Author's Note: So sorry about the delay. I had bronchitis for a while and I had a ton of make up work from school. As if that wasn't enough, I had a chronic case of writer's block for a long time. So…I'm really sorry about how long it took me to post this and I'm sorry if it seems a bit…blah in the beginning. Just in case anyone's wondering about the apparent plot hole in the beginning, I didn't write about most of Undermountain. I think it's the most (well, only) boring part of the game and it would have been boring for me to write. Sorry if anyone's disappointed. :)

Chapter Three

Caelan wiped sweat and grime off his face as he ran down a flight of steps. He'd lost track of how long he'd been in Undermountain a while ago; it was too hard to tell when a day had passed. Linu and her friends had been successfully rescued and he'd found out that Halaster wasn't behind the attacks on Waterdeep after all. Caelan frowned as he remembered the strange golem he'd met on the second level. The grotesque creature had informed him that Halaster had been captured by the drow and that he needed rescuing. Caelan had promised to free him from the drow. If only to get out of this damnable dungeon! Caelan thought fiercely. After days of dodging traps, monsters, and the occasional drow, the ranger was more than ready to see the surface again.

The stairs abruptly ended at a rough stone doorway, beyond which was a shadowy cave. Caelan edged around the opening, on the lookout for traps or monsters. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when he saw nothing but a single drow scout standing a few feet away. Caelan slid back around the doorway and unslung his bow before leaning cautiously back around. The scout dropped without a sound, an arrow through his neck. Is that the only one? he wondered. It seems too easy… The ranger crept back out of the stairwell and slid along the cave wall, making sure to stay in the shadows. No other enemies waited to ambush him, so he stepped out of hiding with a sigh of relief and headed for the door across the room. He jumped and whirled around, unsheathing his sword as a voice spoke from behind him.

"I wouldn't go that way if I were you." The newcomer, a shadowy female drow, held her hands to show that they were empty as she backed away in alarm. "Hold your weapons, I mean you no harm." Caelan looked her over but kept his sword pointed at her. She looked like most drow, with silver hair and dark skin, yet she seemed to have an air of mystery to her. He felt more than a little embarrassed that she had surprised him so easily, since he normally considered himself hard to sneak up on.

"Is this some kind of trap?" he asked warily. She shook her head resolutely.

"I understand your suspicion, but not all the drow are after your blood. Just listen to what I have to say." She stared him in the eye as if daring him not to listen to her. Caelan thought for a moment before sheathing his sword and stepping back a pace.

"I'll listen," he conceded. "But don't try anything." The drow nodded and relaxed slightly, obviously just as apprehensive as the human.

"My name is Nathyrra. You are the ranger called Caelan Tel'rana, aren't you?" Caelan smiled sarcastically.

"Let me guess. This is the part where I say, 'Yes,' and you assassinate me, like every other drow seems to want to do. Am I right?" Nathyrra smiled slightly.

"No, I am not an assassin. Your reputation precedes you, Caelan. My people and I know who you are."

"You mean the drow?"

"My people are drow, but they are not like the ones who have invaded Waterdeep and attack the surface," she said, frowning. "We are…rebels. We want to help you free Halaster and stop the forces of the Valsharess from attacking Waterdeep."

The Valsharess. Caelan shivered slightly, recalling his dream again. Was it possible that she was real?

"Who, exactly, is the Valsharess?" he asked cautiously.

"The Valsharess is the ruler of House Kilath, a faction of the drow that has risen to prominence." The drow woman smiled grimly "The drow invading Waterdeep serve the Valsharess and her house. Her forces captured Halaster, giving them free access through Undermountain. However, not all the drow follow the Valsharess. Some of us oppose her, and will do anything we can to break her power." Caelan scowled slightly as he considered this. He certainly didn't want to get mixed up in a civil war and he didn't completely trust her yet.

"How were you planning to help me?" he questioned.

"We don't know if we want to trust you just yet." Nathyrra paused for a moment before continuing. "However, at this point I'm willing to provide information, nothing more." The ranger thought for a moment.

"Can you tell me where Halaster is being held?"

"Yes, I've done some scouting. The wizard is in the northern caverns, guarded by a powerful drow war party. If you want to free him, you must find some way to deal with them." Caelan frowned as he digested this new information. The war party he would deal with later; right now his job was to locate Halaster.

