I am back!!
ok, here is what happened,
I wrote an amazing next part, and then BOOM slave drive died, and of course, I am one of them people who don't make back-ups, so I lost the entire next part, but I have taken an awfully long time re-writing it, and here is the next section
I promise to finish this story! -shakes fist- anyway, I have a brother who is a little bit like sarevok... cept he doesn't try to kill me at every-
I think if he could he would actually,
the joys of siblings eh?
I think there was one time when I told our mummy that he was smoking and he got told off he wanted to get the nearest item and hit me with it....
then there was the time---- *looks at all bored expressions*
RIGHT!! I shall bore you no longer, let me just pour this bottle of water over my brother....
*screams from other room*
OK DONE!! muahahaha!
whoever invented the door lock I LOVE YOU!!
and for all you people who managed to read my rantings... here is the next small section of my story enjoy!!
Strange girl, maybe was not the word to describe Serenity. Indeed the woman was short-tempered, rude, arrogant, and definitely not ‘lady like’. But behind this harsh argumentative shield that she put up, she was extremely intelligent.
Intelligence is said to be learnt in a classroom, mainly but you tend to learn far more in the world, to see things, to make mistakes and learn from them. Perhaps that is was made Serenity as quick-witted as she was, once a care-free girl from candle-keep, thrown into a world that she hardly knew existed. It had been one short cut that had changed her life. It makes one wonder how they could have avoided such a situation, and learn how to avoid it should the situation arise again. But although memories can bring enlightenment, to make one wiser, they can also bring pain, to make one more cautious.
The rounded room in the De'Arnise hold, in the countryside east of Athkatla, had a cold feeling to it, that full-mooned night. Although the fire crackled merrily, the woman who sat at the pine desk, quill in her left hand, pondering to herself on what to write on the parchment that before her, which still lacked any writing on its crisp page. All it held was green droplets of ink, which fell from the white quills tip.
A long while past, before the quill was laid down, and the woman stood up walking to the window. The white-blonde hair framing a worried looking face, eyes staring at the moon, as if wishing to question it, for advice.
It was a look, that this woman Serenity, had too often upon those pale features, a look that couldn’t really be placed in ones mind. Was she really at ease? When her eyes looked so warm, or was she burning with rage inside as her fists where clenched by her sides.
A door behind her opened with soft creak, and a red-faced young maid, dressed in black, her brown hair tied back neatly “My lady” She spoke in a soft voice, going into a deep curtsy. Serenity guessed the girls’ age at 15 at the most, she was young naive, and in a way, she was sort of jealous that this girl had not a care in the world, except to just serve the people of the hold. Unlike herself, who had to clean up other peoples’ messes, and kill people who got in the way, bad mainly but sometimes good who just simply where too idiotic to get out of the way. Serenity was soon snapped out of her trail of thought when the girl began to speak once again
“Are you not going to retire?” She asked shyly, seeing the half-elf woman still full dressed in a silk dress, which she had worn for the meal with Nalia, earlier that day.
“Retire? OH! No” Serenity had taken a moment to catch up with the conversation, her mind wondering in different places “No, I have this letter to write, but if you could stoke up the fire, I would appreciate it, then get yourself to bed, you look exhausted.” Serenity ordered, and returned to her seat,
“Yes ma’am I was about too but I thought I should check up on you” She rushed to the fire and threw some fresh logs onto it, poking it a little with a burnt metal rod, before it gave off a feeling of warmth around the room. She saw Serenity in a trance of thought, and looked at her “You look worried Lady Silverwing” The maid said, adjusting the green drapes and brushing off the dust
“Hum?” Serenity was knocked out of her trance again, and at first she began to wonder why this girl was rather blunt. But then perhaps her reputation of throwing random objects at people, who never went straight to the point when they spoke with her, had spread faster than she had thought.
“Worried, you seem stressed”
Serenity shook her head “I am just thinking,” She admitted “Tell me, have you ever done something, you thought would help, then thought it might be the biggest mistake you ever made?”
“Not really, why have you made that mistake?” The young girl asked her
“I think I may have made a choice a little too rash, without putting other peoples feelings into consideration, yes,” Serenity sighed, and began to drum her fingers on the desk “Including my own feelings”
“How can you do something without thinking of your own feelings?” The maid asked confused,
“Easily apparently, I thought my actions would help others, but then I realised I am truly starting a losing battle with this action” Serenity shook her head lightly, massaging her temples. Her grey eyes looked at a guttering candle on the desk, nearly at the end of its life, and she swirled a finger in the melted wax, not flinching at the small, yet hot flickering flame
“Well, perhaps, but if this was your first thought, then maybe it will all be okay, you need to give it a try, right My Lady?”
