A/N: Sorry I update so late, but I've been writing stories for ficitionpress, and I've been trying to write the next chapter for my other EQ fanfic. I also have math regents coming up and I've been trying to study for that too lol. Well here's the next chapter. =)
The Blonde Druid
Chapter 3: The First Battle
"I'm scared Nostrus," Gwefaeria said as they made their way down the familiar lift with the Priest of Discord standing at the bottom. She had never killed anything before in her life. Well except one time her mother left her in charge of watering a plant and she accidentally fed it wine instead of water so it died. But besides that, she had no experience in killing.
"I mean…what if…I die…" she gulped after she said that word.
Nostrus burst out laughing.
Gwefaeria made an angry face and yelled, "It's not funny! You don't care if I die?!"
"Sis, don't worry. My cleric friend is coming to heal you and even if you do die, my buddy will cast resurrection like that," he snapped his fingers after he emphasized "that".
"You're saying that when I die…I don't go to the heavens?" she asked. This was all new to her.
"Gwef, I know you are stupid but I thought you'd at least known something. After you "die" you still kind of live but your body is in a weakened form. You just need to find a resurrection within a few hours. If you don't, then you really do die," he answered as the lift came to a stop and they headed towards the forest.
"Have you ever "died" before?" said Gwefaeria, tightening her grip on her club as they came closer and closer to the edge of the forest.
"Of course I have, I'm a ranger!" he laughed.
They stopped on the hillside and Gwefaeria gazed at all the monsters making their ways through the forest filled with screeching bats, cackling skeletons, mischievous pixies, ugly orcs, and buzzing wasps. She looked around in awe and fear.
Throughout her life she always passed by this part of the woods but never dared to enter. Her brother, the fearless one, named her 'Chicken Shit' for it, but at least she didn't come home with bee stings in sensitive areas.
Suddenly, something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. A dark figure was crouching in the shadow of the trees.
"Nos, a dark elf is over there!" she gasped. However, he wasn't paying attention to her. He was examining his shiny wooden bow.
The female dark elf emerged from her hiding place and raised her arms to the sky as silvery strands of hair blew gently across her face.
Gwefaeria noticed the inky-skinned was aiming her spell towards Nostrus.
"Don't worry bro! I'll save you!" Gwefaeria yelled as she bowed her head and charged at the enemy elf.
Within a few seconds, Gwefaeria collided with the dark elf head on and they both tumbled to the ground. Gwefaeria's fists went flying through the air as they rolled across the forest floor.
"Ger off me," the dark elf said in a muffled voice as Gwefaeria continued to attack her; not quite hitting the target because of her bad aim.
Suddenly, Gwefaeria felt her grab her arms and she was hauled away from the battle scene.
"I'm really glad you didn't choose to become a warrior because you really suck at fighting," said Nostrus. Then he went over to the inky and offered his hand to help her stand up.
"Gwef, this is my cleric friend, Damase. Damase, this is my idiotic sister, Gwefaeria," said Nostrus introducing the two. Damase beamed a smile at her.
Gwefaeria raised an eyebrow, "Nostrus, how much elfish wine have you had? This is a D-A-R-K elf!" She was trying to knock some sense into him; maybe she should try her club.
"I'm fully aware of that. You are just stereotyping. Damase is a good dark elf. HA! That's an oxymoron," he chuckled at himself. Damase shook her head and sighed.
"Oh…well…I'm sorry for assuming," Gwefaeria put out her hand and Damase shook it.
"So what have we learned today? That assume makes an ASS out of you and me!" said Nostrus.
"Shut up!" Gwefaeria and Damase said in unison.
"Alright, let's get started. Damase, give her some buffs."
"Buffs? What are buffs?" Gwefaeria asked with a puzzled look.
Damase smiled and replied, "Buffs are spells you cast on others or yourself that help you fight better. That's what I was doing to Nostrus before you attacked me." Gwefaeria gave her a sheepish grin.
After the three of them finished buffing and when Gwefaeria finished memorizing her spells, Nostrus announced, "It is time. God's speed sister."
Gwefaeria tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach as she released the spell, snare, from her fingers. Her target, a wasp, slowly flew over to her spot and tried to pierce her with its point stinger.
Bzzzzzzzt!
"Oww!" she yelled as a black needle poked her flesh. She began swinging her club left and right, hoping to hit the annoying bee, but he was too swift for her.
She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer.
Tunare, guide me into defeating this monster.
Clunk. She hit something! However, when she opened her eyes, she noticed her brother was rubbing his forehead and muttering, "Son of a –"
Bzzzzzzzzt!
The wasp stung her again she let out a howl in pain as the spot where it hit her turned a bright red.
She raised her wooden weapon into the air. She did a fake hit to the left and the came from the right, knocking the wasp in its head. Its wings stopped fluttering and the sounds of Bzzzzzzzt faded as its lifeless body fell to the ground.
She stared at the corpse. Is it over? Did I really win? She heard Damase cheering in the background. Yes! I did it!
Gwefaeria jumped and punched the air, screaming, "Victory! Victory! That's my cry V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!" She ran over to Damase and grabbed her hands. They broke into a small dance of joy (or tried to dance rather).
"Mommy, look at the butterflies. They are so purty," a voice said. Damase and Gwefaeria ceased their movements and turned to the sound. Nostrus was lying on the ground staring off into space with his eyes crossed and a weird look on his face.
"Oh! Mommy, I want a butterfly! I want one!" he started clapping his hands together, trying to catch something, but nothing was there.
"Um…Nostrus? Are you feeling alright?" Damase asked in a concerned voice.
"Look mommy, strange woman talking to me," he pointed at Damase and giggled. Gwefaeria raised her eyebrows and Damase had on an expression that was between being amused and being annoyed.
"I think the hit on the head you gave him before might have messed him up a bit."
"Is he going to be okay?"
"He's a lot worse when he's drunk," she said as she bent her knees slightly next to Nostrus, trying to pull him upward with no success.
Crunch. Gwefaeria's acute hearing recognized the sound, someone was walking on leaves.
Crunch.
She spun around wildly, trying to find the origin of the noise. She searched the trees but couldn't find anything. Where is that damn noise coming from? The forest seemed quiet, too quiet for her liking. Even Nostrus stopped demanding that he get his butterflies.
Clunk. Something hard whacked the back of her head and she immediately fell to the ground and darkness took over her vision.
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A/N: Ok that's it for now; any idea/suggestions would be appreciated!!! :-D
Ariana Blaze: I think ill take your advice and not write in "game language".
FF-KH-AnimeFREAK: I'm glad you like Nostrus' character, because that's my real life brother lol.