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Chapter Eleven
His thoughts were hazy, and clouded by something that he could not feel anymore. It had been a long time, or so he thought, since he had been conscious, since he had felt the burning pain of that cursed whip. He vaguely heard someone calling his name, but he couldn't answer. Suspended in this void, he only continued and allowed the blackness to swam around him.
* * * * *
"Why isn't he with his family?" Catti-brie asked the Lady Alustriel as she closed the door to the elfling's room. It had been nearly two weeks since they had left Drizzt behind and had picked up the elfling. The trip to Silverymoon had taken longer than planned. "Guen brought him to us, but we're not knowin' what happened to his family."
The lady sighed. From what she had just found out, it was a surprise that the elfling hadn't been permanently scared, at least, not from what she could see. "His entire clan I dead, Catti-brie. Apparently, drow warriors that came to the surface had ambushed them all. His parents, the two leaders by what he tells me, were both killed trying to defend him. He was the youngest child in the clan.
"It'll be hard for him to adjust, especially having to adapt from his elven upbringing." She chuckled suddenly, remembering something else that the elfling had told her. "He's taken a liking to you Catti-brie. Apparently you remind him of his mother, who was fairly similar to you in appearance. He was embarrassed about saying it out loud, though I eventually coaxed him into it."
"Did he say anything about what happened to Drizzt?" Catti-brie asked, taking a sip of the offered whine. "Since Guenwyvar was the one to bring him back, I'm wonderin' why Drizzt would also send the statue."
"Yes, he did say something." Alustriel looked at the dwarven-raised woman. "He had recognized him from tales told on the long road, and whenever he visited Silverymoon –"
At that moment, a servant rushed in, bowing quickly before speaking. "My lady, Lord Gabriel is here. It is urgent that he speaks to you. As you know, he has traveled a long way."
She nodded. "Send him in here."
She smiled slightly as Catti-brie gave her a confused look. "Don't worry, we'll continue this after I've talked with him."
"Who is this 'Lord Gabriel' any way? I never heard o' him afore."
At that moment, a tall, white-winged figure opened the door. Catti-brie's mouth opened slightly as she looked at the sight before her.
He was tall, taller than even Wulfgar. His snowy white hair was pulled into a complicated twist of tiny braid, and past his waist in length. The white wings upon his back seemed as if they would span nearly twelve feet. His features were elven in appearance, though it was apparent that he wasn't elven in descent. His eyes were strangely slanted, with soft, almond shaped curves, and were the color of the darkest amethysts.
On his long, slender body, he wore specially fitted, gleaming mithril armor. It had been wonderfully crafted, even if the armor was only made to fit his legs and forearms. The design was beautiful, and gave him an angelic appearance. On his hips were belted two long, slightly curving swords, and his back carried a pair of long knives. On his right hip was a quiver, with carvings etched of violet and silver, carrying violet and silver fletched arrows. On his shoulder he carried a long bow that seemed nearly as tall as he was, carved of a silvery wood.
His voice was light and melodic as he spoke. "I am Lord Gabriel."
* * * * *
When Drizzt finally came to his senses, he almost wished he hadn't. Pain flared through his body, nearly rendering him unconscious again. Looking gingerly to his side, he say that the elven woman had been taken from that wall, but still had a chain around her ankle, to keep her in the cell. It was apparent that she had again been raped, and then whipped, but not nearly as harshly as he had been. He sighed when he realized that she was at least somewhat all right.
Looking her over, he realized that there was something entirely different about her. She had wings, the same pale gold as her uncombed hair. It was unclear to the drow whither or not they had been clipped. It was unlikely, however, since there weren't really any type of bird in the Underdark.
She looked up, realizing that he was looking at her. Her dirty cheeks were streaked with tears, as if she had been crying recently. With much difficulty, she got to her feet, one hand gently resting on her swollen belly. She made her way over to him as quickly as possible.
"Are you alright?" She asked quietly, worry evident in her clear eyes. "That drow, I forget his name, had continued to use that whip long after the darkness took you. I was worried that he had killed you."
It was then that Drizzt noticed that he wasn't chained against wall, but only had long chains that reached the wall, and gave him room to walk around the room. "Well, except for wanting a new back, I think I'm fine."
He grinned ruefully, trying to take the worry from her eyes. For some reason, the young woman, or, whatever she was, seemed familiar. He had seen some of their kind before, but at the moment, couldn't remember where he had seen her face before.
