II A Halfling Named Hannah II
The Zhentarim soldiers were easily defeated that night in Shadowdale. None of the Zhents had made it out of the city, as they were rounded up for the jails, or were already dead.
"That was quick," said one of the Harper Agents, a surly dwarf with curly blond hair, and green eyes who went by the name of Rouric Balderk. He wore grey hide armor, and carried a black bladed greataxe over his shoulder. "Wouldn't ya say so guys?"
The other harpers grunted, and shook their heads as they walked away. Rouric walked around the battlefield, making sure he stepped over the dead bodies of Zhents that now cluttered the open field. The dwarf began to look around, hoping to find his friend. "Hey Bowie, where are ya? I got over twenty kills this time." Rouric stopped pacing when he heard no response from his friend..
Stepping behind the dwarf, Dove Falconhand gently placed her hand on the dwarf's shoulder, causing him to jump. "Are you one of Bowie's friend?" she asked softly.
Rouric nodded, then looked up at Dove. "Have ya seen him?" he asked, getting worried that something bad had happened to his friend.
Dove sighed and looked down, then back at Rouric. "I fought next to him. A spear had wounded him, and I told him to seek some aid from one of the clerics. When I last looked, I saw him heading to the woods. For all we know, he could be dead."
The surly dwarf shook his head, then looked towards the Spiderhaunt Woods. A moment of silence passed between them, then Rouric looked out into the Spiderhaunt Woods "It would take more than a spear to kill that lad," he said softly, walking towards the woods. Dove Falconhand looked up into the sky, praying to Mystra for Bowie's safety.
He had been walking through the woods for what seemed like an hour. Despite the wound in his side that still hurt like the nine hells, the halfling continued down an unknown path that was leading him to the beautiful singing..
The night sky was slowly turning lighter, dawn's light slowly peaking through the trees. Had he really been walking through Spiderhaunt Woods all these hours? Bowie wondered as he remembered the battle taking place in the middle of supper time. For a moment, he took his eyes from the path ahead, noticing that he was in a part of the forest he had never been in before. "You would think there would be some spiders," he whispered as his eyes went back to looking ahead of him.
Suddenly, a bright white light shined a few feet ahead of the halfling. Bowie quickly shut his eyes to prevent the light from blinding him, but sound of the melodious singing grew louder. He could hear the beautiful song of a lovely woman...
The forest trees are bright with Lathander's light, each day brings a new dawn.
The heroes and villains of battle die, and life goes on.
Through the days, I wait for the one who will help me get the stone.
A night's journey to get it, and one I cannot make alone.
Bowie opened his eyes, expecting a beautiful elf, or a human maiden to standing before him, but to his surprise, the owner of the beautiful voice was a halfling maiden. The most beautiful halfling Bowie had ever laid his eyes on.
She had golden hair, braided in the back. Her eyes were a deep blue, her figure was slender. She wore a green shirt with brown leather breeches and wore a golden in her hair.
Bowie stood there, enchanted as he watched the beautiful halfling who now was dancing before him. His heart raced as she danced away, twirling around the grass, continuing her sweet song.
The forest trees are bright with Lathander's light, each day brings a new dawn.
The heroes and villains of battle die, and life goes on.
Through the days, I wait for the one who will help me get the stone.
A night's journey to get it, and one I cannot make alone.
The halfling female stopped when she noticed Bowie standing there. Her eyes looked deeply into his, and Bowie's almost stopped inside his chest. She quietly walked up to him, still gazing into his eyes, then down at the blood soaked stain in his armor, caused by the wound he had recieved earlier in battle. With her smooth hands, she placed a hand on his side, and began to chant a prayer to the halfling goddess Yondalla. Bowie hissed as he felt a sting of energy go through him, but smiled as the pain in his side left him.
"You are now healed," she said softly, taking his hands into hers.
Under the early morning sky, the two halfling began to dance together. Bowie could hear the sounds of harps playing in the trees, but his full attention was on this beautiful creature he now danced with.
"That song, were you singing. What did it mean exactly? and who are you?" Bowie asked, finally able to get out the words as he followed the graceful movement of her feet.
Bowie could see sadness in her eyes, and thought she would stop the dance, but she smiled, continuing to hold their hands and guide his steps. "My name is Hannah Yellowbrandy. My father is on his deathbed. The goddess Yondalla told me a hero would come to my aid and help me get the one thing that could save my father's life. The Philosopher's Stone."
The halfling hard continued to dance with Hannah, remembering reading about the Philosopher's Stone in one of Storm Silverhand's books. As Bowie had read, the stone had a cavity inside of it that contained quicksilver. It was said, the quicksilver from inside the stone was able to turn lead into gold, iron into silver, and when mixed with a curing potion, it could bring anyone back to life.
Bowie immediately felt compelled to help her. He gazed back into her deep blue eyes and smiled. "If you want, I can be that hero and help you go find the stone."
Hannah wrapped her arms tightly around Bowie holding him close. "You don't know how much this means to me milord," she whispered sweetly into his ear, then kissed him softly on the lips.
His face flushed red, and Bowie replied," No need for calling me lord. My name is Bowie. Besides, you made my pain go away..." he paused, swallowing any fear he had of saying his next words," I think I love you." Hannah giggled, holding on to him as they continued to dance.
"I think I love you too Bowie," Hannah whispered into his ear as they continued to dance in the forest.