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The sun shone through the oak trees casting patterns on the floor as Eriond, God of the Angaraks, rode through the wood of the dryads. He was glad to escape from all of the tedious duties that came with being a God. That was not really the only reason though, disappearing did tend to make the Mallorean emperor, Zakath, annoyed and you could never pass the chance to annoy an emperor, no matter who you were. Anyway he'd see the emperor again soon.
Eriond was aroused from his thoughts by his horse suddenly stopping. He looked up and in front of his horse, blocking the path, stood a Dryad. She was the most beautiful Dryad had ever seen. She had tumbling brown curls and soft moss green eyes and a tiny nose. What struck him most though, was the bow and arrow that was aimed at his heart.
"Don't worry, I won't shoot. As long as you take me for a ride," she said. Seeing Eriond's puzzlement she added sadly. "I'm too young for anything else. What's your name." she added as an afterthought.
Eriond told her and quickly helped her up onto his horse and while he was doing so he asked her what her name was.
"Xchel," she replied. "Princess Xchel to be exact, the youngest daughter of the late Queen Xantha."
"Do you know who your father was." Eriond asked curiously.
"Yes I do, Mother was told to remember him and on my tenth birthday she told me. She also told me he used to visit me but stopped when I was about 3. She thought he was killed." but Xchel refused to say his name.
They chatted for another hour as they rode through the woods and this led Eriond to ask something he didn't mean to ask but the Necessity always gets what it wants through any means.
"Would you like to travel with me and see more of the world."
Xchel's answer was to fling her around the young God and squeal with glee. "I would love to go and travel, but first you must ask my sister Queen Xera."
It took them about an hour to reach Queen Xera's oak tree but when the did reach it Eriond was greeted warmly by the Queen and all the other Dryads clustered round the tree.
After lunch Eriond made his request to the Drayd Queen and with sadness in her eyes she permitted it by saying.
"My mother predicted this would happen."
The God and the Dryad left amid a fog of goodbyes and tears. After about two hours of riding Xchel asked about Erionds parents so he told her his story.
"I never knew my mother or father. I used to stay with a different set of people each night who would clothe me and feed me as I was so small. But one day when I was about two years old I was down an alleyway when a white haired man cane up to me and said he had an errand for me. The man was called Zedar." Eriond failed to notice Xchel flinch when he said the name. "He took me to stay in Cthol Murgos till I was old enough to take the Orb."
"I know the story from this point. It was Xera's favourite story and she would always tell it to me when I was little, probably because our cousin Ce'Nedras in it."
"So do you know what happened in Mallorea then." Eriond asked.
"Well I know that you're a God if that is what you mean. though as Dryads don't have Gods that doesn't really mean anything to me. So that means you won't get any preferential treatment from me." Xchel warned.
Eriond laughed. "I wouldn't think you'd give me preferential treatment even if I was your God."
This made them both laugh and as they rode the air around them was filled with laughter .
Late afternoon they hit a Tolnedran highway, so that evening they found a highway hostel to stay in but unfortunately it only had one room left.
"I'm sorry sir." The innkeeper apologised to Eriond, "but you will have to share with your daughter."
Eriond saw the look on Xchels face and started to laugh. He finally managed to splutter.
"She's not my daughter, she's a Dryad."
When the innkeeper heard this he turned bright red and ushered them upstairs, with his deepest apologies and a free bottle of wine, and left them in a richly furnished room.
Xchel threw herself on the four poster bed and remarked to Eriond. "Hope the chairs comfortable for you tonight."
"What!" Eriond exclaimed.
"Well you can't share a bed with me young man, it wouldn't be proper." Xchel remarked primly. Then with an evil grin she chucked a blanket at Eriond. "Enjoy." She smiled.
Later as they were dropping off to sleep Xchel asked. " Where exactly are we heading?"
"Riva." Eriond replied. "For the Alorn council."
A/N: Plz review, I need to know whether to carry on.
