omg im so sorry this took so long guys i had a major case of writers block x.x and also my computer broke while i was moving so that also created complications lol but without further ado heres chapter 3 and ill try and work faster on updating
Chapter 3: Chance
"So do you want me to kill this woman for you?" the man inquired.
"Yes, the Baroness has been nothing but a thorn in my side. I need you to make sure she doesn't bother me anymore."
"As you say, I'll get to her as soon as possible."
As they approached the manor, the boy could feel nothing but chills and absolute dread. Seeing the young half-drow shiver with fear, the baroness gave him a savage smirk.
"Do you like it? I thought it might fit the tastes of drow since they love dark things," she said coolly.
He didn't like it at all, he wanted to be home in the large cottage his family lived it; it was warm and welcoming, not bringing fear to even skittish of people, of course it also housed one of Faerun's deadliest warriors.
Not getting any response of how beautiful her home is, she slaps the boy. "You should be grateful that I got you first or would you rather enjoy being a plaything for those other savages at the auction?"
Kal wasn't sure what she meant by that but nonetheless shivered. She was right, he recalled the looks of those people with hunger in their eyes, shaking him to the core...
They stopped in front of the manor and gestured to the boy to follow her inside. He was surprised, the inside of the manor was fit for those of a king. Polished furniture and lush, luxurious rugs and tapestries dotted the hallways of the majestic home. But everything in the home was very dark and gloomy, as if there was a funeral going on but there was nothing. The baroness led him to the slave quarters; it was kept modestly much to the half-drow's surprise, he'd expected to be treated to the dungeons. His bed is nothing more than hay with blankets on top of it, he wanted to complain but kept his mouth shut. He did not wanted to incur the baroness' wrath.
"This is to be your room, I'll send Ken to you to suit you up and report to my chambers in the hour." She slams the door shut, leaving him alone and cold in the darkness as he hugs his knees and wept.
Drizzt knelt along the riverbank, there was still a very light, if barely, impression on the dirt of someone laying here before and it could be no doubt his son. He glanced up ahead to see footprints of a large person. An unpleasant lurch hit his stomach hard, the morning he got Catti-brie word saying that someone has their son; he desperately hoped not but it was proved to be true. There is a city not too far to the east who is known for slaves... Drizzt got on his horse and urged it to go as fast as it could go, hoping to reach his son in time before he was sold to a terrible and evil master.
He scrubbed the floor with all his might, trying to polish the floor enough so that he could see his own reflection. The half-drow have been doing this for the last three hours trying to make the kitchen and hallways sparkling clean. Overseers and servants laughed at the poor half-breed, one of them even dumped leftovers on the floor so the little one could start all over again. He wanted to cry but knew he would be beaten if he did. For some reason however, he felt warm inside despite the circumstances he was thrust in. He felt that his brother was warm and safe, no doubt in the gentle arms of their mother and playing with their little sister. Kal could also feel his brother anguish over his loss, oh how he wanted to go to his family and comfort them!
"Wash this again, you forgot this," the fat chef demanded as he pointed to a faint smudge on the gleaming dish.
"Yes sir..." he took the dish and lightly rub the cloth on it.
"I can't see the shine in it you little rat!" he smacks the child, knocking him to the floor and drops the plate it shattered into large pieces.
"Look at what you did!" one of the cooks cried out, accusing the poor child.
Tears started to stream down the child's eyes, it wasn't his fault! How could they blame him for this when they saw it clearly that the man made him drop it? The half-drow felt desperation crawling up his throat, he knew he was going to be punished but yet he cried "I wanna go home! Please!" he begged.
He received a vicious slap. "This is your home now, trash. Pick this up now!"
Kal whimpered and obediently put the broken pieces in his ragged shirt as have the entire kitchen laugh at his misery. The half-drow prayed his father would be here soon, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on.
The hooded man was hanging from the ceiling, observing the people scurrying around the large mansion. He spotted a magnificent door atop of the grand hallway and could only assume that's the baroness' chambers. Once the activities in the main hallway has ceased for the moment, he lowered himself from the ceiling and stealthily made his way towards the door with his blade ready to take the wretch's head.
"Come here and polish this vase," she ordered. Kal walked, or more like dragged himself, to the vase in question and began to polish it.
"You know you got good hands my boy," she commented without any display of emotion in it. Despite those words coming from a horrible woman as her, the little half-drow couldn't help but smile to him, those were the kindest words he heard all day but he made sure she couldn't see his smile.
"Fetch my robes and prepare my bath," she demanded once he was done polishing, Kal proceeded with haste to the washroom in the back as the baroness turned around to check her reflection. Abruptly the door swung open, nearly causing the woman to fall off her cushion chair.
"Who are you!" she screamed, eyes wide with apparent terror. Judging by his garments, he is an assassin nonetheless after her. How did he manage to sneak by the security of her mansion?
A grin formed on his face as he pulled off his hood, "Sorry to disturb you milady but I'm here to kill you," he said with all honesty as if it'll count for something. The baroness scramble within the drawer in front of her for a weapon but all she felt was a blade glazing across her neck. He proceeded by pulling out a sack large enough to fit her head in it. Just then, Kal came out of the washroom to stumble upon a brutal scene, letting out a gasp of horror. The man turned his head to where the sound came from and scrutinize the boy.
Absolute shock filled the man's face as he stare into the lavender depth's of the half-drow's eyes.
No.
No.
It can't be...!
Artemis Entreri was gazing into the eyes of his most hated nemesis. Kal cringed under such an intense gaze.