I do not own Forgotten Realms...
Sunlight streamed in through the windows, bathing everything in the golden glow of late afternoon. It luminated the desks piled high with parchment and spellbooks and weighted down with the odd artefact.
It also woke the occupent of the large, canopied bed. Asgwrn eased himself up onto the pillows propped against the headboard.
He wondered vaguely how he got here. The last thing he recalled was...
Pain... Tearing through him... Staff so heavy in his hands as he brought it down for the final blow.
The staff itself was leaning against the wall and his robes were thrown over a chair back. Asgwrn found himself in a much better condition than he'd first thought. There was only one swath of bandages he could see running diagonally across his chest.
"I must be tougher than I look..." mused Asgwrn as he leant back.
"You had many more injurys than that... You also have been unconscious for three days."
Asgwrn looked to his left. Standing in the doorway was Yami. She had reaquired her clothing and equipment. She was holding a seathed Marwolaeth in her pale hand and a small stack of parchment in the other.
"Did you... heal me?"
"No. There was a cleric amongst the captive servants here," Yami placed the parchment on the floor, for lack of clear desk space and wandered over to his bedside.
"Ah."
Yami settled herself on edge of the bed and turned to the window. In her reflection Asgwrn though he glimpsed a look of sorrow in her eyes.
"The parchments here contain many spells... You will make use of them I trust."
"Who... did they...?"
"They were the lich's," Yami's hand gripped her katana tightly, memories of her abuse at the lich's hands running through her mind, "I destroyed him... He used me to futher his own cause..."
"What?"
"Experiments were carried out here to meld soul and steel together. Out of the seventeen subjects I was the only survivor."
"Did they kidnap you?"
"I do not remember... I have no memeory pior to five years ago."
Yami continued staring out the window. Asgwrn frowned,
"I came here to pay my debt to you Yami Shadowblade... but now it seems I have a second one pay."
"You freed me from the lich..."
"And you found me so that I could be healed... I am in your debt, Yami."
The elf turned then, uncertainty in her eyes,
"Pay it then," In a split second Yami was in the circle of his arms, "I do not want to be alone."
Asgwrn smiled and tighted his embrace,
"You won't be. I'm here... I always will be."
THE END
Jessi: Yes! Yes! I finished a fanfic take that everyone! WHEEEE! ^_^ *runs off into the distance*
Tiamet: T_T To say nothing of a certain muse's hard work... Please do not forget to review.
Sunlight streamed in through the windows, bathing everything in the golden glow of late afternoon. It luminated the desks piled high with parchment and spellbooks and weighted down with the odd artefact.
It also woke the occupent of the large, canopied bed. Asgwrn eased himself up onto the pillows propped against the headboard.
He wondered vaguely how he got here. The last thing he recalled was...
Pain... Tearing through him... Staff so heavy in his hands as he brought it down for the final blow.
The staff itself was leaning against the wall and his robes were thrown over a chair back. Asgwrn found himself in a much better condition than he'd first thought. There was only one swath of bandages he could see running diagonally across his chest.
"I must be tougher than I look..." mused Asgwrn as he leant back.
"You had many more injurys than that... You also have been unconscious for three days."
Asgwrn looked to his left. Standing in the doorway was Yami. She had reaquired her clothing and equipment. She was holding a seathed Marwolaeth in her pale hand and a small stack of parchment in the other.
"Did you... heal me?"
"No. There was a cleric amongst the captive servants here," Yami placed the parchment on the floor, for lack of clear desk space and wandered over to his bedside.
"Ah."
Yami settled herself on edge of the bed and turned to the window. In her reflection Asgwrn though he glimpsed a look of sorrow in her eyes.
"The parchments here contain many spells... You will make use of them I trust."
"Who... did they...?"
"They were the lich's," Yami's hand gripped her katana tightly, memories of her abuse at the lich's hands running through her mind, "I destroyed him... He used me to futher his own cause..."
"What?"
"Experiments were carried out here to meld soul and steel together. Out of the seventeen subjects I was the only survivor."
"Did they kidnap you?"
"I do not remember... I have no memeory pior to five years ago."
Yami continued staring out the window. Asgwrn frowned,
"I came here to pay my debt to you Yami Shadowblade... but now it seems I have a second one pay."
"You freed me from the lich..."
"And you found me so that I could be healed... I am in your debt, Yami."
The elf turned then, uncertainty in her eyes,
"Pay it then," In a split second Yami was in the circle of his arms, "I do not want to be alone."
Asgwrn smiled and tighted his embrace,
"You won't be. I'm here... I always will be."
THE END
Jessi: Yes! Yes! I finished a fanfic take that everyone! WHEEEE! ^_^ *runs off into the distance*
Tiamet: T_T To say nothing of a certain muse's hard work... Please do not forget to review.