The sun shone through the oak trees casting patterns on the floor as Eriond, God of the Angaraks, rode through the wood of the dryads. He was glad to escape from all of the tedious duties that came with being a God. That was not really the only reason though, disappearing did tend to make the Mallorean emperor, Zakath, annoyed and you could never pass the chance to annoy an emperor, no matter who you were. Anyway he'd see the emperor again soon.
Eriond was aroused from his thoughts by his horse suddenly stopping. He looked up and in front of his horse, blocking the path, stood a Dryad. She was the most beautiful Dryad had ever seen. She had tumbling brown curls and soft moss green eyes and a tiny nose. What struck him most though, was the bow and arrow that was aimed at his heart.
"Don't worry, I won't shoot. As long as you take me for a ride," she said. Seeing Eriond's puzzlement she added sadly. "I'm too young for anything else. What's your name." she added as an afterthought.
Eriond told her and quickly helped her up onto his horse and while he was doing so he asked her what her name was.
"Xchel," she replied. "Princess Xchel to be exact, the youngest daughter of the late Queen Xantha."
"Do you know who your father was." Eriond asked curiously.
"Yes I do, Mother was told to remember him and on my tenth birthday she told me. She also told me he used to visit me but stopped when I was about 3. She thought he was killed." but Xchel refused to say his name.
They chatted for another hour as they rode through the woods and this led Eriond to ask something he didn't mean to ask but the Necessity always gets what it wants through any means.
"Would you like to travel with me and see more of the world."
Xchel's answer was to fling her around the young God and squeal with glee. "I would love to go and travel, but first you must ask my sister Queen Xera."
It took them about an hour to reach Queen Xera's oak tree but when the did reach it Eriond was greeted warmly by the Queen and all the other Dryads clustered round the tree.
After lunch Eriond made his request to the Drayd Queen and with sadness in her eyes she permitted it by saying.
"My mother predicted this would happen."
The God and the Dryad left amid a fog of goodbyes and tears. After about two hours of riding Xchel asked about Erionds parents so he told her his story.
"I never knew my mother or father. I used to stay with a different set of people each night who would clothe me and feed me as I was so small. But one day when I was about two years old I was down an alleyway when a white haired man cane up to me and said he had an errand for me. The man was called Zedar." Eriond failed to notice Xchel flinch when he said the name. "He took me to stay in Cthol Murgos till I was old enough to take the Orb."
"I know the story from this point. It was Xera's favourite story and she would always tell it to me when I was little, probably because our cousin Ce'Nedras in it."
"So do you know what happened in Mallorea then." Eriond asked.
"Well I know that you're a God if that is what you mean. though as Dryads don't have Gods that doesn't really mean anything to me. So that means you won't get any preferential treatment from me." Xchel warned.
Eriond laughed. "I wouldn't think you'd give me preferential treatment even if I was your God."
This made them both laugh and as they rode the air around them was filled with laughter .
Late afternoon they hit a Tolnedran highway, so that evening they found a highway hostel to stay in but unfortunately it only had one room left.
"I'm sorry sir." The innkeeper apologised to Eriond, "but you will have to share with your daughter."
Eriond saw the look on Xchels face and started to laugh. He finally managed to splutter.
"She's not my daughter, she's a Dryad."
When the innkeeper heard this he turned bright red and ushered them upstairs, with his deepest apologies and a free bottle of wine, and left them in a richly furnished room.
Xchel threw herself on the four poster bed and remarked to Eriond. "Hope the chairs comfortable for you tonight."
"What!" Eriond exclaimed.
"Well you can't share a bed with me young man, it wouldn't be proper." Xchel remarked primly. Then with an evil grin she chucked a blanket at Eriond. "Enjoy." She smiled.
Later as they were dropping off to sleep Xchel asked. " Where exactly are we heading?"
"Riva." Eriond replied. "For the Alorn council."
A/N: Plz review, I need to know whether to carry on.