"I'll manage," he said shortly. Nathyrra nodded and turned to go, but turned back when Caelan added hesitantly, "Uh…thanks." She flashed him a fleeting smile before disappearing back into the shadows, leaving a slightly confused ranger behind. This is getting pretty complicated, Caelan thought. I'm almost beginning to regret agreeing to do this. He shook his head, then opened the door in front of him and slipped into the next cave before cursing silently. The cave was full of heavily armed drow and duergar!

"Damn!" he whispered quietly. The drow woman had led him into a trap! He flattened himself against the cave wall and thought frantically. It was only luck that had prevented any of them from seeing him enter. He doubted he could take on twenty or so hostile drow by himself, and the door to the next cave was clear across the room. Caelan decided his only choice was to try and sneak along the wall to the door, then slip out when no one was watching. He took a deep breath, then began to edge slowly along the wall, making sure to stay in the shadows.

It went smoothly until Caelan was about ten feet away from the door, when he rubbed up against some loose stone, causing it to clatter loudly to the ground. Caelan froze, survival instinct holding him perfectly still as a few drow looked over in his direction. They turned back to whatever they'd been doing after a few agonizing seconds, during which Caelan had held his breath, afraid they'd come over to investigate. He let it out slowly and began inching along the wall again. About seven more feet…five…almost there…two more feet…Caelan counted down mentally.

He paused at the edge of the door, bent down, and silently picked up a stone before throwing it as hard as he could. It hit an unlucky duergar in the back of the head, who promptly toppled over onto his neighbor. In the ensuing pandemonium in which everyone rushed over to the downed soldier, Caelan was able to slip out the door unnoticed. He shut it quickly behind him and sagged against it, weak with relief.

"I never thought I'd pull that off," he said in amazement. A shape materialized from the shadows, chuckling dryly.

"Talking to yourself?" Caelan glared at the speaker.

"Nathyrra, I was a fool to trust you! That was-"

"-no trap," Nathyrra interrupted. "I didn't bother telling you about those drow because I thought you could handle them yourself." She shrugged, looking him over critically. "You seem to have come out uninjured, so I was correct." Caelan wasn't sure he should trust her again, but he forced himself to relax and ask,

"So now what do you want?" as politely as possible. It still came out more hostile than he'd intended, but Nathyrra didn't seem deterred.

"I've been waiting for you here. I knew you'd have to come this way if you wanted to find Halaster." Nathyrra paused and smirked slightly. "Since you complained so much about that last group, I'll warn you about the one up ahead." Caelan sighed. Another one. This just keeps getting better and better. "There is a large encampment of the Valsharess's forces near here. If you take the bridge," she motioned behind her, "you'll be walking right into them."

"How many?" Caelan asked dryly. "If I must fight, I'd like to know my odds." The pretty drow smiled and said,

"There's more. The drow have set up a pair of ballista on the ridge behind their camp. If you attack head on, they'll use the ballista to smash you to bits." The ranger winced, picturing the scenario, and Nathyrra continued eagerly. "But, if you follow the narrow passage to the north, there's a tunnel that will lead you right behind the ballista. Then, you can rain death on them with their own weapons!" She looked at him expectantly as he considered what she'd told him. If she was telling the truth, then it was the only way he could get through the camp alive. If she wasn't telling the truth, then he could very well be walking into a trap. A tunnel would be the perfect place to ambush someone. Should I trust her? he thought anxiously. It was impossible to tell if she was lying. Caelan sighed and made up his mind.

"I'll take my chances with the tunnel. Even if this tunnel is a trap, I'd probably get killed going through the camp anyway." Nathyrra nodded at him.

" Do as you will. I have to go now, Caelan…unless there is something else?"

"No, that's all…thanks again."

"Goodbye." Nathyrra paused for a moment, then said quickly, "Good luck," before melting back into the shadows. Caelan blinked in surprise, then shook his head and headed for the narrow passage.

He was relieved when nothing jumped out and attacked him in the passage, and even more relieved when he made it through the tunnel. He pulled himself out of the narrow space with a little difficulty, since it had obviously been built for the smaller drow, before pushing his hair back out of his face with one hand and looking around.

