossroad Keep? If she had not her own judgment would she not have all of her companions and followers? And if she had not her own feelings…would she be able to love as hard as she did?

Exlen felt right in that one person's arms and if she still had to fight for his affections she would. Long ago a friend told her never to give herself to him unless he only wanted her. From what the sun elf could tell his eyes said he loved her, but his pride denied him the right to speak those words. Once she had almost made him confess all of his feelings, but came up short. Did it even matter if he said it anymore, as long as he was there, as long as he was beside her, always?

The sun elf smiled at the memory.

She sat beside his bedside watching him slowly recover from his alcohol induced state of sickness. The sorcerer catered to his every need, feeding him, using small outputs of her power to negate some of his headache, making sure he drank only water, lacing her fingers through his as he slept. Exlen chuckled at her memory.

"I'm a fool. How the hell could I sit beside him for hours on end? Maybe it was that seeing him in any type of pain hurt more than any physical wound could. Leviana was right I cry too much, but without reason? No. I feel so connected to him, those children, any child really, and my friends. Is it wrong to cry from them?

"No it is not. Hells, I love children and to see so many orphans did hurt, so I gave them a home. Who cares if I slaughtered those city-guards men, githyanki, orcs, Luskans, undead, and even Axle and his gang? I certainly never did so why I should stop to care about what others think about me. I should start caring about what I can do for others. I have followers in Neverwinter and Crossroad Keep, friends, a lover and possibly a relative?" Her hands slid down her cheeks as she straightened herself out. Exlen chucked her hand touching her chest.

Maybe she would wear less like her twin advised her to. If that doesn't keep the ranger looking her way well then…

"It wouldn't bother me too much if I killed them, would it? But first I have to figure out if it would hurt Bishop too much. I won't touch them if he wants them alive, no matter how I feel about the whores."

Exlen's eyes fluttered shut as a soothing melody entered her ears. She felt as though she had been cleansed, a new sense of self had been given to her. A smile spread across her lips and she let the soft serneade grab hold of her body; allowing her to ascend to her new world.

"Things are going to be different from now on."

"And maybe he will finally love him for who I am. Not who I've been pretending to be…"

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For the length of an hour, Exlen sat on her bed, the ranger's head resting on her chest. The elf smiled down at the man her legs bent cradling his body between them. Her hand ran through his messy brown locks as he began to stir.

"Hum…mom?" Bishop muttered pressing his face deeper into her bosom. The sorcerer blushed.

"Bishop…you shouldn't…" Exlen's sentence became lodged in her throat as the ranger wrapped his strong arms around her in an awkward embrace.

"Don't leave me again." The sorcerer closed her eyes rubbing her lover's back; Bishop mumbled something into her breasts, which Exlen could not understand.

He's like a child.

Exlen opened her eyes, adoring how calm and peaceful the usually feral ranger looked. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair as a smile found itself upon her lips. Just holding him like this…There were no words for how she felt; it was pure bliss.

For a few more minutes they stay like that, neither one saying a word to the other only clinging to them as if their lives depended on their connection. Exlen frowned as her lover removed his head from her chest. Bishop looked stunned for a moment his amber eyes observing the sorcerer as if he was looking for something. After a few more moments of silence he decided to speak.

"Len?" Was all he could say, there was something different about her now. Bishop couldn't pinpoint it but, whatever it was it took his breath away. He blinked unsure of how he should react; Exlen's gaze met with his, the warm smile on her face melting his cold heart.

"You're awake, wolf." Instead of snarling like he usually did when she called him that name, Bishop closed his eyes the feel of her fingers running through his hair calming him.

"Yeah." He muttered leaning upwards to nip at the tender flesh at the base of her neck. The moan he received from Exlen surprised him, there was no sense of uncertainty, objection; just plain lust. He bit down into her neck while the elf's slender legs wrapped around his waist ushering him forward. The elf slowly lowered her body onto the bed groaning as the ranger climbed on top of her.

"Bishop, before I wasn't ready for you. I was merely a child who couldn't decide who or what she wanted. But now," Her gaze locked with his again, her eyes shining with a light that was absent before. "I want you more than anything. Please let me feel your body tonight." Exlen's hands slipped between them and soon Bishop felt his tunic rip and slide off his shoulders. "And don't be so gentle, I'm not a virgin anymore."

The ranger smiled down at his lover. Gone was that shy, insecure, girl and hello woman. "You want me to treat you like a big girl now?" He shivered as she pulled down his pants, one of her fingers circling his thigh. Bishop tore open her shirt, and then proceeded to get her out of her pants. When he was done, the elf lay completely exposed to him on her bed, Bishop smirked as Exlen's eyes seemed to plead with him.

"Bishop?" A look of concern crossed her face as the man moved from in between her legs, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Is something wrong?" The ranger shook his head.

"You have to give me what I want first." Exlen blinked, confused. The ranger laughed. "Get on your knees, girl." She quickly moved off of the bed and positioned herself in front of her lover. The sun elf kneeled in between his open legs never breaking eye contact with him.

Bishop watched as the woman slowly moved her mouth towards his stiffened member. Hells, it had been a while since Exlen pleasured him like this and he couldn't wait to feel her mouth on him again. The ranger gasped as the sorcerer's soft lips kissed the length of him, her tongue skimming its surface.

Hells, when did she learn how to torture me?

The elf beneath Bishop giggled as she sucked on the tip of the organ, smirking at the ranger's groans of pleasure. Slowly, his slid the rest of him into her mouth one of her hands wrapped around its base.

"Gods…" he moaned, grabbing handfuls of her beautiful blonde hair. She had done this to him plenty of times before but it never felt like this…So needy, lustful, passionate.

And what a woman to return his feelings.