Please note that all characters, places and information in this story from
the Black Jewels Trilogy completely belong to Anne Bishop. Even those
created by me belong to the author for they involve her races and worlds.
No profit is being made from the creation of this tale and it is purely for
entertainment.
*This part is dedicated to Starlight who seems to enjoy reading about how I make Lucivar's life a living hell. Just wait to see what I have in store for him. *Snicker* All in all, I'm writing this because I want revenge for him being such a dick towards Daemon in regards to Jaenelle. I mean, how dumb can you be to think that he would actually rape her? Don't worry. Lucivar is still one of my favourite characters, just one of the stupider ones….*
14 / Terreille
"Father, she just left!" Colthvar shouted. "What the hell was I supposed to do?"
"At least you could have tried to stop her." Jolandar paced furiously in front of his two remaining offspring. "I'll have her head for this. Linar was-"
"Linar put himself in that situation when he tried to force the issue of her choosing a mate," Colthvar said coldly. "And I'm sure you would have had no problems stopping an obviously pissed off Black jewelled Queen!"
"Do I have to remind you that she is not your sister," Jolandar snarled. "That bitch killed my son!"
"Ummm, father," Roldar said, sounding weak and pointing at the door.
"Not now, boy," Jolandar said, waving his hand at his youngest son. He stopped pacing when he noticed how pale Colthvar had gotten. He slowly turned and stared at the large Eyrien standing in the doorway. He glanced down at the Ebon-grey jewel and back up at the face that seemed carved in stone.
Then another familiar face pushed past Yaslana. "Hello, Jolandar," Connar said pleasantly. "Bet you didn't expect to see me again."
Colthvar stared at his grandfather, stunned. A small smile spread across his face.
Lucivar Yaslana's eyes examined the room. He was looking for something. Jolandar could easily guess what the eyrien was looking for.
"Where is Evarian?" he snarled at Jolandar.
Jolandar couldn't answer. He simply kept staring at his adversary, at the man who most likely was about to rip his throat out. Lucivar smiled. It was lazy and arrogant.
"Grandpa?" Colthvar said quietly. He had taken a step towards the man he believed long dead. Connar shook his head slightly, glancing at Lucivar and back at him. Colthvar nodded and said, "We don't know. She hasn't returned since she made the offering."
"But, the lithen-" Connar began, sounding worried.
Colthvar shifted uncomfortably. "She hasn't been on it since she was ten."
Jolandar turned to glare at his eldest son. "What?"
Colthvar braced himself in a fighting stance. "Do you think I'd let that vile shit go down the throat of the only person who treated me as her family? I stopped it. She found her own way to relieve the anger. How dare you-"
Evarian's voice flooded his mind. *Colthvar? We need to talk now.*
*Where the hell are you?* he demanded.
*I'm almost home. I'm bringing along a friend.* she replied.
Colthvar turned to look at the two new men who had joined Lucivar. Both wore the black and were watching him with great interest. The younger of the two had placed a hand on Yaslana's shoulder to keep him from approaching Jolandar.
Colthvar whimpered once he recognized the Sadist. Mother Night.
*Cole, what's wrong?*
*Nothing. Nothing.*
*Who else is with you right now?* Her voice sounded suspicious. *Doesn't matter. I have something to discuss with father. I suggest you leave the room. Take Roldar with you.*
She landed at the web and started walking towards the mansion.
*I mean it Colthvar.*
*I don't think that that is possible, little sister.*
The front door opened and closed with a slam. Silence filled the room. Loud, impatient footsteps sounded from the downstairs hallway and up the stairs. She shoved her way through the three men standing next to the door and stepped into the room. A dhemlan woman stopped next to the Sadist and whispered something in his ear.
Evarian spun around and glared at them. "What the hell are you looking at?"
*This part is dedicated to Starlight who seems to enjoy reading about how I make Lucivar's life a living hell. Just wait to see what I have in store for him. *Snicker* All in all, I'm writing this because I want revenge for him being such a dick towards Daemon in regards to Jaenelle. I mean, how dumb can you be to think that he would actually rape her? Don't worry. Lucivar is still one of my favourite characters, just one of the stupider ones….*
14 / Terreille
"Father, she just left!" Colthvar shouted. "What the hell was I supposed to do?"
"At least you could have tried to stop her." Jolandar paced furiously in front of his two remaining offspring. "I'll have her head for this. Linar was-"
"Linar put himself in that situation when he tried to force the issue of her choosing a mate," Colthvar said coldly. "And I'm sure you would have had no problems stopping an obviously pissed off Black jewelled Queen!"
"Do I have to remind you that she is not your sister," Jolandar snarled. "That bitch killed my son!"
"Ummm, father," Roldar said, sounding weak and pointing at the door.
"Not now, boy," Jolandar said, waving his hand at his youngest son. He stopped pacing when he noticed how pale Colthvar had gotten. He slowly turned and stared at the large Eyrien standing in the doorway. He glanced down at the Ebon-grey jewel and back up at the face that seemed carved in stone.
Then another familiar face pushed past Yaslana. "Hello, Jolandar," Connar said pleasantly. "Bet you didn't expect to see me again."
Colthvar stared at his grandfather, stunned. A small smile spread across his face.
Lucivar Yaslana's eyes examined the room. He was looking for something. Jolandar could easily guess what the eyrien was looking for.
"Where is Evarian?" he snarled at Jolandar.
Jolandar couldn't answer. He simply kept staring at his adversary, at the man who most likely was about to rip his throat out. Lucivar smiled. It was lazy and arrogant.
"Grandpa?" Colthvar said quietly. He had taken a step towards the man he believed long dead. Connar shook his head slightly, glancing at Lucivar and back at him. Colthvar nodded and said, "We don't know. She hasn't returned since she made the offering."
"But, the lithen-" Connar began, sounding worried.
Colthvar shifted uncomfortably. "She hasn't been on it since she was ten."
Jolandar turned to glare at his eldest son. "What?"
Colthvar braced himself in a fighting stance. "Do you think I'd let that vile shit go down the throat of the only person who treated me as her family? I stopped it. She found her own way to relieve the anger. How dare you-"
Evarian's voice flooded his mind. *Colthvar? We need to talk now.*
*Where the hell are you?* he demanded.
*I'm almost home. I'm bringing along a friend.* she replied.
Colthvar turned to look at the two new men who had joined Lucivar. Both wore the black and were watching him with great interest. The younger of the two had placed a hand on Yaslana's shoulder to keep him from approaching Jolandar.
Colthvar whimpered once he recognized the Sadist. Mother Night.
*Cole, what's wrong?*
*Nothing. Nothing.*
*Who else is with you right now?* Her voice sounded suspicious. *Doesn't matter. I have something to discuss with father. I suggest you leave the room. Take Roldar with you.*
She landed at the web and started walking towards the mansion.
*I mean it Colthvar.*
*I don't think that that is possible, little sister.*
The front door opened and closed with a slam. Silence filled the room. Loud, impatient footsteps sounded from the downstairs hallway and up the stairs. She shoved her way through the three men standing next to the door and stepped into the room. A dhemlan woman stopped next to the Sadist and whispered something in his ear.
Evarian spun around and glared at them. "What the hell are you looking at?"