A steep incline stood before him, and true to Nathyrra's word, a pair of ballista stood at the top. Two bored looking guards lounged next to a boulder and it only took a moment to dispatch them. Caelan dragged their bodies back down to the tunnel and sheathed his sword, then climbed back to the top of the ridge. It took some effort to pull the towering structures around so that they were aimed at the camp, accompanied by some loud noises as wood scraped over stone, but no one seemed to notice until flaming arrows began to rain down on them. Panicked shouts filled the air and the camp erupted into chaos, with officers trying and failing to organize the frightened soldiers. It was easy for Caelan to pick off the panicking survivors with his bow and soon the camp was silent.

Caelan cautiously picked his way down the ridge and through the maze of burning tents. No one challenged him, and he allowed himself a sigh of relief.

"That wasn't too hard," he whispered, before heading into the next cave. He jumped when a shadow shifted, revealing itself to be Nathyrra, who looked around carefully before fully emerging from her hiding place.

"Seen a ghost?" she asked wryly.

"No, you just startled me, that's all. As a ranger, I'm not used to people being able to sneak up on me." Nathyrra grinned.

"Get used to it." Her expression became more businesslike. "You'll be pleased to know that you quest to rid Undermountain of the Valsharess's drow is nearly at an end. The mad mage is being held just ahead, guarded by some of the Valsharess's most loyal and powerful servants."

"Great." He paused, frowning. "There wouldn't happen to be any more ballista, would there?" he asked hopefully.

"No, I'm afraid not. However, you won't be alone this time. I'm coming too," she said determinedly. Caelan blinked, slightly taken aback.

"You're coming? I thought you said you only had information for me." Nathyrra shook her head.

"No, not this time. I think I can trust you now. Besides, you want to end the threat to Undermountain and so do I. The only way to do that is by killing the drow in the next room. You may be able to do this alone, but you'll have a better chance with me fighting by your side." She pulled out a wicked looking short sword and grinned feraly. "Now, let's stop talking and do it." Caelan, glad he wasn't the one about to face her, nodded and headed for the large door at the other end of the room.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go," Nathyrra said impatiently when he stopped. He held up a hand to silence her and whispered,

"I want to have a look at what's going on in there." He opened the door a crack and peered in.

Halaster stood at the center of three stones, which appeared to be powering the globe of magic holding him prisoner. A frustrated looking group of drow were standing around him, apparently having little success with the wizard. Caelan pushed the door open a little wider for a better look but it creaked loudly, the sound echoing in the large cavern. Caelan cursed and pulled back as he saw a drow soldier jogging over to the door.

"We've got company," he whispered to Nathyrra urgently.

"Let's go for it," she said excitedly. He nodded his agreement and threw the door open, catching the approaching drow in the face and knocking him over. Caelan jumped over his motionless body and drew his sword, heading for the surprised group at the other end of the room. He could hear Nathyrra dealing with the drow behind him and cursed again as an arrow whizzed over his shoulder. Glancing up, he saw archers hiding behind piles of stone on either side of him. He yelled back to Nathyrra,

"Get rid of those archers! I'm heading for the leader!" She didn't bother to confirm that she'd heard him, but headed in their direction with a menacing look on her face. The three drow commanders were heading in his direction and he lifted his sword to meet them. They circled warily around him as the female yelled scathingly,

"Now you die!" Now, let me think, where have I heard that before? he thought to himself sarcastically before launching himself at her. She parried his swing with her mace, sparks flying where steel grated on steel. Caelan kicked her in the middle, knocking her over as he turned to block another drow's blade. Movement at the side of his vision caught his attention and he thrust his sword back, catching the third commander in the side. He dropped, but knocked Caelan's legs out from under him as he fell. The ranger saw stars as his head hit the stone floor and rolled, just in time to narrowly miss a downward blow from the female. Another stab, this time from the male, but Caelan didn't move quickly enough. It caught him in the back as he tried to get to his feet and he collapsed to the floor again, one hand pressed to his back as he gritted his teeth, trying not to cry out.

The female drow smirked and kicked. His vision went grey as her foot connected with the wound, but he refused to show that he'd felt it. She lifted her mace to finish him off but stopped, a surprised look on her face as a sword protruded from her abdomen. She fell over, revealing a smug looking Nathyrra behind her. The remaining commander headed for her angrily, leaving Caelan bleeding on the floor and meeting her with a swing of his sword.

