Chapter 4
Memories
"You damn fool..." Malice cursed at Zaknafien before her mother could respond. "I think--"
"Silence, Malice," the older drow commanded. "He is right. And I think we have the challenge needed... but first..." she smiled at Zak and motioned to a guard. Before Zak could react, a different guard's hand, balled up into a fist, hit him in the temple.
*****-----*****
"Do I hafta go to the Academy?" young Zak had asked.
"Yes," his father had replied. "You will go to the Academy and do your mother proud." Zak's mother had died in child-birth with Zak. She was, like all drow, a worshipper of Lloth, and her death was a sign that she would not be pleased with Zak, and so Lloth had taken Zak's mother's life. It had been an extremely bloody event, and Lloth had even gone to placing a yolchol there to witness the birth and execute the female cleric. Lloth, however, did not want the child dead. His living in the world of the drow would actually cause more chaos, something Lloth loved in her drow cities.
"But... why?" Zak had inquired, only a young dark elf of seven. "I'm too young though, I thought..."
"You will do as you are told Zak," his father hissed, ending the debate.
*****-----*****
"Are you awake, you damn male?"
Zak made no movement. His head was throbbing, and his hands were bound behind his back. He recognized the person talking to him. Malice. Zak groaned, an appropriate response, one Malice would never understand.
"Get up, and grab your weapons. You get your actual fight now."
Zak sat up and felt his bonds for a second. Realizing that he could easily break free whenever he wanted, he stood up and sluggishly walked over to his weapon belt. He turned around in a complete 360 and undid his bonds, grabbed the belt and placed it about his waist. Malice looked at him, approving, turned, and walked out the door.
Zak looked around for the remnants of his bonds... but there were none. Illusions, he thought angrily. He was rarely stuck by them, had even ignored a "summoned" balor to kill a wizard. And yet, he lost to a simple illusion. He walked out the door and followed Malice to the room. Malice hid a big smile from Zak. She had been harboring thoughts, but would never actually complete such a thing until the matron was out of the way. And, her smile grew even bigger, that obstacle would be gone quite soon if she got her way.
"Through here," she motioned to a door, and watched Zak walk through. She smiled, and snuck into a secret passageway, one that would lead her to the other side of the arena where she could enter it just like Zak had. She laughed evilly and flashed her hands at the awaiting guard. She would be the other contestant. The guard respectfully stepped to the side and flashed back a response.
She nodded slightly, and walked through the door.
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Just a few comments about stuff for those of you who have read this.
Timeframe: The story is set before the assention of Malice, and will continue until Zak's death.
Understanding Narbondel: For purposes of the story, one hand of Narbondel equals one hour. The brightest is noon, the darkest is midnight.
I happen to like writing, but I jump into the story too often, and forget what I'm writing. I guess I'll be using a lot of flashback since I didn't start at his birth. Even though I like Drizzt, I will only write about Drizzt when Zaknafein and Drizzt talk or Zak thinks about Drizzt, else I will stay away from him, since he isn't my character, and I don't know his personality well enough.
I just have the 15 books Salvatore has written about him. Don't know him at all.
Memories
"You damn fool..." Malice cursed at Zaknafien before her mother could respond. "I think--"
"Silence, Malice," the older drow commanded. "He is right. And I think we have the challenge needed... but first..." she smiled at Zak and motioned to a guard. Before Zak could react, a different guard's hand, balled up into a fist, hit him in the temple.
*****-----*****
"Do I hafta go to the Academy?" young Zak had asked.
"Yes," his father had replied. "You will go to the Academy and do your mother proud." Zak's mother had died in child-birth with Zak. She was, like all drow, a worshipper of Lloth, and her death was a sign that she would not be pleased with Zak, and so Lloth had taken Zak's mother's life. It had been an extremely bloody event, and Lloth had even gone to placing a yolchol there to witness the birth and execute the female cleric. Lloth, however, did not want the child dead. His living in the world of the drow would actually cause more chaos, something Lloth loved in her drow cities.
"But... why?" Zak had inquired, only a young dark elf of seven. "I'm too young though, I thought..."
"You will do as you are told Zak," his father hissed, ending the debate.
*****-----*****
"Are you awake, you damn male?"
Zak made no movement. His head was throbbing, and his hands were bound behind his back. He recognized the person talking to him. Malice. Zak groaned, an appropriate response, one Malice would never understand.
"Get up, and grab your weapons. You get your actual fight now."
Zak sat up and felt his bonds for a second. Realizing that he could easily break free whenever he wanted, he stood up and sluggishly walked over to his weapon belt. He turned around in a complete 360 and undid his bonds, grabbed the belt and placed it about his waist. Malice looked at him, approving, turned, and walked out the door.
Zak looked around for the remnants of his bonds... but there were none. Illusions, he thought angrily. He was rarely stuck by them, had even ignored a "summoned" balor to kill a wizard. And yet, he lost to a simple illusion. He walked out the door and followed Malice to the room. Malice hid a big smile from Zak. She had been harboring thoughts, but would never actually complete such a thing until the matron was out of the way. And, her smile grew even bigger, that obstacle would be gone quite soon if she got her way.
"Through here," she motioned to a door, and watched Zak walk through. She smiled, and snuck into a secret passageway, one that would lead her to the other side of the arena where she could enter it just like Zak had. She laughed evilly and flashed her hands at the awaiting guard. She would be the other contestant. The guard respectfully stepped to the side and flashed back a response.
She nodded slightly, and walked through the door.
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Just a few comments about stuff for those of you who have read this.
Timeframe: The story is set before the assention of Malice, and will continue until Zak's death.
Understanding Narbondel: For purposes of the story, one hand of Narbondel equals one hour. The brightest is noon, the darkest is midnight.
I happen to like writing, but I jump into the story too often, and forget what I'm writing. I guess I'll be using a lot of flashback since I didn't start at his birth. Even though I like Drizzt, I will only write about Drizzt when Zaknafein and Drizzt talk or Zak thinks about Drizzt, else I will stay away from him, since he isn't my character, and I don't know his personality well enough.
I just have the 15 books Salvatore has written about him. Don't know him at all.
