I'm back... and what is this? Why, is this another chapter hiding behind me? Come on out, don't be shy now, let everyone see you.

Disclaimer: *Currently being chased by police* I'm innocent I tell you, I didn't take any credit in the making of Drizzt Do'Urden.

Chapter 4

Dinin

Dinin was getting frustrated with his brother. Drizzt was the best fighter out of all his peers; he even got challenges from some older students and beat them too, but he didn't act as he should. His sibling didn't flaunt his ability in any way; by the Spider Queen he didn't even acknowledge anyone at all, Drizzt just stayed in his room, unless of course there was a class. Drizzt was being too... too something, caution was an understatement. Dinin couldn't even think of the word to describe it (humility was not in a drow's vocabulary after all)(1).

Now he was disappearing to Lolth knows where. Then he would always return with a smug look on his face. Was it, perhaps, a female?

Dinin had continued to watch him, but didn't see any interaction with the females that Drizzt was near. Not even a bit of physical contact. Even though all the females were eying him and would not be so subtle in saying they would like his company.

Rilla, especially, was one of the more persistent priestesses after Drizzt. She even went so far as to arrive at his door with nothing but a slip of a robe on. Dinin had witnessed this himself.

The female wasn't of high standing, but was one of the most attractive Dinin had ever laid his eyes on.

And Drizzt actually had the nerve to lie right to her face. Drizzt had foolishly declined them all, something about how his Matron would not allow him to interact with any females until he graduated! Which actually worked to ward off the priestesses, even Rilla.

'May he rot in Lolth's lowest dungeon.' Thought Dinin with jealousy. He wasn't the only one. All the males noticed the way the Priestesses looked at this clear blue-eyed youth.

There were rumors running around that all the Matrons were on the look out for a particular male drow. Of course no one would dare ask any Matron, especially a male, so it remained a rumor. Though the way the females were acting—it had to be more than just sexual attraction... he hoped.

Curse it all, if Drizzt started to show any favor with him then he would be targeted by all the other males. So in favor of keeping his skin where he wanted it to be, Dinin started to avoid Drizzt at all costs; though not too far away, if he played it right, a priestess would try to get to Drizzt through him.

Drizzt

Drizzt was, for once, grateful about the universal law his race lived by. Unless someone caught him actually sneaking out of the city, then he was home free. He even brought back some pieces of the creatures he killed. They were good materials for some of his lessons that he had. He would never tell anyone where he got them of course; let them assume what they will, he didn't care. He was getting better at following the impulses that have so far kept him alive.

He had just beaten a 6 legged black cat, that reminded him of the cat in his dreams. He was starting to look forward to them. However his dreams were getting more and more realistic; not to mention strange.

Flashback

He was walking past all these strange fungi. Some were tall beyond imagination while others were below his knee with green flat disks of varying shapes sticking out of them. He continued to travel wondering what else he would see. As he turned to observe a rather pretty one he noticed someone following him out of the corner of his eye. He slowly turned ahead of him acting as if he hadn't noticed his pursuer. He turned his head again as if he were looking at another one of the strange fungi, until he quickly spun about with his scimitars in hand... only to encounter no one. He shifted his eyes about, still in a defensive position. When he couldn't spy anyone, he assumed it was his imagination and turned back around; only to come face to face with a drow.

Drizzt bolted back so fast he almost lost his footing. He raised his weapons ready for an attack only to realize that it was that drow. The one with the gentle eyes. He instantly relaxed until he noticed Furor sheathed in his friend's belt. 'Wait friend?' Drizzt thought. 'What was a friend?' He discarded that question for later. This drow still had Furor and Drizzt needed to fix that. As Drizzt advanced however he noticed that the drow had a serious look about him. He kept glancing around as if expecting an ambush, the drow beckoned Drizzt to follow him and proceeded to walk away. Drizzt frowned and sheathed his weapons but didn't follow, not until he got Furor back. When the drow realized Drizzt wasn't following, he scowled and, before Drizzt could even follow his movements, picked him up threw him over his shoulder and started walking.

