Half-Dragon
Disclaimer: As far as I know, the only person in this story who belongs to me is Keaira. Everyone else belongs to TSR, and I do so solemnly swear to not harm them…until the next time.
Prologue: A Message
Silvanoshei, Speaker of the Stars, was sitting quietly, looking out at the shield. He still hadn't managed to convince the members of the councils to take it down.
Silvanoshei!
"What the-who are you?"
I am Keaira.
"And that would be…"
That doesn't matter. I need you, Silvan! I need you, and I need Gilthas.
"Who?"
The Qualinesti king. Speaker of the Suns.
"Why do you need both of us?"
At the moment, that is unimportant. But hurry!
"Where are you?"
Southern Ergoth. And hurry!
"I will. I promise."
Thank you, Silvanoshei! Thank you!
Chapter 1: The Funeral
"Do you have any idea what this is about, Silvan?" Gilthas asked as they walked the wooded hills of Southern Ergoth.
"I don't, Gilthas. I wish I did, however."
At that moment, a young woman—at least, young by elven standards—wearing loose-fitting leggings, and a tunic leapt in front of them. She was blocking their path.
"We are here to see Keaira," Gilthas announced nervously.
"Who are you?" the young woman asked.
"I am Gilthas of Qualinesti," Gilthas said.
"I am Silvanoshei of Silvanesti," Silvan added.
The young woman relaxed. "And I am Keaira."
"Where are we? Who exactly are you?" Silvan asked.
"We are in the hills of Southern Ergoth. I would think you would know that. As to who I am, I am Keaira, Speaker of the Moons, High Queen of the Kaganesti."
"You're a Wilder elf??" Silvan asked.
"My mother was one. My father was actually born Qualinesti."
"Really?" Now it was Gilthas' turn to be interested.
"Yes. And that is one reason I have called you here. I thought you might be able to identify him."
"Then why did you call me here?" Silvan asked.
"Two reasons. First, I want to be on friendly terms—an alliance of sorts, with my Silvanesti and Qualinesti cousins. Second, because of my fathers last words."
"And they were?" Silvan asked, getting slightly annoyed.
"Just a minute. It's time for the funeral to start."
A few moments later, the three young elven rulers arrived in a clearing. It was empty, excepting a plain oak coffin.
"My father," Keaira said quietly. It was then that Silvan and Gilthas noticed that her tunic and leggings were the dark purple elven color of mourning.
"May we see?" Silvan asked.
"That is why I asked you here."
Silvan stepped cautiously up to the coffin. Inside was an elf, just in his prime, by the look of his features, but having seen much pain and suffering in his time. There also seemed to be something familiar about his face, but Silvan couldn't place it.
"Farewell, King of the Kaganesti," Silvan said quietly.
Gilthas stepped up to the coffin—and gasped. The man in the coffin closely resembled his mother!
"Seek out your cousins, daughter," Keaira was whispering. "Seek out your cousins and sprout silver wings. Those were Father's last words."
"What-what was your father's name?" Gilthas asked shakily.
"I don't remember—wait! I remember! Mother used to call him Gilthanas!"
Disclaimer: As far as I know, the only person in this story who belongs to me is Keaira. Everyone else belongs to TSR, and I do so solemnly swear to not harm them…until the next time.
Prologue: A Message
Silvanoshei, Speaker of the Stars, was sitting quietly, looking out at the shield. He still hadn't managed to convince the members of the councils to take it down.
Silvanoshei!
"What the-who are you?"
I am Keaira.
"And that would be…"
That doesn't matter. I need you, Silvan! I need you, and I need Gilthas.
"Who?"
The Qualinesti king. Speaker of the Suns.
"Why do you need both of us?"
At the moment, that is unimportant. But hurry!
"Where are you?"
Southern Ergoth. And hurry!
"I will. I promise."
Thank you, Silvanoshei! Thank you!
Chapter 1: The Funeral
"Do you have any idea what this is about, Silvan?" Gilthas asked as they walked the wooded hills of Southern Ergoth.
"I don't, Gilthas. I wish I did, however."
At that moment, a young woman—at least, young by elven standards—wearing loose-fitting leggings, and a tunic leapt in front of them. She was blocking their path.
"We are here to see Keaira," Gilthas announced nervously.
"Who are you?" the young woman asked.
"I am Gilthas of Qualinesti," Gilthas said.
"I am Silvanoshei of Silvanesti," Silvan added.
The young woman relaxed. "And I am Keaira."
"Where are we? Who exactly are you?" Silvan asked.
"We are in the hills of Southern Ergoth. I would think you would know that. As to who I am, I am Keaira, Speaker of the Moons, High Queen of the Kaganesti."
"You're a Wilder elf??" Silvan asked.
"My mother was one. My father was actually born Qualinesti."
"Really?" Now it was Gilthas' turn to be interested.
"Yes. And that is one reason I have called you here. I thought you might be able to identify him."
"Then why did you call me here?" Silvan asked.
"Two reasons. First, I want to be on friendly terms—an alliance of sorts, with my Silvanesti and Qualinesti cousins. Second, because of my fathers last words."
"And they were?" Silvan asked, getting slightly annoyed.
"Just a minute. It's time for the funeral to start."
A few moments later, the three young elven rulers arrived in a clearing. It was empty, excepting a plain oak coffin.
"My father," Keaira said quietly. It was then that Silvan and Gilthas noticed that her tunic and leggings were the dark purple elven color of mourning.
"May we see?" Silvan asked.
"That is why I asked you here."
Silvan stepped cautiously up to the coffin. Inside was an elf, just in his prime, by the look of his features, but having seen much pain and suffering in his time. There also seemed to be something familiar about his face, but Silvan couldn't place it.
"Farewell, King of the Kaganesti," Silvan said quietly.
Gilthas stepped up to the coffin—and gasped. The man in the coffin closely resembled his mother!
"Seek out your cousins, daughter," Keaira was whispering. "Seek out your cousins and sprout silver wings. Those were Father's last words."
"What-what was your father's name?" Gilthas asked shakily.
"I don't remember—wait! I remember! Mother used to call him Gilthanas!"