Post by aquella on Oct 6, 2004 9:14:14 GMT -5
From her small quarters in the Enclave of the Spurned, Aquella could hear the other young apprentices out in the courtyard laughing and talking and practicing their arts on the unsuspecting guardians of the school. Her heart ached to be like them, and though proud of her lineage, she sometimes hated her father for what her made her.
"..and well you should." a voice all too familiar behind her whispered. "He condemned you to a life as an outsider. Embrace the hate you feel, Aquella, it can only serve to strengthen you."
She turned from the window, and her eyes met the Dominary J'Kartan.
"I wish to be left alone, Dominary." she said softly "my heart aches with loss and..." she trailed off, unsure of how to finish.
"I know of the death of the one you call Slyfoot," K'Jartan spoke softly "and i assure you her death is of no consequence to you. There are many Dark Elfs in this world... many far less troublesome than a family murdering vagabond."
The last words had barely left her lips when Aquella sprung from her seat and lunged toward the evil woman. Her eyes glowed with a cold fire as she spoke in a voice not quite her own, mere inches from K'Jartan's face.
"You will speak no ill of her, i knew her not well as many, but i learned long ago a person is not to be measured by their past. If you are wise, Dominary, you will remember that.."
With this final insult, K'Jartan left the room, turning angrily as she stalked away muttering something about the attitude of children these days.
Later, the same night, in a small alleyway tucked in the shadows, two dark figures are seen huddled together.
"Did you find for me what i asked, K'Jartan?" a deep decrepit sounding voice asked.
"Yes, my Lord, I did..." handing the parchment to the mysterious figure in black robes, K'Jartan stutters for a moment before finishing, "..there.. there is more, my leige."
"Well, speak, i grow weary and need to feed." the voice croaked menacingly.
"Its.. its like this, Lord - this evening, i went to her room and confronted her, as you suggested, trying to rile her into a fight." she stammered, spitting it out quickly and searching for some sign that her actions are approved of.
"...and?" the voice spat, growing audibly weary of the theatrics the Dominary used in her retelling.
"..well, sir, it was as you said. Her eyes... they... changed with her anger." the young teacher said, sure now of her master's approval.
"Then it is soon time..." the voice said slowly, "You will bring her to me at the next full moon, and we shall begin."
And with that, the shadowy figure disappeared in a small puff of red smoke.
"..and well you should." a voice all too familiar behind her whispered. "He condemned you to a life as an outsider. Embrace the hate you feel, Aquella, it can only serve to strengthen you."
She turned from the window, and her eyes met the Dominary J'Kartan.
"I wish to be left alone, Dominary." she said softly "my heart aches with loss and..." she trailed off, unsure of how to finish.
"I know of the death of the one you call Slyfoot," K'Jartan spoke softly "and i assure you her death is of no consequence to you. There are many Dark Elfs in this world... many far less troublesome than a family murdering vagabond."
The last words had barely left her lips when Aquella sprung from her seat and lunged toward the evil woman. Her eyes glowed with a cold fire as she spoke in a voice not quite her own, mere inches from K'Jartan's face.
"You will speak no ill of her, i knew her not well as many, but i learned long ago a person is not to be measured by their past. If you are wise, Dominary, you will remember that.."
With this final insult, K'Jartan left the room, turning angrily as she stalked away muttering something about the attitude of children these days.
Later, the same night, in a small alleyway tucked in the shadows, two dark figures are seen huddled together.
"Did you find for me what i asked, K'Jartan?" a deep decrepit sounding voice asked.
"Yes, my Lord, I did..." handing the parchment to the mysterious figure in black robes, K'Jartan stutters for a moment before finishing, "..there.. there is more, my leige."
"Well, speak, i grow weary and need to feed." the voice croaked menacingly.
"Its.. its like this, Lord - this evening, i went to her room and confronted her, as you suggested, trying to rile her into a fight." she stammered, spitting it out quickly and searching for some sign that her actions are approved of.
"...and?" the voice spat, growing audibly weary of the theatrics the Dominary used in her retelling.
"..well, sir, it was as you said. Her eyes... they... changed with her anger." the young teacher said, sure now of her master's approval.
"Then it is soon time..." the voice said slowly, "You will bring her to me at the next full moon, and we shall begin."
And with that, the shadowy figure disappeared in a small puff of red smoke.
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