Sorry for the long wait, life has been hectic, with my third class being added into my schedule and with QSR at work, I haven't been able to focus on my story.

Chapter 6

Drizzt

In all of their traveling, Drizzt did not receive one dream. He was disappointed, but he took this as a sign that he needed to truly possess Guen's figurine. Which he would do anyway, even without the dreams for motivation. Guenhwyvar was his 'friend'. Drizzt still wasn't sure what that word meant, but it felt right.

It had taken roughly a week to get to the opening that would lead to the outside. But when Drizzt's eyes landed on it, he realized that 'opening' was too generous a word. It was a slight crack in the wall about an inch wide and 5 feet tall.

Rilla had to use an enchantment on each of them before they could pass through that crack, each would stand in front of it with her to the left. That was the closest Drizzt had gotten to her throughout the entire week.

To prevent Rilla from trying anything, Drizzt made sure he wasn't the last male to go through. It was night when they left the cave. Drizzt glanced up and almost stopped in awe.

At first he thought he had started another dream, the sky was exactly like when he slept.

It was a clear night sky, each star twinkled like diamonds. This wasn't a dream, it was so much better. If Drizzt could he would have stayed there all night. Alas, he had to keep moving, but he continually glanced up as they went.

Drizzt was so in awe over the sky, that he failed to hear just what their assignment was to be exactly; though he should have known, should have guessed.

They were entering what the leader called a forest. The strange plants were similar to the ones in his second dream that he remembered.

As they continued forward, Drizzt could hear singing. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard, as the group drew closer to their destination, Drizzt soon realized the singing was their target.

A clearing was soon before the drow. Drizzt got a good look at the singers as the others spread out. They were elves, the drow race's cousin. Males, females, and even children were dancing around in the moonlight singing to their hearts' content. Drizzt's own heart constricted when he realized what was to happen to them this night.

He wished he could prevent it but, no matter how skilled, he was one drow among many. He would not be able to pull it off.

However, as his blue eyes studied the happy elves that danced before him, he knew that he himself would not be able to kill even one.

His eyes hardened as a thought formed in his mind. If he joined in the fight, he wouldn't be able to kill, but he might be able to subtly spare some of them; make it look like they died.

Full of determination he clenched his scimitars, ready for his own task to thwart as many as he could, without being caught.

Drizzt was disgusted with his people, he knew they were bad, but not to that much of a level. They had gleefully murdered the entire village or, well... not all of them.

Drizzt had been able to protect two children, but that was it. Both were hidden underneath there mother's body, who was killed by a drow before Drizzt could stop it.

He had been about to knock the mother out and make it look like she died, while rough up the children a bit, before using nearby blood. But an over eager patrol member had gotten to her before Drizzt had struck, and killed her right in front of the children's wide eyes.

In outrage, Drizzt had smacked the drow before driving him away from his goal. Drizzt did what he could for the young male and female. Of course by then, Drizzt couldn't get to anyone else in time. The elves did not expect an ambush and were easily slaughtered by his kin.

At the end they had all gathered and the one Drizzt had punched complained about Drizzt's actions. Luckily, he was able to bluff his way out of that behavior by stating the drow had stolen his kill, Dinin had backed him up by saying he had witnessed the male cutting in front of Drizzt

The one who was punched, went over to the adult female he killed, the two children just to her right (Drizzt prayed they didn't make a sound). Kneeling down, the drow tore off a necklace and gave it back to Drizzt. The drow, saying that this would be the proof that it was originally Drizzt's kill and was also an apology of sorts for his theft.

Drizzt, having no way of declining without putting himself or the children in danger, took the trophy with a scowl. Looking down to study it, he started. It was a clear rod of Jeremejevite(1). A very rare gem. The twine that held it seemed very inappropriate for such a treasure, but he could fix that.

A treasure though it was, he would not give it away or sell it. He would instead keep a hold of it, in the hopes that if the children survived and he somehow met them again, he could return their mother's necklace. It was the only way he could think of to atone for the deaths this night and having failed in saving the female.

So with the taste of bile in his mouth, Drizzt tied the small fortune around his neck, and hid it beneath his tunic. The drow who gave it to him smirked and punched him in the shoulder, seeming to think he had won a companion that night, for giving such a treasure. Drizzt kept his scowl on and glared at the male, making that smirk die quickly.

The night was almost over and the task was complete, it was time to return home.

Although... was that place really something Drizzt could consider a home now?

They were back at the cave, but before they could leave, Rilla and the patrol leader informed the rest that there was one last thing needing to be done, before they returned to the Underdark.

They were to view the sun for the first time and witness just how truly fearsome it was. After leaving their gear in the darkness of the cave. The patrol stood out in the open, facing east.

Drizzt grew nervous, in all his dreams, it was night. He had never seen the sun. But his teachers all lied about the other races, perhaps this was also a lie.

This thought did little to comfort him. As the sun rose up, a spreading of color filled the sky. Drizzt gazed in awe. It was beautiful. Perhaps his race had lied about the sun too. This thought caused Drizzt's nerves to ease. But as the dawn came, a piercing light came over the horizon, blinding them all.

Stung was too light a word.

The light was so bright, much too bright for his eyes, but he still remained. It was so blinding and searing, but Drizzt still stayed. He felt as if he was being purged of the atrocities that were done last night.

The drow stood bravely, but a few entered the shelter of the cave quickly after the sun started to rise. Soon others followed, but a few remained, including Drizzt.

Pretty soon he was the only one that stood under those painful rays.

The leader was saying he could return to the cave now, at first Drizzt didn't quite hear him.

Fearing brain damage from the sun, the leader was now yelling at him to get in the cave now! Drizzt reacted that time and he, almost reluctantly, left that purifying light behind. Rilla checked him to see if any permanent damage was done by the sun, but Drizzt was fine. The leader nodded and, after everyone gathered their gear and were through the crack, led the way back to Menzoberranzan.

Drizzt never noticed the new necklace Rilla wore.

A metal spider with 8 tiny rubies for eyes hung around her neck. A smaller replica of the statue he had to stand before as a child.

Unbeknownst to the male population all Priestesses were to wear these new additions after their graduation.

Lolth

Lolth grinned in satisfaction as she watched through the tiny spider's ruby eyes. So the blue-eyed youth was her Libran. No one but her had noticed Drizzt's true intentions. That little slip up of saving the elven children was his mistake, though why he would make such an obvious blunder was beyond her.

But that was beside the point. She knew who he was now. Lolth would just have to wait for his current matron to make the connection as well. It was still roughly 25 years until he turned 50 and she knew that if she got him any earlier she would not be able to stop herself from having him right then and there.

Although, a hint wouldn't hurt.

Lolth sat back on her throne (this time it was a different spider; a little smaller, but still larger then a horse. It was a hairy black instead of a glistening white), thinking of a way to reveal Libran's earlier actions. She eagerly awaited for the time to come, for her mate to be with her for the rest of their limitless lives.

A/N:

1: Jeremejevite is a real crystal and is in fact one of the rarest gemstones in the world.

If I get reviews about how that wasn't discovered until a certain point and that Drizzt's world isn't happening until a certain point well I have just one thing to say to all of you *serious pose* This is fanfiction, everything here is made up and if I want a rare-crystal-with-a-long-name-that-I-can't-pronounce to be in this story then it is going to be in this story. Okay I'm done.

How did a female surface elf have it? If you're interested I guess I can tell you, but if not *shrugs* okay.

Review is currently in bed sleeping while I go read or something, L.R. is keeping me company if you are looking for him. *scratchs L.R. behind the ears* Who's a pretty kitty? *Purrs*