--Well, I guess I should continue with the story, instead of letting you hang now, shouldn't I ? **evil smirk** But I think I'll only reveal one of the people that are after Drizzt, just to keep you reading. **evil, maniacal laughter** But, I don't know yet. Hmm. Just read to find out!!
Chapter Five
Without another thought, Drizzt took off into the woods, absolutely positive that the companions were safe while he would only be gone for a short while to bring the child to safety. If worse came to worse, he would be able to come back before the others knew that he was gone. Or at least, that was what he hoped.
The forest at this time of the night was pitch black, the moon was not even able to shine through the thick canopy. Aware that he was not able to see in the spectrum of light, the drow allowed his sight to slip into the heated vision of the infrared spectrum. Drizzt then continued running, his violet eyes glowing clearly through in the thick darkness, allowing him to see in the dense woodlands.
He continued running for what seemed like forever, with worry for the child in the distance flowing through him. After what seemed like hours, he finally reached where he knew the child to be. Slowing down and taking to the trees, he slowly slide on of his enchanted scimitars, Icingdeath, out of its sheath, also pulling the onyx statue out of a large pouch on his belt. He called softly to the panther, bringing it from its home on the Astral Plane.
"Come to me, my shadow," he called quietly in the drow tongue, quickly drawing Twinkle and dimming it's normal twilight glow. As soon as the panther appeared, Drizzt only motioned to where he was still able to hear the child's pleas for help. She seemed to nod, before silently moving off through the trees and to the other side of the clearing. After making sure that even he couldn't see the Astral creature, he looked down into the clearing from his perch.
There was an elven child being held in the clearing, by a group of about six drow warriors. To his surprise, the members of the group each carried a snake whip, mainly used by the High Prietesses of Lolth. His lavender eyes widened as he began to recognize the leader of the group. He cursed softly as he watched them all have their turn at whipping the sobbing child.
"Your parents, along the your entire family and clan, are dead. You'll never see them again, for all the days you live, elfling." The leader said that word as if it were a curse. The little one couldn't have been more than four or five years old. A cruel smile made its way onto the familiar drow's slender features as he snapped his whip menacingly. "But don't worry, you may be joining them very soon, if you do as I say."
The ellfing's wide blue eyes were fixed on the site before him, sobs shaking his tiny frame. Stray locks of the little one's pale gold hair had fallen into his face, having come undone from the small braids that had been lovingly woven my his mother. Drizzt felt ill, seeing the carnage that was so openly displayed infront of the small elven child.
There were two headless corpses, along with several others, all around him. The two directly in front of the elfling, the ones that had been decapitated, the ranger assumed, were the little one's parents. They had likely been the leaders of the small clan, judging from the male's armor, and the female's clothing. It appeared as if they had both died, to keep their child from the blades of the drow warriors.
"Ame, Ada." The small child knelt down beside the headless corpses of his mother and father. As the drow listened, he realized that the elfling was speaking in the elven tongue, unable to understand any other language. "No, no, no."
The elfling continued to sob as the group of drow warriors laughed at him, taunting him cruelly about how his family, how everything and everyone he knew and loved, was gone. Looking across the clearing and meeting Guenwyvar's gleaming green eyes, he nodded slowly.
* * * * *
A surprised cry came from the one of the drow on the group as 600 pounds of muscle and sleek black fur sprang upon him, throwing him to the ground, claws already working furiously. The rest of the group called out, and half a dozen more drow came from hiding places in the woods, all bearing finely edged swords and hand crossbows with poisoned darts. All of them were ready as the renegade dark elf, Drizzt Do'Urden, sprang from his hiding spot in the trees.
Kelnozz only smiled wickedly as everything he had been planning fell into into its precise placing.
All exactly as planned.