She held her own until the commander's sword snaked its way around hers, sending it flying to the other side of the cavern. Nathyrra stepped away, but was stopped as she backed into the wall. The commander laughed cruelly and prepared to finish her off, but stopped when he heard Caelan yell,

"Leave her alone, you spineless son of a bitch! " Caelan had pulled himself to his knees and was glaring directly at the drow male. The commander and Nathyrra both looked at him, startled. The male stared at him.

"Shouldn't you be dead?" he asked in mock concern. "I'll finish you off first, then." He walked menacingly back over to the ranger, sword raised.

Caelan struggled to his feet and barely brought his sword up in time to block the drow. He twisted his sword away and swung shakily at the drow's stomach, who promptly dodged and punched Caelan in the face while he was off balance. The human staggered back, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, but attacked again, drawing on adrenaline for strength and hacking repeatedly at the commander's sword. The drow tripped when Nathyrra stuck her foot in his path and faltered for a moment, providing an opening for Caelan's sword. He stabbed forward and his sword buried itself in the commander's chest. Caelan pushed the dying drow off his sword and staggered as a new wave of pain washed over him. He reached around to his back and winced when his hand came away bloody. Nathyrra rushed over to him.

"Caelan! Are you alright?" she asked, worry showing on her face as she saw the blood. He nodded and sheathed his sword unsteadily.

"Yeah…I'm fine." He tried a halfhearted smile when Nathyrra remained unconvinced and glanced over his shoulder at the bloodstained tear in his tunic. "Can't say the same for my shirt, though." She looked at him critically, then blushed slightly.

"Thanks…for saving me, I mean." She looked away, embarrassed, and said quickly, "I mean, I could have handled him myself you know, but thanks anyway." Caelan grinned crookedly and was about to reply, but was interrupted by an annoyed voice.

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I'd like to be freed if it's NOT TOO MUCH TROUBLE!" The voice rose to an agitated shout as Caelan and Nathyrra spun around.

"We forgot about Halaster," Nathyrra said, jogging over to the wizard. Caelan followed more slowly, every step causing the room to spin. Even the simple act of breathing hurt.

"How do we set him free?" Nathyrra asked him when he'd made it over to her. The mad mage scowled and said,

"Are you going to just stand there and stare, or will you free me from this blasted snare?"

"Keep your tunic on," Caelan said wearily, examining the globe holding Halaster. "I think those three stones power the magic holding him here," he said, addressing Nathyrra. "They look pretty flimsy, though. If we destroy one, it should set him free." He hefted his sword and swung it at the closest stone, which shattered in an impressive flash of light that left spots dancing in Caelan's vision and resulted in a fresh wave of pain. He winced and reached a hand around to the stab wound in his back as Halaster said happily,

"Now that I'm free, those drow will pay! If they know what's good for them, they'd better run away!" He cursed softly as his knees buckled involuntarily, vision beginning to tunnel. He heard Nathyrra shouting something, tried to stay conscious, tried to assure her that he was fine, but he was fighting a losing battle. The ground rushed up to meet him and the lights went out.

The first thing he was aware of was that he was no longer on the cave floor. He was lying in a bed, for a moment thinking he was back in his room at the Yawning Portal but quickly realizing he wasn't when he heard voices murmuring nearby. He stirred and bit back a muffled groan as a monster of a headache made itself known.

"He's coming around!" someone said. It sounded like Nathyrra. A cool hand rested on his forehead as she said quietly, "Caelan?" He opened his eyes and squinted as he adjusted to the light, noticing someone had taken his shirt off and wrapped a bandage around his torso.

"Nathyrra? Where am I?" The ranger tried to sit up but inhaled sharply at the pain that lanced through his back.

"Don't try to sit up, you might start bleeding again," an unfamiliar voice said amusedly. Caelan looked over to see who the newcomer was and was startled to see a drow woman dressed in white standing next to Nathyrra. Nathyrra looked up at her from her chair at the side of the bed and smiled.

"Caelan, this is the Seer, the leader of the rebel drow I told you about earlier." The Seer inclined her head gracefully, meeting Caelan's gaze. She had the same dark skinned beauty as all the drow, but her eyes hinted at both advanced age and compassion. It seemed like she could see right through a person, right down to their soul. Caelan found it unnerving to look her in the eye for long and he dropped his eyes back down to Nathyrra.

"What happened to Halaster? How did I get here?" He motioned at the white room with his head. "Where is 'here'?" Nathyrra traded an uncomfortable glance with the Seer.

