Hi everyone! Sorry about the long wait for the next chapter! Here is the revisited fifth chapter. I will also upload chapter 6 and 7 too! Thanks for reading and sorry again! ... :)

Jade passed out side the drow's room. How unnerving this male was! Never one to allow others to manipulate here world, Jade found it hard to keep her composer around this renegade drow. His quick analysis of her motives most unnerved her. And she could not help but feel guilt rise up when she looked at him. But how could she tell him? How could she hope for him to help her if he knew? Shaking the troublesome thoughts out of her head she walked away from his room and headed toward her private rooms. Once there she dropped on to her bed. Laying there she could not help but see his face behind her closed lids.

Jade had learned of where to find the renegade, yet she was not prepared for what she saw, felt, in him that first sighting. She had always wondered about the terrible beauty of the Drow elves. And Drizzt Do'Uerden was defiantly a drow. But more beautiful then the drow she had meet before him. His grace more elegant, his features were not chiseled in the perfect sneer that his kin wore, but beautifully handsome in the delight that lit his wondrous eyes, as he walked with perfect comfort in the sun light. She had first thought that it was the lavender eyes that marked him as different, but after a few days of fallowing him, and watching him, she learned that it was HE in general. His kind heart was apparent in all that he did. She saw his soul ever the more as she watched him.

Soon after she set out in search if him, she learned the error in her quest, and she still was facing the consequences of that failure.

Or had she failed? She thought. Again the idea of continuing as ordered, and forgetting her betrayal, came to her, as it often had since she decided this course of action.

She had waited long enough, and it was so close to being over, truly over, all she had to do was…

"No!" She said aloud, sitting up abruptly. No, she thought, it would be wrong. She was not going to commit such an act simply for her own advantage, or gain. If she did she would be no different then Raven.

The though of that dreaded enemy caused an angry growl to escape her lips. No she thought again, now that Raven was involved, Jade was certain that her path lay head of her now. She would have Drizzt's help, forced if necessary. She could not proceed after her betrayal alone. It was nearly impossible.

She hated the game she was playing with him. But she knew that he would not help her if he knew the truth. And Jade also knew that eventfully he will find out, with his oath he can not abandon her after the truth came out.

That thought reminded her of all that she still needed to do before she could mix the potion for the cure to the poison that Raven gave him. The sadistic woman was smart, she thought.

The particular poison that now coursed its way through the formidable body of Drizzt Do'Urden was known to the few who knew of it as the Dragon's Breath drought!

She shuddered to think of what lay a head for Drizzt as the poison grows more potent.

And that was the exact reason why Raven had used it. Drizzt, though he did not know it, was right, Raven was not used to being refused and the drow's reaction towards her was too much for her to handle. Jade saw that when she was in the tree. She could still feel the rage flow through her at the sight of that woman's hands on Drizzt. And she still did not know why that sight had such a reaction on her, but she quickly decided that it was only because of the hate that she felt for Raven. What else could it be?

She got up from her bed then and went to the door opposite the one she had entered through; she unlocked the several bolts, and then entered her study.

Here the 'witch' practiced her art. Not only her magic, but there was an open mated area where she practiced her fighting skills. She wished for the pleasant time of sparring as she walked passed the mated area, her thoughts more on the task at hand.

At the table in the back of the room she stopped to study the almost finished product of her gift to Drizzt. As 'reward' for his agreeing to take the oath to help her she would present him with these bracers.

Lifting them in her hands she looked down at the beauty of them.

Mithral was not usually her favored metal to work her magic through, but she thought that Drizzt would appeal to them. The intricate carvings that represented the magic that she had worked in to them were indeed wondrous to behold, and she could feel the tingle of the power that she had, only the night before, woven to create them. All that was left was the magic to bind them shut once in place.

She sighed. The thought of what she was doing was almost too much for her to continue. What kind of person would trick some one the way she was about to trick Drizzt? She would give him the gift tomorrow, when he agrees to take the oath, then she would spring her trick. Not knowing it Drizzt will take these bracers and then once the were on the magic would bind them closes until he full filled his oath, once they had succeeded the magic would end and he would be able to remove them.

That part of them was not what was bothering her. The magic will also give her complete power over the bracers those selves. Dizzy could be her slave if she so choose it.

Jade felt sick, her stomach turned at her own wickedness. She was supposed to be the good one! And here she was playing with the life of another! She put the bracers down on the desk and ran to the open window that faced out in to the night. Sucking in the cool air she tried to stop her shaking hands. She would not be able to wield the magic this night. She needed to steady her hand. She thought briefly of going to speak with the drow again, maybe he would be angry enough to anger her, and then she could finish the magic. Like the night before. Again she changed her mind, he was in need of rest and so was she. She went back to her room, undressed and climbed naked in to her bed.

Her head swam with visions of her prisoner, his lavender eyes piercing her as he gazed up at her from his bed. These fallowed her to her dreams and she dreamt of the touch of black skin on her body.