--Muhahaha!! Again another cliffhanger!! **evil grin** I think reading one to many stories with cliffhangers is wearing off on me... lol. Sorry about the short chapter, but I have a lot of homework, and parents are REALLY nagging me about it. **sigh** R/R or I will make every worse than I planned!! **evil snicker**
Chapter Five
Without another thought, Drizzt took off into the woods, absolutely positive that the companions were safe while he would only be gone for a short while to bring the child to safety. If worse came to worse, he would be able to come back before the others knew that he was gone. Or at least, that was what he hoped.
The forest at this time of the night was pitch black, the moon was not even able to shine through the thick canopy. Aware that he was not able to see in the spectrum of light, the drow allowed his sight to slip into the heated vision of the infrared spectrum. Drizzt then continued running, his violet eyes glowing clearly through in the thick darkness, allowing him to see in the dense woodlands.
He continued running for what seemed like forever, with worry for the child in the distance flowing through him. After what seemed like hours, he finally reached where he knew the child to be. Slowing down and taking to the trees, he slowly slide on of his enchanted scimitars, Icingdeath, out of its sheath, also pulling the onyx statue out of a large pouch on his belt. He called softly to the panther, bringing it from its home on the Astral Plane.
"Come to me, my shadow," he called quietly in the drow tongue, quickly drawing Twinkle and dimming it's normal twilight glow. As soon as the panther appeared, Drizzt only motioned to where he was still able to hear the child's pleas for help. She seemed to nod, before silently moving off through the trees and to the other side of the clearing. After making sure that even he couldn't see the Astral creature, he looked down into the clearing from his perch.
There was an elven child being held in the clearing, by a group of about six drow warriors. To his surprise, the members of the group each carried a snake whip, mainly used by the High Prietesses of Lolth. His lavender eyes widened as he began to recognize the leader of the group. He cursed softly as he watched them all have their turn at whipping the sobbing child.
"Your parents, along the your entire family and clan, are dead. You'll never see them again, for all the days you live, elfling." The leader said that word as if it were a curse. The little one couldn't have been more than four or five years old. A cruel smile made its way onto the familiar drow's slender features as he snapped his whip menacingly. "But don't worry, you may be joining them very soon, if you do as I say."
The ellfing's wide blue eyes were fixed on the site before him, sobs shaking his tiny frame. Stray locks of the little one's pale gold hair had fallen into his face, having come undone from the small braids that had been lovingly woven my his mother. Drizzt felt ill, seeing the carnage that was so openly displayed infront of the small elven child.
There were two headless corpses, along with several others, all around him. The two directly in front of the elfling, the ones that had been decapitated, the ranger assumed, were the little one's parents. They had likely been the leaders of the small clan, judging from the male's armor, and the female's clothing. It appeared as if they had both died, to keep their child from the blades of the drow warriors.
"Ame, Ada." The small child knelt down beside the headless corpses of his mother and father. As the drow listened, he realized that the elfling was speaking in the elven tongue, unable to understand any other language. "No, no, no."
The elfling continued to sob as the group of drow warriors laughed at him, taunting him cruelly about how his family, how everything and everyone he knew and loved, was gone. Looking across the clearing and meeting Guenwyvar's gleaming green eyes, he nodded slowly.
* * * * *
A surprised cry came from the one of the drow on the group as 600 pounds of muscle and sleek black fur sprang upon him, throwing him to the ground, claws already working furiously. The rest of the group called out, and half a dozen more drow came from hiding places in the woods, all bearing finely edged swords and hand crossbows with poisoned darts. All of them were ready as the renegade dark elf, Drizzt Do'Urden, sprang from his hiding spot in the trees.
Kelnozz only smiled wickedly as everything he had been planning fell into into its precise placing.
All exactly as planned.
--Muhahaha!! Again another cliffhanger!! **evil grin** I think reading one to many stories with cliffhangers is wearing off on me... lol. Sorry about the short chapter, but I have a lot of homework, and parents are REALLY nagging me about it. **sigh** R/R or I will make every worse than I planned!! **evil snicker**