"After you blacked out, a clone of Halaster appeared and the two started arguing. I tried to ask them for help, but they…well…" She trailed off, looking down at her lap. The Seer sighed deeply and continued for Nathyrra.

"Halaster placed a geas on you to force you to try and kill the Valsharess for him before teleporting you both down here, the city of Lith Myathar. You're in the Underdark now." Caelan's brow furrowed as the news sank in.

"This geas…Does it mean I have to obey?"

"Yes…If you do not, you will die." The Seer looked at him, sorrow evident on her face. "I am truly sorry. This is not how I would have wished to acquire your help." Caelan closed his eyes, feeling numb. This can't be happening, he thought angrily. Me, kill the Valsharess? It's sheer suicide! He opened his eyes again and took a deep breath.

"Halaster will pay for this," he said, barely controlling his anger. "He was coward enough to get me when I was down." Nathyrra frowned in concern and said gently,

"If you go back up to the surface to get revenge, you'll die because of the geas." She smiled slightly before continuing. "Anyway, we'd like your help down here. Do you want me to tell you more about the Valsharess?" she asked, changing the subject. Caelan shrugged and shifted gingerly to a more comfortable position.

"Sure." Nathyrra cleared her throat.

"Let me see… The Valsharess was once a matron mother, a ruler of one of the great houses, as I've already told you. But then Llolth, Queen of Spiders and goddess of drow society, disappeared. The Valsharess seized on this opportunity."

"She summoned a powerful arch devil who she bound to her service," the Seer explained. "Drawing on this enslaved devil's power, she became a conqueror of the Underdark." Nathyrra nodded.

"Once the Underdark is hers, she will once more turn her attention to the surface." She grimaced in disgust. "She believes herself a queen, a Valsharess by our tongue." Caelan asked, surprise evident on his face,

"How did she get an arch devil? Aren't they extremely powerful?" The Seer sighed.

"That, we do not know. Perhaps through some ancient ritual or long forgotten artifact." She paused, appearing to be deep in thought before continuing. "But, whatever her methods, the results cannot be denied. The priestesses of Llolth are powerless before her, the great drow houses have bent knee, and many other Underdark races have been intimidated into joining her cause." The ranger was beginning to respect the rebel drow for fighting on despite the fact that they were severely outnumbered.

"What do you propose we do now?" he asked after a minute of silence, everyone seemingly lost in thought. The Seer nodded slowly, appearing hesitant yet determined to continue.

"Yes, that is a good question. What are we to do now?" The Seer's expression became resolved as she looked at Caelan. "I must put my faith in my goddess, and that means putting my faith in you. Our fate lies in your hands." Caelan's mouth gaped open as he stared in shock at the Seer.

"M-me!" he finally managed to get out. "I want to help, but…" he trailed off, still confused at this sudden turn of events. He wanted to help the rebels, but this was more than he had expected. "Why me?" he asked again. "Why not someone you know you can trust?" A deep voice from the door said,

"Yes, the human has a point." The speaker, a tall man with red hair stepped into the room. Caelan was slightly startled when he saw the man's horns and tail, but quickly recovered. A tiefling, he thought amazedly. A part demonic planar being. I never would have expected to see one in the Underdark. The man walked over to the Seer, alarm evident on his face. "Are you sure? What do we really know about this…this ranger? He could be the death of us all!" Caelan, although slightly offended, secretly agreed with the tiefling. He didn't want to be the cause of the rebel's destruction. The Seer held up a delicate hand, gently forestalling the red haired tiefling.

"Our lives are irrevalant, Valen. The Valsharess must be stopped, and I believe Caelan is the key to stopping her." Valen stepped back and frowned skeptically.

"You know I don't believe in your ways, Seer." He glanced at Caelan dubiously. "I won't throw my life away by blindly following anyone, and I don't think anyone here should, either. What makes you think this human stranger can stop the army of the Valsharess?" Again, Caelan found himself agreeing with him. He couldn't help but feel admiration for Valen, who obviously wanted to protect the rebels and naturally felt suspicion towards him, a stranger. The Seer turned to face Caelan, a warm smile on her face.

"I know you are a famous hero, but you are so much more than that." The ranger shifted awkwardly. "You are the only one who can stop the Valsharess."