Drizzt was in shock. No one ever surprised him like this. Heck, no one even dared to touch him, unless it was at the tip of a blade. At the thought of the blade he remembered Furor. Drizzt glanced down and saw Furor within reach. With a smile, he reached for it, but he felt himself get shaken by the other drow. He glared at his captor and when he tried to go for Furor again, he was actually spanked! He dangled in shock but then started to wriggle about trying to get out of this strong grip that was currently holding him in place. If the drow wanted to go down that path, then Drizzt would make him regret it!

When he was finally put down, Drizzt backed away from the drow. The blue eyed drow crouched down ready for revenge. The other drow just rolled his eyes and motioned for him to stay there. Drizzt looked at his surroundings, finally noticing they were in some sort of cave. He glanced back at the drow and noticed the nervous look in those red eyes. After cooling off a bit, Drizzt nodded without complaint that he would stay. This seemed to satisfy the drow, because he then turned and walked out.

Drizzt, just remembered that the drow still had Furor. He made to follow, only to be shoved back into the cave by a black cat. He tried to leave, but his friend ('Again that strange word?' Drizzt thought in confusion) growled at him, not letting him leave. He looked past the growling feline, only to see the drow disappear into the darkness.

End Flashback

Drizzt had woken up after that.

The drow was troubled by that particular dream, not because he was easily captured and slightly humiliated (he couldn't help but growl at that), but because the drow in his dream had been on edge. He kept glancing about expecting someone to show up, someone he did not want to meet.

Drizzt didn't fully notice this behavior until after he had woken up.

Drizzt had fought with many drow his own age and even older than him and had won. For a drow to be able to take Drizzt by surprise, would mean he had to be experienced. What would frighten him?

The youth pushed it aside for later. He sat on a large fungi to rest for a bit before remembering that strange word he had used, friend. Drizzt straightened up. What exactly did that mean? It was not in the drow language.

Drizzt grew more worried. He thought they were just dreams, but did they actually mean something? After all, one didn't just learn new words while sleeping. Drizzt knew he wouldn't be able to learn anything by asking; so he decided to experiment in the future, if another such dream should come up.

Drizzt just then noticed the time. He jerked off of the fungi and rushed back to Melee Magthere. He would be late for his next class! That wouldn't do at all.

Drizzt didn't want to give away hints as to when he left after all!

Malice

Malice was getting worried. At least that was what she was telling herself; in reality she was panicing. After 3 years she still hadn't gained even a hint of who it might be. Dinin was not the one, he wasn't unusual in any way. All of the other students weren't unusual in any way either. Sorcere didn't have any that really caught her attention either. As for her second son... Drizzt was hardly around for her spies to find out and they couldn't locate where he went, so there was still hope for him. She hoped that the other Matrons hadn't come to the same conclusions, because if they did, she could kiss her life good bye. Most likely all the females were trying to find out if Drizzt was the one.

The only oddity that she noticed about him was his eyes. They were blue. The color wasn't the oddity, what was strange was when he switched his vision they were still a clear blue, not a red.

Although his father, Zaknefain, was unusual. If anything it might be his father and not Drizzt, himself. However, Zaknefain was much older than the age limit Lolth gave, but that might just be a test. Something to add in to make this more chaotic. Malice wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

If push came to shove she would have to have some sort of "family emergency" and have her sons called back home. Maybe then she could find out and quickly do a ritual to say she had found Lolth's Mate, if her suspicions were correct about her second son.

Until then, what would be a good excuse to have her sons come home temporarily. It would need to be a coincidence. If she just did it out of the blue then all the other Matrons would target her house that very day. Seeking to claim the male into their own family. She kept trying to think of something, when she was interrupted by a knock on her door. She glared and venomously stated for them to come in.

'Who dares to interrupt me?'

A young male tentatively entered. Malice was livid, a male, a young weakling no older than 16 years, had dared to interrupt her. She bolted up and whipped the cowering youth, until she noticed his garb; he was from Melee Magthere. Malice forced herself to calm down after the fifth strike and put her weapon away; no need to cripple a messenger before he completed his mission.

