Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Dec 19, 2004 14:19:26 GMT -5
Lavender eyes looked out from the shadows of a dark corner. Ebony skin was hidden in the shadow along with the black robes of the necromancer. After a long, cautious look, the dark elf Sonaru made her way out of the secret chamber of her house. Running through the dark city of Neriak, she avoided speaking with most people. That was her way, and the people of her city had grown used to it.
Sonaru was silent even for a delf as far as anyone knew. None knew much about her save the fact she had left the city at a young age to venture beyond Neriack, only returning occasionally. Beyond that, they had only heard rumors from passing visitors. That was how they learned her name outside the city--Sonaru the White Raven.
How she got the name, none knew exactly. So, it was assumed it was because of the white hair she bosted, which contrasted sharply with her dark skin. For the most part, the guards let her pass without question. Yet as she reached the end of the ramp leading out of the city, one of the guards stepped in front of her, blocking her path. She stopped, her hands gripping her staff.
"Where are you in a hurry to get to?" He asked her. She only glared at him. After a while of silence the guard growled and raised his hand. Metal gauntlets contacted soundly with her cheek and she gritted her teeth, the force of the hit causing her cheek to bleed and swell slightly. Anger and hatred flashed through her eyes as she spoke.
"Since when do the guards of Neriak question the motives of those leaving the city?" She sneered, her voice low toned but, at the moment, filled with malice.
He raised his hand to strike her again, but this time he was stopped by the other guard, who glared at him heatedly. "She is right. You overstep you boundaries."
She did not stay to listen to the rest of the conversation. Traveling by coach, she made her way to Freeport. She hated the city, but for the time being it served her motives better than anywhere else. As was the case in Neriak, she did not speak much. She had no reason to. Most did not bother to speak with her unless she traveled with someone for a hunt.
Sonaru held no love for anything. Anyone who had seen her around before would think her incapable of feeling any sort of emotion, for her face always held a blank frown. What no one knew was her secret, one that would cost her her life if anyone found out.
Once again she hid herself, gathering shadows around her so that she remained unseen. Traveling down a side alley, she made a quick check before turning into the slums. It was in the back of the slums that a door opened then closed as she entered the run down hut. Inside rester her older sister, Sonara, who had long been though dead. Now, though, it seemed the delf wizzard would die.
"You take great risks coming here." Her sister said weakly as she began to was her face. "Where is he?" She paused. She knew of whome her sister spoke of. A child of a forbidden bond. Both parents had paid for that already. Though it was not uncommon to produce a child, the act of actual 'love' for someone was a death sentence.
"Safe." She replied quietly, continuing her work. "Why will you not tell me where my son is?" Sonara pleaded. "Because you do not need to know. Now be quiet." She snapped slightly.
The truth of the matter was that, even if she were to know and find him, he would not know her. Sonara's son, A'Joth, knew nothing of his former self save his name. She had hidden him within Freeport years before. The humans there were easily manipulated with fear and the right amount of money.
"It is time, Sonaru."
Her sister's words filled her with sadness. That emotion alone was new to her, for she had denied the fact of feeling anything but anger so long, she had never felt anything else. She hesitated, but finally stood. Slowly she placed her hands over her sister's chest. She worked quickly, drawing what little life the elder delf had in her into her own body. Her sister let out a cry in the final instant of her life, causing her to flee from the hut as quickly as possible.
After a quick check on the boy, Sonaru was not seen again until she walked into the bazaar. She said nothing to any of the people there, only speaking long enough to a few merchants to gather what she needed. Once done, she walked back to the fron. There, she stood upon a rock looking over the sea.
She had killed her sister, hidden a child she should have killed, and saved the life of an elf. All were crimes punishable by death, if anyone ever found out. What would become of her now? She could no longer return to her house. It was not safe. She had no guild to turn to, for she had not been able to find one.
So, she was houseless, guildless, and now, completely alone. A'Joth could never see her again. He could never know of her relation to him. She touched her now-bruised cheek and flinched. Damned guard, she cursed mentally. A thought came to her mind then. What had her people ever done for her? Were a few magical items worth the secrecy and wounds she had recieved? No. She would not go back. Perhaps in time she could fine a guild. Until the, she would do what she could to survive.
