Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Baldur's Gate 2, nor do I  own Baldur's Gate 2.  They belong to Bioware and Black Isle. (R.I.P.)  The world is set in Forgotten Realms, part of an even bigger world of Dungeons and Dragons which is owned by Wizard of the Sword Coast. 

Anyways, this is my first time writing a BG fanfic, and my first Fanfic in a LONG time.  So, please be gentle with the critiques.

This fanfiction was inspired by the Mod created by Lord Mirrabbo.  I hope you, the readers will enjoy this.  Oh and, much thanks to Bigrob for proof-reading.  This fanfic would not have been as good without your help.

In inspiration to the Mod and related to the plot:

The Reverie, The Nightmare, The Healing

The Reverie
Imoen my friend, we've been together since Candlekeep.
Since age of ten, you were the one I would seek.
Always playful, from tree to tree we would leap.
Never bashful, giving chase till we needed sleep.
Often holding hands, we were of youthful semblance.
But where do we stand, in this reverie of somnolence.

For a hidden evil, corrupted  our youthful innocence...

The Nightmare
Imoen my sister, how I feel so distraught.
All these years, I would've never thought...
Our broken hearts, ravaged by this taint.
I'm falling apart, on the verge to faint.
Bhaal's heritage, we both discovered.
But our feelings, will they ever recover?

The Healing
Imoen my lover, our taints are relinquished.
Lost forever, our past heritage extinguished.
We face each other, now almost gingerly.
But our eyes met, and we embraced eagerly.
As our lips met, I caress your cheek tenderly.
As our kiss lingered, I gave you a tickle.
Feeling hindered, you burst out with giggles.
Oh my Imoen, we are finally free.
My Imoen, we were meant to be.
My Imoen, I don't care for divinity.
My Imoen, you mean all to me.
My Imoen, you truly are my destiny...

Prologue: Insight

In the middle of nowhere, a young woman on a steed rode southward.  I must reach them… I must reach them before it's too late!  Oh but the wound is deep.   And  I'm hungry... And tired.   NO!  I can't afford to lose any time, I must not think of such mundane needs.  His life is on the line.  I have to reach them before it's too late… As thoughts of apprehension, worry and various disturbing scenes plagued her mind, she quickly shook them off.  Without hesitating again, she redoubled her pace and effort.

Flashback-Within the Forest of Tethir near Suldanessellar

Devin's POV:

"Can we stop here?" Asked a young man with auburn hair and ravishing elven chain armor. 

A group of adventurers had been traveling for hours on without rest.  It was now dusk, with the sun just barely visible overhead, its healthy afternoon beam just a specks upon the horizon.  The forest of oak and yew trees no longer seemed just stationary but animated as the eastern breeze caressed the branches gently, giving them sways of almost life like stature.  The group was weary and sets up camp.   The seasoned party consisted of six members.  Korgan, a grumpy dwarven barbarian.  Keldorn, a veteran paladin who has seen past his middle age.  Minsc a human ranger who was pampering a rodent for no apparent reasons, Jaheria, a half elven druid paid no attention to her comrades but instead, examines the surroundings.  Lastly, Devin, a young human male bard, and Imoen, a human female thief-mage laid huddled nearby.  They kept a fair distance away from the others.  At first glance, one may have assumed they were a couple, but that was far from the reality.  They have in turn, endured much pain and misery, but with Irenicus and the inevitable final confrontation looming ever closer, the worst was yet to come.

The party had set up camp, the aroma of cooked olives mingled with the pleasant air.

"Dev, you haven't touched any of yer olives.  Aren't you hungry?" Imoen said in a tone of artificial worry, feigning concern.

"I hate olives… I don't want them." Devin mumbled.

"Whatcha mean ya don't want them…! They taste great!"  Imoen said merrily as she gulped another black olive.

"Oh Gods, you're just teasing me because I hate, hate, hate Olives!  Yuck..."  Devin retorted.

"Well I don't see what's so bad about olives, I like em..."  Imoen yawned.  She had just finished her supper, and tosses the remaining firewoods into the fire.  It crackled as the breeze made the flames dance in unison.

"Yea well I'm finished too.  I just lost my appetite anyways."  Devin managed a low grunt as he stood up.  "Let's call the others over.  I'm in the mood for singing."  He said with a toothy grin.

"Sure!"  Imoen replied cheerfully, grinning back.

What may have been a gloomy atmosphere had somehow brightened up significantly.  As the party gathered together, they shared their stories and meals.  All the while Devin, who seemed ever enthusiastic, sang with his numinous voice while playing his lute effortlessly.

It seemed that time passes by drastically, when one has fun.  It was now midnight, a full moon made itself prominent in the dark sky.  Its children, the stars accompanied it upon the endless cosmos.  Only two weary souls were awake now.  But they seemed reluctant to sleep.

"What are you thinking?" Imoen said finally, breaking the silence.

"Oh… Nothing really…  Well, I was thinking of composing a poem."  Devin smiled.

"Meh.  You do that" Imoen said, an amusing tone in her voice.

"Okay here goes." Clearing his voice, Devin proceeded to his plan…

"As a misguided little child,
I was unpredictable and wild.
Sometimes timid as a scared turtle,
sometimes fumed as my face turns purple,
or become dizzy from running in circles.