Why would someone want to send a message to her. Her sons would never even dream of humiliating her in such a way; to request something from their mother, as if they couldn't get it themselves. She went back to her throne and waited impatiently for the male to get up.

The youth finally stopped shivering and awkwardly stood up, eyes glued to the floor. Malice smirked a little, 'At least he knows his place.' That didn't stop her from making him wait for her request as to why he had come. He was an attractive drow, for a male. After five delicious minutes of studying him, she finally grew bored and quickly put him out of his misery.

When the youth was gone, with an order to come back later that night (Rizzen was no longer amusing for such activities), Malice sat back in glee. Drizzt had been moved up in his lessons and was already receiving his magical education ahead of his peers. Here was her opportunity to have them come home as a means to congratulate her son. She almost sent for a slave to have the message be delivered, when she stopped herself.

This could just be a ploy to have her confirm the other Matrons' suspicions. She sat back in her throne, trying to see if there was a flaw anywhere in her plans. After some thought, she decided she would wait. Her second son might be the one, but she was not about to be the reason for the other Matrons' confirmation.

Drizzt

Drizzt was irritated, his directors had instructed him that he would be learning magic ahead of his peers. This would limit his time on being able to sneak out, not only that, but he would not be able to participate in the Grand Melee until after his magic lessons were over. How would he limit Furor's aura now? And in the presence of a wizard no less. He could just feel the head ache coming on; he cursed for letting himself get into this mess.

His fighting skills were better, by far, than anyone else in the school, the glares of those he defeated were his proof. His sneaking out without being caught, was seen as being very clever and sneaky, as all drow should be; as was stated by his teachers (the other drow knew he was sneaking out, but until he was actually caught in the act itself, he wasn't in trouble).

Drizzt was to meet his new teacher that day.

So here he stood in front of his new mentor's door, trying to get rid of his growing headache.

When he felt like he could enter without grimacing, he knocked on the door. Hearing that he could enter, Drizzt opened the door, only to be shocked out of his mind.

There sitting by his teacher was a black cat, just like the one from his dreams. As Drizzt stared into her eyes, he realized it was the same one from his dreams. He'd recognize that lively spark in her eyes anywhere. He didn't show any of his emotions in front of his teacher, but he was determined to find out about this unexpected encounter.

Yorus

Yorus was a little surprised at his new student's reaction. This Drizzt Do'Urden had been shocked to see his possession, but not for the usual reason (he displayed his cat as a warning to keep his students in line) Drizzt, even though he hid it well, showed recognition, not fear.

Yorus had made it a point in his life to be able to read other drow's face expressions; that was how he had survived his house that was full of females only, his father having died a long time ago. The statuette was a rare artifact that he had gained by killing the original owner; The Faceless One(2), who had most likely gained said artifact by similar means. Yorus would have to keep an eye on his student for a while. He might have to rid himself of the possible threat that Drizzt had known the original owner and will guess what happened.

He doubted it though; the last owner was a recluse, still... there was nothing wrong with being cautious.

Yorus smirked at Drizzt, "You seem to have taken an interest in my pet."

Drizzt shielded his face even more "Yes sir; she is quite an interesting creature. I have never seen the like around here."

Yorus kept a close, but subtle, focus on this interesting youth "It is a panther similar to the ones on the surface. I acquired it while participating in a raid."

Drizzt's eyes sparked with curiosity 'So she is from the surface.' Maybe he could benefit from his rising in education, despite all the problems he would now have to deal with.

"Have you seen others like her?"

Yorus blinked 'What kind of a question was that?' He had been expecting a reaction to how he had gotten her, not an investigation of her origin. "I do not believe so. I have never heard of any other summoning artifacts that can call others like it."

Drizzt

Drizzt frowned asking "Summoning artifact?"

The youth threw caution to wind and willingly revealed his ignorance. He had to figure out more about this panther; it was eating him alive to come face to face with possible answers to his strange dreams and be completely clueless of what she was.