Sonaru was silent even for a delf as far as anyone knew. None knew much about her save the fact she had left the city at a young age to venture beyond Neriack, only returning occasionally. Beyond that, they had only heard rumors from passing visitors. That was how they learned her name outside the city--Sonaru the White Raven.
How she got the name, none knew exactly. So, it was assumed it was because of the white hair she bosted, which contrasted sharply with her dark skin. For the most part, the guards let her pass without question. Yet as she reached the end of the ramp leading out of the city, one of the guards stepped in front of her, blocking her path. She stopped, her hands gripping her staff.
"Where are you in a hurry to get to?" He asked her. She only glared at him. After a while of silence the guard growled and raised his hand. Metal gauntlets contacted soundly with her cheek and she gritted her teeth, the force of the hit causing her cheek to bleed and swell slightly. Anger and hatred flashed through her eyes as she spoke.
"Since when do the guards of Neriak question the motives of those leaving the city?" She sneered, her voice low toned but, at the moment, filled with malice.
He raised his hand to strike her again, but this time he was stopped by the other guard, who glared at him heatedly. "She is right. You overstep you boundaries."
She did not stay to listen to the rest of the conversation. Traveling by coach, she made her way to Freeport. She hated the city, but for the time being it served her motives better than anywhere else. As was the case in Neriak, she did not speak much. She had no reason to. Most did not bother to speak with her unless she traveled with someone for a hunt.
Sonaru held no love for anything. Anyone who had seen her around before would think her incapable of feeling any sort of emotion, for her face always held a blank frown. What no one knew was her secret, one that would cost her her life if anyone found out.
Once again she hid herself, gathering shadows around her so that she remained unseen. Traveling down a side alley, she made a quick check before turning into the slums. It was in the back of the slums that a door opened then closed as she entered the run down hut. Inside rester her older sister, Sonara, who had long been though dead. Now, though, it seemed the delf wizzard would die.
"You take great risks coming here." Her sister said weakly as she began to was her face. "Where is he?" She paused. She knew of whome her sister spoke of. A child of a forbidden bond. Both parents had paid for that already. Though it was not uncommon to produce a child, the act of actual 'love' for someone was a death sentence.
"Safe." She replied quietly, continuing her work. "Why will you not tell me where my son is?" Sonara pleaded. "Because you do not need to know. Now be quiet." She snapped slightly.
The truth of the matter was that, even if she were to know and find him, he would not know her. Sonara's son, A'Joth, knew nothing of his former self save his name. She had hidden him within Freeport years before. The humans there were easily manipulated with fear and the right amount of money.
"It is time, Sonaru."
Her sister's words filled her with sadness. That emotion alone was new to her, for she had denied the fact of feeling anything but anger so long, she had never felt anything else. She hesitated, but finally stood. Slowly she placed her hands over her sister's chest. She worked quickly, drawing what little life the elder delf had in her into her own body. Her sister let out a cry in the final instant of her life, causing her to flee from the hut as quickly as possible.
After a quick check on the boy, Sonaru was not seen again until she walked into the bazaar. She said nothing to any of the people there, only speaking long enough to a few merchants to gather what she needed. Once done, she walked back to the fron. There, she stood upon a rock looking over the sea.
She had killed her sister, hidden a child she should have killed, and saved the life of an elf. All were crimes punishable by death, if anyone ever found out. What would become of her now? She could no longer return to her house. It was not safe. She had no guild to turn to, for she had not been able to find one.
So, she was houseless, guildless, and now, completely alone. A'Joth could never see her again. He could never know of her relation to him. She touched her now-bruised cheek and flinched. Damned guard, she cursed mentally. A thought came to her mind then. What had her people ever done for her? Were a few magical items worth the secrecy and wounds she had recieved? No. She would not go back. Perhaps in time she could fine a guild. Until the, she would do what she could to survive.