"What is your name?" he asked, trying to move into a sitting position. "I believe that I've seen your face before, but I can't remember where it was that I saw it."
"My name is Serenity." She said quietly, kneeling on the ground beside him. She held her hands on her lap. "I come from the mountains. My husband is the lord of our people. It has been so long since I've seen him."
Looking around the room, Drizzt smiled as his lavender eyes came to rest on the shaft just on the other side of the room. It was just wide enough for her to get through, maybe to freedom. When he looked at her, there was an idea forming in his mind.
"I have an idea that may get you out of here Serenity."
* * * * *
"What happened during the raid?" Alustriel asked, her silver eyes looking at the back of the Lord before her. "Something terrible must've happened during that raid. Your people never ask for the help of others unless it is absolutely necessary."
His head hanging, he muttered something in his native tongue. Alustriel scowled slightly. "Say it so that people other that yourself can understand you, Gabriel."
"Serenity was kidnapped." There were tears in the corners of his amethyst eyes as he looked at Lady Alustriel and Catti-brie. "My wife was kidnapped in the raid, by the dark elves." The tears fell slowly down his cheek. "She had only just found out that she was with child. We have been trying for years to have a child of our own, and were afraid that she was barren." A small smile crossed his face. "She had been so happy to be carrying that child.
"But that was six months ago, and there is barely hope of finding her alive by now." His eyes were almost pleading. "I know that she is yet alive, I would've known if she had been killed. They have been sending strange messages, telling me that they will kill her if I do not hand over the Kingdom." His eyes were distant as he looked out the window, towards the mountains. "And I no longer know what to do. I want her back with all my heart, but if I hand over the kingdom, many will be killed."
His shoulders were shaking in the dim light of the setting sun. "But I can't lose her. I love her so much; I just can't let her or the child, if it yet lives, just die. I just can't."
Alustriel looked at the young lord, remembering suddenly what she hed been told by the elfling, and connecting the two accounts. However, she was still weary about what exactly they could do about it.
--Hope you like. GABRIEL, MIKHAIL, AND SERENITY, **not to mention people with wings** ARE ALL MINE! **Looks around suspiciously** Will murder anyone who takes them!! **Please R/R!!
Chapter Eleven
His thoughts were hazy, and clouded by something that he could not feel anymore. It had been a long time, or so he thought, since he had been conscious, since he had felt the burning pain of that cursed whip. He vaguely heard someone calling his name, but he couldn't answer. Suspended in this void, he only continued and allowed the blackness to swam around him.
* * * * *
"Why isn't he with his family?" Catti-brie asked the Lady Alustriel as she closed the door to the elfling's room. It had been nearly two weeks since they had left Drizzt behind and had picked up the elfling. The trip to Silverymoon had taken longer than planned. "Guen brought him to us, but we're not knowin' what happened to his family."
The lady sighed. From what she had just found out, it was a surprise that the elfling hadn't been permanently scared, at least, not from what she could see. "His entire clan I dead, Catti-brie. Apparently, drow warriors that came to the surface had ambushed them all. His parents, the two leaders by what he tells me, were both killed trying to defend him. He was the youngest child in the clan.
"It'll be hard for him to adjust, especially having to adapt from his elven upbringing." She chuckled suddenly, remembering something else that the elfling had told her. "He's taken a liking to you Catti-brie. Apparently you remind him of his mother, who was fairly similar to you in appearance. He was embarrassed about saying it out loud, though I eventually coaxed him into it."
"Did he say anything about what happened to Drizzt?" Catti-brie asked, taking a sip of the offered whine. "Since Guenwyvar was the one to bring him back, I'm wonderin' why Drizzt would also send the statue."
"Yes, he did say something." Alustriel looked at the dwarven-raised woman. "He had recognized him from tales told on the long road, and whenever he visited Silverymoon –"
At that moment, a servant rushed in, bowing quickly before speaking. "My lady, Lord Gabriel is here. It is urgent that he speaks to you. As you know, he has traveled a long way."
She nodded. "Send him in here."
She smiled slightly as Catti-brie gave her a confused look. "Don't worry, we'll continue this after I've talked with him."
"Who is this 'Lord Gabriel' any way? I never heard o' him afore."
At that moment, a tall, white-winged figure opened the door. Catti-brie's mouth opened slightly as she looked at the sight before her.
