For the past eight years Lucivar Yaslana wondered why Daemon never came. With each passing day, fleeing week, relentless month and unforgiving year his hope and will had been drained. For the past five weeks though Lucivar had found himself replenished of both his hope, and will. For the first two weeks he had initially thought he was going mad. The week after that he realized she was real, and that he wasn't going crazy after all. The two weeks that followed that the half-Eyrien had insisted she stay away, but realized quickly that she wasn't going to listen to a word he said.

She was so much like his little Cat, but so different at the same time. He knew that the dream was not just that, and mourned for the queen he'd never get to serve. Lucivar knew that, that was probably the reason Daemon never came, he had most likely given up on everything.

'Even me.' The Ebon-gray jeweled male thought bitterly, as he smashed his fist against the stone walls of his underground prison.

"Did I come at a bad time?" A soft voice questioned from his left.

"Never doll." He said a grin on his face as he looked at her.

She was tiny even for her age, her head barely reaching above his waist. Her skin was pale, but held a sun kissed tone to it. Her features were that of a child, but she would be devastating within the next five years or so. Then there was her hair, a dark, almost raven, brown which hung below her shoulders in neat loose curls.

The most distinguishing thing about her though was her eyes. They were the liveliest color green Lucivar had ever seen, and they held so much knowledge, wisdom, and power in them.

Lucivar never asked her name, not wanting that knowledge. That was the reason for his reference to her as 'doll', seeing as she reminded him of a perfect porcelain doll.

Smiling back at him she skipped and stood before him, before wrapping her tiny arms around his legs in a hug. Laughing slightly he bent down and returned it.

"I have a surprise for you today." She said, excitement dripping from every word.

"And what is this surprise?"

"Today is the day I free you Lucivar."

Staring at her, he shook his head. "You can't, there's no way."

Glaring at him, Taryn stuck her chin in the air slightly, and spoke in a voice that made the Eyrien warrior shiver. "I can, and I will."

"Even if you can, I won't let you. Zuultah would know, and I won't let her take you from me."

"She won't know. I can do this, I know I can." She pleaded slightly, pouting at him. "Let me help you."

Lucivar ran a hand down his face, and sighed. "You're too young to deal with where my binding is. You coming to visit is enough help, and freedom for now."

With a huff, she turned and began walking away from him.

"Don't be like that doll." He said warily, before moving forward and scooping her into his arms, and holding her close.

Sighing she didn't struggle, and leaned into his embrace. "I can't visit as much anymore." She said softly, and that sentence made his heart break. "That's why I wanted to free you. I wanted you to come with me. Tersa said it's time for me to leave Pruul, and my life here."

'Tersa' Lucivar knew that name well, but couldn't understand why the young witch in his arms would.

"You know Tersa?"

"Yes, she's so nice Lucivar." She gushed. "She's been helping me, and I've been helping her."

"Where does she want you to go doll?"

"To the High Lord's keep."

'Hell' He thought to himself. Tersa wanted her to go to Hell.

"Who does she want to teach you?" He asked a hint of worry in his voice.

"That's a silly question Lucivar." She said with a giggle. "The High Lord of course."