As a youth I lacked common sense,
within a cave I had two accidence,
lost in pure darkness and silence.
Twice near a cliff I came to fall,
twice I died broken bone and skull,
small wonders they call me "Lightskull".
Though I am still a wonderful bard,
and I can still break a maiden's heart!
I like to feed her sugar and lard,
that's why she needs me, we never part.
Even when I act a fool and farts,
she still adores me and my arts.
She still likes to tickle my groins,
and I still spoil her with countless coins.
She always pretends to act coy,

but I wonder if I'm just her toy.
A helplessly obedient little boy,

or maybe I'm just another decoy.
But I must admit... I can't resist her cute voice!

While giggling, she just makes that cute noise!"

Unable to hide her state of enthrallment, Imoen bursts out laughing.  With that commotion, Devin just realized she hasn't laughed this incredulously for a long time.  But that's no surprise, not with all the tortures she'd been subjugated to.  A content smile was now visible on his face, he could only wonder just how strong willed Imoen truly was.  Though it's satisfying to see her jubilant, for once.

"Haha, that was hilarious Dev!  Where did you thought that one up?"

"Oh, I don't know… It's an innate ability.  And I am a bard after all, just like you said I'd be."  Devin preened, obviously pleased with himself.

"Yup.  Told you you had talent.  You brighten up everyone's mood with your singing and poetry.  I wonder how I'd ever be happy without ya." Imoen smiled, a hint of sincerity and gratitude in her voice.

"Hmm, I'm glad you feel that way then, Immy".  Devin said as he mussed up the hair of a disgruntle Imoen, despite her protest. 

Looking irritated, Imoen tried to straighten out her disheveled hair.  "Thanks a lot… Ya don't have to finish it up by giving me a bad hair day every time..."  She stuck her tongue out and teased.

"But you're so cute when you have the helmet head!" Devin explained with a smirk.

 Imoen made a sullen face and began to sulk.

After several moments of quietude, both of them broke out with laughter.  A typical and mirthful evening usually consisted of such events taking place, but what happened next was unprecedented.

"Err… Umm Imoen?"

"Yeah?"

"Umm Uh..."  Devin was now blushing furiously.  Very unlike his temperament, especially in the presence of Imoen.

"Spill it out little brother"  Imoen nudged her elbow at him playfully, with a hint of impatience and exasperation.

Devin coughed and cleared his throat.  "Um well I had another poem on my mind that I… err… like to share". 

"Okay Dev, I'm all ears."  Imoen smiled, her eyes sparkling with everlasting encouragement.

"Tha- Thanks."  Her words reassured him of his intent.  He began.

"Even now my bond grows with you,

our setting ever fresh and new,

someone like you is rare and few.

Thus I present to you my impression,

plus a future of promise and passion.

I can only hope for an approved reaction.

But still I like your personality,

and your complexion of belle tonality.

Those eyes with depths of serenity,

your entire being personifies divinity.

And I know for a certainty,

that you are my destiny.

I can picture us running free,

resting as we lay on the sandy beach,

upon the stars we entwine and reach.

Or let us dive beneath,

into the ocean's floor,

into the earth's core,

even if we were sent to heaven's door,

upon the Gods' sky then we shall soar,

as long as our bond is forevermore.

And my impression, you certainly can't ignore…"

Silence reigned in the aftermath of the poem.

Imoen was dumbstruck and speechless.  When she tried to speak, her words were just mumbles of incoherence.  She had been shocked, but also somewhat relieved by this new revelation.  The extremely blatant poem was Devin's way of pronouncing his amorous feelings toward her.  But what could she say?

"Devin… That was beautiful…"

"Not as beautiful as you."  Devin could feel himself flush.  However, he moved ever closer, to the silhouette presence of Imoen.  With a hand, he brushed her cheek.  Then, hesitantly, he brushed a strand of hair away from Imoen's shoulder.  He could see her clearly now.  That aquamarine pair of eyes, with such depth he could practically drown within them if he stared for long.  Those cheeks of hers, which were now crimson red had felt so soft and vulnerable to his unexpected touch.  He leaned closer still, until their lips were just inches apart.  He could feel her urgent breathing.  Though he could not see a change in her expression, he knew her well enough that she was just as anxious as he was.  The feeling of elation was mutual. 

Unknowingly, Devin pressed his lips against Imoen's.  Eyes closed, his hands now upon her shoulders.  He could feel both of them trembling.  This feeling, so dramatic, yet so satisfying.  He felt like time finally ceased to exist, as he transcended into a bond he never expressed before with her.  But then, the realization struck him.  A devastating blow, like being struck in the abdomen.  They were Bhaalspawn.  Both of them, the offsprings of a deceased Deity.  Bhaal, the God of Murder was within their blood, the taint within their deepest angst and sorrow.  They were siblings…

Devin awakened from his euphoria, breaking away from the kiss.  Shock can be read from his face as he realized just what he had done.  He took advantage of Imoen, his younger half sister.  It was disgusting, it was perverted.  It was unforgivable.

"Imoen, what am I doing?  I'm so sorry…"  Devin said, his eyes full of guilt as if he was pleading.

"No Dev, its not… Don't be..."  Before she could finish her sentence however, Devin had already left her side.  He was cringing by a tree on the far end of the camp.  His body was shaking, his hands were upon his lowered face.  If one could see it now, it would carry an expression of regret and shame.

Imoen's POV:

Imoen could not fully comprehend what had just happened in the forest.  She was confused by Devin's abrupt approach and the same hasty retreat after the realization of their shared lineage dawned on him.  Still, impulsive as it may have been, Imoen just could not stop thinking about their intimate moment together.  When their lips touched.  Was it a feeling of joy integrating with the knowledge of guilt?  What can possibly be interpreted from the events of this morning?  Only time will tell.  She thought.  And we still have your soul to catch, Devin.