AN: Disturbing Dreams – this story is not written to show Drizzt going insane and killing his friends. Secondly, it is supposed to be vague and without very detailed descriptions. I require for the readers of this story to be able to think a bit on their own. This is a story about a disease of the mind, and apart from the attack on the orcs, no more scenes of people getting killed in the "real" world will appear – 'less my muse decides to go rampant….
That being said, HUGE thankyous to the many people who have reviewed. Please keep them coming, and you will see this story be updated (though how often that will be, I cannot promise). Don't forget that the more your reviews contain about what you're thinking has happened/will happen, the faster the plotbunnies will bite.
Chapter
four:
The crystalline structures within the gem reflected the light of his candle, sending it into strange patterns on the walls, ceiling and floor, bathing the dim room in a reddish glow. Slightly mesmerized, as always, by its spinning and turning, Regis allowed his thoughts to drift back to their raid on that orcish lair.
They had heard the vague sounds of battle drifting down the hallway, signalling that Drizzt and Guenhwyvar were close. The companions had entered the room, just in time to see the mage finish his spell and launch a dark ray of magic at the drow. Drizzt had cried out, obviously in pain, but immediately had been ready again, and took out the final two orcs in the room. Then, a look of utter horror had been painted on his face as he looked at the stabbed orcs, about the same time as Aegis-Fang buried the mage in the wall. Wulfgar had grabbed Drizzt, pulling at him to get him out of the room – to a safe place where the companions could make sure their friend wasn't hurt.
Regis forced his thoughts to focus, concentrating on the look on the elf's face as he looked towards the pile of dead orcs – the look of someone who had just seen his closest friends die edged onto his face…
The halfling found his mind back at the present instantly, thoughts churning as they tried to process the information he just had found. It was the only thing, he knew, that the drow had always feared more than anything, even though it had never been said out loud.
A frown creased his forehead as he wondered what precisely could have happened. None of them had seen anything before Drizzt had slain the two orcs, and therefore did not know precisely what had struck him. Yet, even if he had seen the illusion of his friends being killed, then why had his condition only worsen? He had spoken to them, though visibly shaken, and addressed them by name – meaning that he had known the other Companions were still alive.
Regis shook his head, clearing it of the magical mist of the gem, and dropped the pendant back to its safe place beneath his shirt. Drizzt had to believe he had killed his friends, as that was the only possible cause of what could have bought him out this far, and, as a result, they had to try and make him realise nothing had happened to them.
The question, though, he thought while chewing on his lip, was how to make that happen….
