"Drows , don't ussually let their preys or sacrifices live, even less, pact with them." the great priestess said to herself. She entered the shrine dedicated to the Gods of light, and called for Salvarah, the priestes of the stars, also the main Oracle of the elves.
-I've been expecting you, Great Priestess- Salvarah greeted her old friend -Now, that kid of yours, is indeed, smiled by the Gods. I told you that the dagger of your ancestors would keep him safe, didn't I ?-
-Yes you did, but I fear the smile will fade away. He's the best to take after me the place of Great Priest, but now he's a bound to a drow, wich has already enchanted him-
-She must be gorgeous, your son barely looks to any woman-
-He told me she is the same as our statue of the Earth Godess-
-Did he?- the Oracle said no more. They returned to the house and waited the return of Eámanë.
The night watch was still patroling, so Eámanë called for the protection of the Godess, he didn't wanted attention. The circle of blood still looked fresh, and no animals dared to traspass it, Ireth still layed there with the dagger's hilt showing from her chest. He kneeled to check on her heart, no pulse. He took the hilt and with a quick movement pulled it out of her body.
The howl of a wolf sounded in the distance, and she breathed, and her eyes blinked. She rised slowly, like noticing her limps again.
-Eámanë, you fullfilled your promise.- she said as she noticed the warrior infront oh her.
-As if I had another choice- he answered with a bit of sarcasm - Noe, lets go, my mother and the oracle want to meet you, drow- he pulled her as he raised her from the ground, and almost carrying her, he ran back to his house.
The moment the set a foot inside the house a bright light engulfed them, and thin threads of gold captured her, Ireth stood still, little drops of sweat ran over her face, she kept her eyes closed.
-I said I wouls serve you for a month, but you rejected that offer, now you're trying to make me a prisioner?- she asked defiently.
-No-Eámanë answered camly - I don't know waht this is about- he noticed the woman's pain, drows have great constitution, and when he stabbed her the night before she didn't even gasped of pain. Stabbed. He had to admire her, she was baddly wounded, just came back from death, and still kept up with him, and didn't complained even once.
-You, what are you?- A female voice adressed the girl into her mind.
Ireth just began to laugh, and summoned darkness, just enough to see her oponent, and to shield her from their sight.
-Ah! A priestess of light- said Ireth - My Master told me about your kind, but I thought you were wiser. As you can see I'm a drow- she avoided the answer.
-And a young one, not even a century old, but you're different, I don't sense the bloodlust your kin shares, you even spared my son's life. Why?-
-I have looked at the surface, and found it overwhelming, you enjoy the earths blessings, and so shall I. Make no mistake I'm a drow, and I've been raised in our ways, I just don't serve the God of Death, nor does my Master. Ever since I was born I have always served the Goddes of Earth and the Lord of Night. That's what you sense in me. The only reason your son is alive, is his common sense - she looked at the warrior- and his dagger.-
-Tell us, what would have been of the young Eámanë, if he hadn't fullfilled his pact with you? - Salvarah finally decided to speak.
-He would have been haunted by my unead body as a shade, and died.- she answered as if talking with an old friend.
-My name is Salvarah, I'm an oracle in this society, please your name-
-Ireth Faelevrin-
-That's a very unusual name for a drow-
-I was named after my mother- she replied
-Your mother married a drow?- Eámanë asked in surprise
-No- she smiled - She was the sacrifice for my birth.- She answered and retired the darkness that sorrounded her, revealing her face and body. Both the priestess held to each other at her sight, she was the living image of the Godess of Earth.
The golden threaths that imprissioned her, dissapeared. She fell to the floor and placed a hand over her chest, the fresh wound began to heal. -Now tell me, what do you wish from me? Why was I brought here?- she demanded.
But her words would never be answered, an earthquake reached the elven city, walls fell, entire houses were reduced to rumbles, when the earth calmed, the noble warrior and the drow had vanished infront of the priestess.
will be continued tomorrow or the day after...
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