Eek. I really haven't updated in a while. I probably lost all of you whose wonderful comments persuaded me to update! Thanks to you all. Hopefully, you'll check back here and see that…another chapter of bad writing has been added! Muahaha! And, by the way, Tir is not what you think he is…And, with that cliffhanger, I present to you a chapter that took me almost FIVE WHOLE MINUTES to think of! Nah, just kidding. But seriously. Here we go.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own D&D. No, I don't own Drow. But I do own my original character. Which would be everyone in this story.

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They had been walking for gods know how long, creeping through the shadows. The Drow, at least, had experience. He had lived here all his life. Sihri, however, felt very out of place in the silent darkness of the Drow's native home.

"Tell me, Tir, how long will we be walking?" She couldn't walk in silence any longer, and she was starting to get footsore.

"For as long as we need to." The Drow tossed this comment over his shoulder, and continued on. Sihri felt her face contort into a snarl. This Drow was really starting to bother her.

They walked even longer, and just as Sihri was about to scream, Tir stopped all of a sudden. Sihri blinked. What was wrong now?

"Don't. Make. A. Sound." Tir whispered, and then he simply disappeared. Bewildered, the Elf simply stood there, frozen in place by his abrupt manner. She knew something was going on. In the distance, she could hear someone talking. Probably Tir. Another voice answered. Creeping closer, she strained her ears, trying to make out what was being said. Her eyes widened. They weren't speaking in any language she knew, but what sounded like Draconic. She grasped her longsword, and uttered a quick prayer to Ehlonna, the goddess whom she followed. Dragons? In the Underdark? And what was Tir doing talking to a dragon? If, indeed, it was a dragon…Before she could make up her mind as to whether or not to barge in upon the scene, Tir reappeared, stalking out from the shadows.

"Let's move. My companions have provided a shelter for us." He whispered, and began to move again. Sihri followed in silence, pondering. At last, they reached a tunnel with a bright light at the end of it. Sihri blinked.

"Don't Drow hate light?" She inquired. Tir made no response, instead walking out into the late afternoon like it was no problem. This worried Sihri. Worried her beyond the time when Ehlonna refused to answer her prayers. Last she heard, Drow were irritated by sunlight, and blinded as well.

"What's going on?" She hissed, stopping. Tir made no response. This irritated Sihri even more. "By the Goddesss, answer me!" She snarled, picking up a small rock and throwing it at the Drow's head.

"Childish antics will not get you an answer," Tir said, turning around and catching the rock. He let it drop to the ground. "You will find out soon enough, Little Elf."

"I'm not little." She muttered, nonetheless following the Drow when he started off again. After more trudging, they reached a cave.

"My friends readied this for us. We will stay her until daybreak tomorrow, and then we will set out towards the Stronghold." Tir knelt my the cave, picked up some of the dirt, rubbed it between his fingers, and nodded, satisfied.

"I think," Sihri stated stubbornly, "That it's about time that I learn what is going on here."

Tir stood up, brushing himself off. "I think so, too." With those words, he began to transform. Sihri's mouth opened wide, and she backed away.

Black skin turned into silver scales, red eyes turned into metallic-colored orbs, and he began to get larger. His clothes melted into his scales, and he grew a tail. And talons. When, at last, the transformation was completed, Sihri stared in awe at a Silver dragon.

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And here ends the third chapter, which I hope you will read. And review. Muahaha!