Damn the consequences

Yorus

Yorus blinked again. 'What a strange youth, no wonder all the priestesses seem to keep an eye on him. Still it doesn't seem as if he knows how I really got it so I guess it would be safe to help fill him in—he will owe me a favor though for being so willing to answer.'

Drizzt watched as his teacher pulled out a black statuette in the shape of a cat that was similar to the one lying in front of him.

"This," Yorus stated, "is how I can summon it. By saying its name, Guenhwyvar, it will come and do what I command, no matter what."

Drizzt

'So that is her name.' The young drow thought.

Drizzt looked into Guenhwyvar's eyes at Yorus' last comment, but he didn't see a lifeless slave, he saw a fellow hunter in her stare. He also took note of how the other addressed her, as if she were a thing and not a living creature. Drizzt wanted to grimace, but being aware of his teacher's close attention, he refrained. He didn't like what he heard at all. To make such a magnificent cat do whatever you wanted was such a waste of her spirit. He had to get her out of Yorus' hands, believing there was a reason why he saw her in his own possession.

Maybe he was her means of getting free. Determined, he would have to play the perfect student, submissive yet excellent (He was already off to a great start by revealing his naivety from the get go. Proving himself to be a very easily manipulated youth. His throwing caution to the wind actually went into his favor), before making his move; in order to get Guenhwyvar out of her captor's hands.

The great cat, as if hearing his thoughts, started to purr.

Yorus

The Magic user did not like the look in his student's blue eyes when he had stated Guenhwyvar's use. However it faded away into something that was more pleasing, submission. He would have to keep this favor that he secretly put on Drizzt for later. Surely this young elf didn't expect him to get all that information for free? They were drow after all, and no dark elf believed in charity. One has to be clever and from the looks of it, Drizzt would be easy to work with.

Yorus was quite lucky to get such a naive student; easier to mold into a workable tool for later use. He would have to be careful; wouldn't want to frighten him off too soon though, not until he did some of the more dangerous favors.

Yorus smiled at Drizzt, very openly. "Shall we begin your training, now that you are through with your questions?"

Drizzt gave a quick nod and stood to attention, waiting, but keeping his gaze down as if he were just a child being taught by his Wean Mother.

The smile turned into a pleased grin 'Yes a very useful tool.'

Yorus was surprised at how accurate his thoughts were. Drizzt was very skilled in both melee and sorcery. If Drizzt had taken the path of Sorcere, Yorus didn't doubt he would have made a very talented wizard—and a dangerous rival. Thankfully the youth was a warrior.

But even so, the youth was resourceful, and seemed to have favor with the females. Yorus had been approached by seven priestesses the past few days, with requests for an 'unexpected' meeting with his charge. With payment of course. He had, very cautiously, declined. Not many of the females that had approached him were of very high standing. If he wanted to use the Do'Urden through that means he would wait until an even bigger fish came by. Until then he was amazed at how much he was getting out of the young drow already. Rare resources that he had sent Drizzt to find were always found and brought back, with extra even. The items he requested were rare not because of the lack of the item, but for lack of safety in retrieving them.

He couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the youth. Drizzt was what you would call, by a female's point of view, the perfect mate. He was talented, resourceful, handsome, young, and submissive. Yorus, however, was beginning to question that submissive nature. He could see a fire that just wouldn't die in those blue eyes. Whenever he had his cat out they seemed to burn especially bright. The wizard bit his lip in nervousness as he watched Drizzt play with Guenhwyvar (a reward for bringing back another material successfully).

Even the cat seemed to favor him. Yorus could see a hunter in Drizzt that he was liking less and less. He was beginning to have second thoughts on his previous judgment of Drizzt Do'Urden. Maybe this young drow wasn't a useful tool, but a dangerous weapon. A weapon that, if not used properly, would fall from your hand and land in your chest point first.

He would have to be careful from now on, and find a way to kill his student, if Drizzt showed any more signs of being more of a problem and less of an asset.

