The Adventures of James Do'Urden and Zack Galanode

by Shino Aburame

The story of the halfelf son of Drizzt Do'Urden and his two companiens and there quest to find Drizzt's old friend Guenhwyvar. Rated T for Grotuitus violence, blood and gore, and language. And if you are going to read this to find every mistake, dont.

1. Chapter 1

The Adventures of James Do'Urden and Zack Galanodel Book 1: Search for Guenhwyvar

A/N. Just a bit of info about how this came along. I play D&D, and James Do'Urden was the first character that I ever made. Zack was my brothers first. So, we have ALWASE played them together. This is D&D base, so if you have only read the Forgotten Realms, expect some new creatures.

PS: My Bro and I share an account, so this is my personal first. If you want his, look for Harry Potter and the 4 Horcruxes.

Chapter 1: Dream: How it began.

As silent as a grave the young man slipped through the window. He had nothing in his hand but a Rapier, al though he was a master with two blades. He was a master thief and an excellent assassin. He wasn't evil, though, unlike most of his one half. The way he saw it, the people who hired him needed someone dead, and it was for good reason. Anyway, they paid well.

He saw his next victim, sitting silently at his desk, reading over some very old looking documents. He held back a snigger, thinking about how easy this would be. He stepped forward, through the door to the man's study, and, rapier in hand, prepared to strike. He never had the chance. As soon as he raised his blade, the man twirled around and blocked the strike. The assassin stood up and looked at his foe. His face he didn't care for, his weapons were the only important part.

In his hand, the man held a long sword in his right and a short sword in his left. He looked prepared for battle, and ready and willing to start at any time. He held no expression of anger or pleasure, merely the expression of readiness. That was the difference between him and his assassin. The assassin held a smug look on his face, and as his foe noted, an obvious sense of adrenaline. This, the assassin got from his father.

The assassin attacked first. He swung down, but was blocked by one hand then dogged out of the way of the other. He looked around to try and find a second blade. He did. A rapier was perched up against the wall. He just hopped it was strong enough.

He rolled over to the sword and picked it up. It was strong and sturdy. He was ready. He struck again and again and again, he parried and thruster and hacked and dogged, but so did his foe. The assassin noticed how evenly matched he was with his latest victim. The grin on his face began to widen into a smile as he realized that he might finally have a challenge.

Suddenly, it all stopped, and a bright light shone onto the eyes of James Do'Urden. For he was the assassin and that was 10 years ago.