He was tall, taller than even Wulfgar. His snowy white hair was pulled into a complicated twist of tiny braid, and past his waist in length. The white wings upon his back seemed as if they would span nearly twelve feet. His features were elven in appearance, though it was apparent that he wasn't elven in descent. His eyes were strangely slanted, with soft, almond shaped curves, and were the color of the darkest amethysts.
On his long, slender body, he wore specially fitted, gleaming mithril armor. It had been wonderfully crafted, even if the armor was only made to fit his legs and forearms. The design was beautiful, and gave him an angelic appearance. On his hips were belted two long, slightly curving swords, and his back carried a pair of long knives. On his right hip was a quiver, with carvings etched of violet and silver, carrying violet and silver fletched arrows. On his shoulder he carried a long bow that seemed nearly as tall as he was, carved of a silvery wood.
His voice was light and melodic as he spoke. "I am Lord Gabriel."
* * * * *
When Drizzt finally came to his senses, he almost wished he hadn't. Pain flared through his body, nearly rendering him unconscious again. Looking gingerly to his side, he say that the elven woman had been taken from that wall, but still had a chain around her ankle, to keep her in the cell. It was apparent that she had again been raped, and then whipped, but not nearly as harshly as he had been. He sighed when he realized that she was at least somewhat all right.
Looking her over, he realized that there was something entirely different about her. She had wings, the same pale gold as her uncombed hair. It was unclear to the drow whither or not they had been clipped. It was unlikely, however, since there weren't really any type of bird in the Underdark.
She looked up, realizing that he was looking at her. Her dirty cheeks were streaked with tears, as if she had been crying recently. With much difficulty, she got to her feet, one hand gently resting on her swollen belly. She made her way over to him as quickly as possible.
"Are you alright?" She asked quietly, worry evident in her clear eyes. "That drow, I forget his name, had continued to use that whip long after the darkness took you. I was worried that he had killed you."
It was then that Drizzt noticed that he wasn't chained against wall, but only had long chains that reached the wall, and gave him room to walk around the room. "Well, except for wanting a new back, I think I'm fine."
He grinned ruefully, trying to take the worry from her eyes. For some reason, the young woman, or, whatever she was, seemed familiar. He had seen some of their kind before, but at the moment, couldn't remember where he had seen her face before.
"What is your name?" he asked, trying to move into a sitting position. "I believe that I've seen your face before, but I can't remember where it was that I saw it."
"My name is Serenity." She said quietly, kneeling on the ground beside him. She held her hands on her lap. "I come from the mountains. My husband is the lord of our people. It has been so long since I've seen him."
Looking around the room, Drizzt smiled as his lavender eyes came to rest on the shaft just on the other side of the room. It was just wide enough for her to get through, maybe to freedom. When he looked at her, there was an idea forming in his mind.
"I have an idea that may get you out of here Serenity."
* * * * *
"What happened during the raid?" Alustriel asked, her silver eyes looking at the back of the Lord before her. "Something terrible must've happened during that raid. Your people never ask for the help of others unless it is absolutely necessary."
His head hanging, he muttered something in his native tongue. Alustriel scowled slightly. "Say it so that people other that yourself can understand you, Gabriel."
"Serenity was kidnapped." There were tears in the corners of his amethyst eyes as he looked at Lady Alustriel and Catti-brie. "My wife was kidnapped in the raid, by the dark elves." The tears fell slowly down his cheek. "She had only just found out that she was with child. We have been trying for years to have a child of our own, and were afraid that she was barren." A small smile crossed his face. "She had been so happy to be carrying that child.
"But that was six months ago, and there is barely hope of finding her alive by now." His eyes were almost pleading. "I know that she is yet alive, I would've known if she had been killed. They have been sending strange messages, telling me that they will kill her if I do not hand over the Kingdom." His eyes were distant as he looked out the window, towards the mountains. "And I no longer know what to do. I want her back with all my heart, but if I hand over the kingdom, many will be killed."
His shoulders were shaking in the dim light of the setting sun. "But I can't lose her. I love her so much; I just can't let her or the child, if it yet lives, just die. I just can't."
Alustriel looked at the young lord, remembering suddenly what she hed been told by the elfling, and connecting the two accounts. However, she was still weary about what exactly they could do about it.
--Hope you like. GABRIEL, MIKHAIL, AND SERENITY, **not to mention people with wings** ARE ALL MINE! **Looks around suspiciously** Will murder anyone who takes them!! **Please R/R!!