Drizzt and Guenhwyvar kept playing mock hunting in front of him. Drizzt was the prey this times; dodging Guenhwyvar's tackles and pounces with an admirable agility, but he was growing tired from the constant running and diving. After about 10 minutes Drizzt was pinned and being licked by the huge feline.

Yorus looked at his pet slave, a grin slowly growing on his face. The Do'Urden seemed to trust the cat. What better way to kill him then by using something he won't expect?

Drizzt

Drizzt found he didn't mind being taught under Yorus, though he wasn't learning very much from him. He was out collecting ingredients more often then learning how to use a spell. He didn't care though, for one Furor was being sated almost daily, plus in order to use a spell quickly he would have to use an enchanted item. He would be limited on what he could use by what he carried. It would be much faster to have a weapon ready.

Besides Drizzt was getting lots of practice from his constant battling in the Underdark. And he didn't need to worry about being caught by patrols anymore, he had a valid reason for being out there, and Yorus knew his location and expected him back at a certain time. He needn't be in fear of dying from an "accident".

The only downside was he was so busy with Yorus' tasks, that he hadn't made much progress with his red-eyed companion. No words, no dreams, nothing. His fighting skills had increased to where he needed less help in battle too. Maybe his, 'what was that word again?' Drizzt thought, 'Ah yes friend.' Maybe his friend would talk with him if he could get the cat.

His last dilemma was how would he get the cat. It was a rare artifact after all. Yorus wouldn't part with her easily. Drizzt was so desperate to further his dreams that he had almost considered trading Furor for the cat, but instantly shot that idea down.

Even if Yorus didn't recognize the dagger and freely touched it with his skin, Drizzt had never killed a drow and he was hesitant, on an unconscious level, to start now. Death would be a last ditch option.

His time with Guenhwyvar was now over. He knelt before his "Teacher," waiting for any further instructions before he could leave to rest for the day. Yorus just looked at him with a calculating gleam in his eye. "You have done well in collecting today." "Thank you Master" Drizzt said, not looking up once. "Since I don't need anything else at the moment you ma-" Yorus was interrupted by a knock on the door. Yorus glared in it's direction as Drizzt proceeded to get up and answer, as he had been instructed to do on his first day; Yorus knew he had enemies (what drow didn't), if he had an assassin come to kill him, he would willingly put his student in line of fire no matter how useful Drizzt was.

Drizzt opened the door, putting his body behind the wood as he opened it and bid the person enter, before closing the door. It was a young page, bearing a message. The child stood before Yorus without looking at him and announced that he had a request for both him and his student.

Drizzt grew interested at this, for the past few messages had been for Yorus only. Drizzt, himself, was never given one or told what they were about.

Yorus studied the page, looking for possible hidden weapons, before bidding the child to hand over the message. The youth stepped forward and gave the sealed envelope to Yorus.

His errand having been completed, the youth exited out through the door that was reopened for him by Drizzt. Yorus paid this no mind, if he were a female it would have been extremely rude for the page to leave without consent. Yorus was male however, he had no right to withhold Magthere's message deliverer, in case the youth had a message for a priestess—unless Yorus wanted to walk around without his skin that is.

Drizzt had knelt himself down before Yorus once more, waiting to hear what the paper said as Yorus broke the seal (proving it was from Melee Magthere) and proceeded to read the paper within.

After some time Yorus looked up at Drizzt who looked right back at him, his eyes burning with curiosity.

Yorus seeing his student's rapt attention looked back down at the paper and began to read out loud for Drizzt to know what was wanted of them.

Melee Magthere was to hold a surface raid soon. As Drizzt was skilled and experienced in patrols he was to join. Yorus was to lend the panther over to Drizzt seeing as she was very helpful in the last few raids they had done, before Drizzt was Yorus' student.

Drizzt could tell that Yorus wasn't pleased with this, but, since it was a command, he could not object. The raid was to begin this night and Drizzt had to be ready.

A/N:

1: I tried it just to make sure and the word 'humility' wasn't able to translate into drow.

2: (Spoiler for those who haven't read Homeland) The Faceless One is the original owner in the actual series before he was killed by Masoj

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