A/N: Hooray, I got first review! But... I don't know whom should I thank for it :-/ And in truth, "Hey! I like your fic so far. I think you could maybe add more details..." left me slightly confused. Yes, I'm glad that someone like the fic of mine, really. But the part with "more detail" confuses me. What details?

And by the way, I'm posting this like a pre-birthday gift of mine (I'm gonna be 18 on 26th September!), so please, be kind to me and send me a review like a birthday gift, too ;)

Disclaimer: Except of Elvorfiring Greyn, some thinking stuff and this fic I own nothing (especially not Aarin). Damn!

"Come on, Deekin. We have to get out of this tomb soon, or I'll get crazy from it."

"Boss be too quick for Deekin!" exclaimed little kobold. "Boss have to slow down or she losts Deekin!"

Elvorfiring smiled at him and helped him to rise the stairs. The kobold was really exhausted by all the fighting in the tomb but they had to move to Lathander temple to destroy Kel Garas forever. "Think about the story you will finally able to write! Noone before could describe the fights as good as you can now," she smiled at him encouragingly.

Deekin shot her glare but stayed silent. He was slowly getting to hate all this adventure. Praised be the old boss' cave!

o.O.o

"You! You have destroyed many of my making. Tell me, do you have the urge to fight me or do you have time for... a bargain?"

Elvorfiring watched Kel Garas for a moment. 'Well, I'm going to kill him. Little conversation would be good for the others I'm sure.'

"I will speak with you, Kel Garas."

Deekin silently squeaked in excitement and quickly took his quill, ink and parchment while Kel Garas nodded, obviously pleased by her choice.

"It has been long time I spoke with someone. Let me take a look on you." In silence they eyed each other for a moment.

"Hm, bard. I've never seen anything useful on bards but now, face to face to eternity and standing here in company of impassive death I find you fascinating..."

"That be good for you boss," whispered Deekin. Kel Garas hasn't paid him any attention and continued: "So, bard you are. What's your name?"

Ignoring Deekin's warning glance she answered: "I'm Elvorfiring Greyn."

Kel Garas bowed mockingly. "Welcome in the Kel Garas' land of dead ones, Elvorfiring Greyn. But... as you can see, I'm not completely dead."

Unable to endure Kel Garas' insulting his boss Deekin exclaimed: "Oooh yuck! You be not dead because boss doesn't take the time for kill you yet!"

Garas looked on Deekin and hissed menacingly: "Shut up, you stupid lizard, if you don't want to taste the fury of the undead."

Elvorfiring stepped protectingly before Deekin and shielded him before Kel Garas. Deekin just mumbled: "Deekin returns to the writing..."

The undead continued. "I was the mighty priest of Netherans once." He paused. "But I'm sure you have heard that tale already - by the bedins, if I'm not mistaken."

Elvorfiring thought for a moment. 'The leader of bedins promised help against Kel Garas. If you make Garas a bit busy for a moment, bedins will have the time for sneaking into the temple...' "Then tell me your version of the tale."

Kel Garas continued. "I was the main priest of the temple of Jergal - one of the mightiest gods of that time. But I wanted more. I wanted to rule all the Netheril. After long reasearching I've found the way - I had to became immortal. After the rite I put my soul into the sceptre."

Elvorfiring interrupted him. "Why into a sceptre?"

"If my soul remainded in my body, my life would end by the decay of my body. Putting into the sceptre, blessed by Jergal himself, prevented this from happening. But the sceptre was stolen and I was buried in the cave, unable to to use my might. And after all that time I'm free again. Free - but alone. My people had disappeared with their magic and their flying cities. I was overhelmed by the loss of my people and was determined to find out what happened to them. And searching for the reason I found the true horror."

"What happened?" asked Elvorfiring curiously. Kel Garas' shaked his head. "Not so quickly. Informations have their cost. I want to know something about you. Hm... was your father a bard, too?"

Elvorfiring replied carefully. "No, he wasn't. He was and still is a nobleman."

Garas nodded. "Oh yes, I almost can feel the nobility of your blood. And as a noble you wanted to prove your birthright. Yes, I can read you as open book. Try to convince me I'm mistaken."

"You ARE mistaken," said Elvorfiring forcefully. Garas didn't look like he payed any attention to her when he said absently: "I'm right. I know it."

Gritting her teeth she said: "Continue in your tale."

"One of the creatures held in the prison, the evil phaerim, enemy of my people, gave to the bedins the power to destroy me. Another research was beyond possibility, so I hid in my tomb."

"Why should I believe you that phaerimm are evil?"

Kel Garas chuckled. "Phaerim are creatures who destroy every race using magic. This can mean they are evil, am I not right?" He laughed silently. "It's hilarious. They think they are doing any good to the rest of the world - and yet they connect themselves to the creature of pure hate."

"Well, that can be quite ironic, I suppose," said Elvorfiring. Seeing Garas' talkative mood she quickly asked another question. "What restored your power?"

Kel shrugged. "I have no idea. Maybe it was Jergal, maybe phaerim has died... or maybe it was something I just don't feel. Who's annoyed by it? But now it's my turn. You left your home. Someone had to replace your parents. Was he or she kind to you? Did you love your teacher?"

'Uhm, Aribeth was my friend and Drogan... well, he was kind to me. Hm, was Aarin one of my teachers, too? Hell, only Drogan was teacher!' "He was kind and was good teacher to me."

"We all love our teachers - in some way. I loved my teacher so much I killed her." He laughed. "She was excellent victim." He fixed his eyes on Elvorfiring. "You still want to test your teacher. To see how his blood escapes from his body from the wound you gave him."

"You're repulsive," said disgusted Elvorfiring.

"Maybe I am. But I never tried to hide it. Ahh, this is so amusing. Ask your next question."

Now it finally occured her. She raised the gem and asked: "Do you know what this gem is?" She noticed how his eyes flashed before he said calmy: "I need to hold it, otherwise I won't be able to say what exactly it is."

Elvorfiring said nonchalantly: "Well, that's not possible, sorry. Forgot I asked."

Kel Garas waved his hands. "You have source! Kel Garas oct hothik Ral!"

Suddenly the temple was full of undead and fighting bedins. Ali battled his way to stand by Elvorfiring's side against Kel Garas. As she saw that Garas was almost dead, she jumped to the altar and put the scepter there. Instantly was the temple full of bright light. No undead, nor Kel Garas survived.

o.O.o.O.o.O.o

Aarin talked with everyone in Hilltop, asking for informations how to got to the camp of Ao's faithfulls. No one was able to help him. But soon he found out that he hasn't spoken with one person yet...