"Look, I'd love to help, but I'm no hero," he said uncomfortably. "I'm sure there's loads more people down here who could kill the Valsharess than just me." The Seer shook her head wisely.

"No, Caelan. The dream you had that night in the inn was true. The Valsharess knows and I know that you are our only hope." Caelan stared at her, dumbfounded.

"How did you…? But that was-"

"No ordinary dream," she finished for him. "It showed the truth." She smiled vaguely. "I had that dream as well." All the astonished ranger could think to do was to nod. She smiled again and said warmly, "Regardless, we will rely on you. The drow here in Lith Myathar will stand against the Valsharess, but it won't be enough. Our only hope is for you to find some way of weakening the Valsharess or strengthening our own forces." The Seer motioned to the younger drow beside her. "Nathyrra can help you with this." Nathyrra grinned encouragingly at him.

"I can give you information on the Valsharess's allies and where to find them." Her expression turned thoughtful. "Perhaps we might consider striking at her through her friends, or turning them to our side." Caelan grinned back and was about to reply, but to his surprise, Valen stepped forward.

"I can also help," he said quickly. "I know about the legends of the Underdark. I have heard many rumors of powerful allies and artifacts we may be able to acquire."

"I though you didn't trust me," Caelan said skeptically.

"I haven't set aside my suspicions yet." His tone turned derisive. "But if you are truly the savior the Seer seems to think you are, I'm willing to give you a chance." The Seer smiled gently at all of them.

"So, it appears you are not alone in this, Caelan. Nathyrra and Valen will help you." Her expression turned somber she placed a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes. "Do not be afraid to ask them for help, Wanderer." She held his gaze for a moment longer, then stood and exited the room, pausing long enough to say, "Good luck and blessed be." Valen followed her out protectively, leaving only Nathyrra and Caelan in the room. Nathyrra smiled and shifted in her chair.

"So now you know everything… The Valsharess, who we are, why we are here." Caelan shook his head unhappily.

"It's not like I have much of a choice," he reminded her, suddenly feeling helpless. Nathyrra looked at him, face impassive.

"So you're telling me that if not for the geas, it would not matter to you in the slightest that the Valsharess threatens your world as well as mine?" Her voice was suddenly cool. Caelan shook his head, frustration threatening to overwhelm him. He pounded his fist into the blankets.

"I do care! That's why I should be up there, not down here!" He stared at her pleadingly, willing her to understand. She looked at him for a long moment.

"You want to wait for the Valsharess on the surface, for when she's at her strongest? Even if that was the case, doesn't the fact that she wants you dead worry you in the slightest?"

"Of course it does!" He exhaled in frustration. "There's nothing I can do about that, however."

"Short of defeating her." Nathyrra smiled suddenly. "Well, if there's anything else you needed…?" Caelan nodded and sat up carefully.

"Yes, a shirt, for one thing." He looked around the room. "Where's my stuff?" Nathyrra frowned disapprovingly at him as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"You shouldn't be getting up," she said doubtfully. Caelan raised an eyebrow.

"I think I know what I can and cannot do," he said carefully. "Besides, I hate being in bed when I feel like I should be doing something." Nathyrra still didn't look convinced, so Caelan gave her his most charming smile. The drow shook her head and laughed.

"Alright, you win." She got up and pulled his pack and a clean shirt off of a shelf in the corner. "Just don't blame me when you start bleeding again." Caelan grinned crookedly and accepted the pack from her.

Guan: Thanks again! I had more fun writing the second chapter than I did the first, and I think it shows, but oh well. Thanks also for the get better soon! (hugs Guan)

shadow0015: Yeah, I know, describing things can be hard. I think I do better with dialogue, myself. Wow! Another get well soon! (hugs shadow0015) Oops, I did misspell Daelan's name, didn't I? Oh, well, I don't like him anyway, that's why I had Caelan and him clash like that. (Daelan Red Tiger glares at Sharvani)

Sofia: Oooh, I'll make sure to look for your story. Quarter-elf? Believe me, I've made some pretty weird characters myself. I got my elvish translation from if you're interested. Thank you soo much for the review!

Well, now I got this chapter up finally! I do promise to bring up a little of Caelan's past in the next chapter. I'm also thinking about doing a bit from Nathyrra's POV eventually, but I'm not sure. Remember: Reviewing is fun and easy! All you have to do is click the button and type at least one word! You know you want to…