The Lightshadow

By Kevin McCarty

A.k.a. Arris Nyte

Note: I do not own the rights to Forgotten Realms (I Wish) or Drizzt Do'Urden (again, I wish), but I do own the Character of Kit'rizz, and while normally I merely require you to ask permission before using my characters, this time, I emplore everyone to refrain from using him. Like any good D&D character, he is as much a part of me as I am a part of him. On with the story.

The Beginning…or the End?

One final swing and it was over. I had done it. The most ruthless killing machine I had known, one that had stalked me these last 110 some odd years, was finally put down, by my own blades. Yet, now, in the afterglow, I cannot help but notice the little things, and how they may have surprised all those who may have seen us. Elves, fey, sprites, even the animals. They all own this forest, and I'm sure they have many questions.

Questions like "How could I keep charging even after his arrow buried itself three quarters deep in my chest without even a grimace?" or "How could such flimsy scimitars wreak so much havoc in a single swing?" or even "Why is a drow fighting one of his own, on the surface no less?" I suppose these were all very valid questions. But the one that was startling of all was the one that they were not aware of: "Why is he fighting his own brother?" Yes, I was forced to fend for my life against my own flesh and blood, the one who taught me how to wield the longsword and dagger a full 3 years before I entered Melee-Magthere, the fighter's school. Were it not for Drizzt, I would have taken first place my freshman year. But then again, were it not for Drizzt, I would not have found the grace of Elistraee, Drow goddess of good, and lady of the dancing blades.

However, it is not just the woodland creatures that are confused, but I as well. I have a few questions of my own. How did he get so fast? How was he able to counteract my wards? How was he able to cast such potent spells, and still be up to snuff with his swordplay? I suppose the only way to find out is to ask him. Oh, I know he's dead, but you see, we liches have interesting abilities. Don't be alarmed. You may have heard stories of Elven warrior liches, in Myth Drannor, that aren't evil. They are protectorates of the city and it's treasures. They are Baelnorn, an elven word meaning sleepless guard. I am one of those. Well, I can tell you're a bit off, so I'll explain my story before we get to his…