“On other situations, young one, I would have agreed, but this choice may split up my little band of fighters. Leaving just me, and a little problem” She raised her slender hand, looking at her red fingers, which stung slightly from the heat. She bought up her hand to her eyes to examine the red mark, before waving her hand, and standing up once again to pace around the dim room.
“Perhaps this is a test of friendship?” The girl suggested
“No.” Serenity replied rather quickly and in a harsher tone then intended “This is not a test of friendship, nor loyalty, this is a test of dignity, pride, trust” There was a moments silence “Actually, I don’t think it’s even that, it’s a test of forgiveness, a cruel one at that.” Serenity sighed, “Please leave now.”
The young maid curtsied without another word, and left Serenity in an uneasy silence.
Serenity lay in bed, even as the sun reached its highest point, as if afraid to leave the warm comforting haven of the bed that she lay in, her mind drowned in thoughts, battle strategies and her own personal feelings seemed to take over her mind. She threw her hands up and covered her face; a she sunk back into her pillow. She knew she had to get up, right there and then she had to wake up, drag herself out of the bed, pull on her armor, and take the short journey back to Athkatla from the De'Arnise hold. But right now she didn’t want to move, she felt as if she had been tied to the bed in which she lay.
A groan escaped her lips as she forced herself out of the bed, her eyes red with exhaustion, she hadn’t felt like this since. Well actually she couldn’t remember the last time she felt like this, perhaps it was after she passed off god-hood to live a normal life in Baldur’s Gate…
In all honesty, she thought to herself as she pulled a tunic on, she didn’t want to live in the city of Baldur’s Gate, in fact she had desperately wanted to live in Candlekeep, she had proved her innocence from the accusations of before. And even when she returned she had been welcomed back with many apologies. But it hadn’t felt right, Serenity thought to herself as she now dragged a brush through her messy hair. No, it hadn’t felt right at all, it felt like a ghostly memory, of a past innocence she had lost the day she first drove a blade into the gut of some creature. The day her taint finally started to truly pump through her veins.
She stood and looked at her reflection in a metal mirror, and sighed, pulling the leather straps to tighten the cool metal armor around her slim elfish body.
She remembered stepping into that library, and she didn’t feel a rush of happiness, in fact she had felt nothing, she was empty inside now… It was something she could never explain to herself, she expected joy in finally having a life that was not plagued by her dead father, a life in which she was her own woman, she had expected to fall in love, and be happy, but that was not to be. She felt angry, an anger that loomed deep inside, things she wanted to say but could never say. She was angry with Gorion for never telling her the truth, she was angry with him for dying. She was angry with Khalid, a friend, a stuttering fool he may have been, but a friend none-the-less for leaving her, and why? Because of that bastard
Serenity felt her temper rise, even in the reflection of the metal mirror she could see the redness of her cheeks where her anger swelled, she breathed a sigh, should she be angry at the people she loved, dying. It wasn’t their fault, that was true, but either way, they left her, alone, she felt selfish in these thoughts, but every thought she had she couldn’t put away in her mind anymore. They had left her with no true knowledge of the world she was thrown into… when she was at Candlekeep she had expected to just be another librarian, not this, even though she dreamt of adventure… she never dreamt of this.
The oak door on her left opened, and with a swift hand, she picked up the unsheathed sword that was on the pine desk beside the mirror. She pulled out the silver blade that had a soft blue glow, and pointed it to a door, where a man, stood, arms crossed, and a mocking smirk upon his face
“Ah, dear sister, quick as always, but seriously, we have to stop meeting like this, I am starting to think you don’t like me!”
“Sarevok” Serenity said in a cold whisper, returning the blade to its sheath, and closed her eyes “What do you want?”
Sarevok rubbed two large strong hands together, running his tongue along his lower lip, the stranger silver eyes staring at her “I hear there is someone needed to be killed so I thought, well, I want to catch up with my darling little sister and join in her little battle”
Serenity’s eyes snapped open and she glared at him “Sorry, I may have given you a part of my soul but does that bind us for life?”
“No, but our brother and sisterhood does” Sarevok stepped into the room, pushing the door shut quietly
“Bhaal is dead, gone, a memory, the only relation we have is in a simple memory, and please keep it like that, you’re not the most wanted brother in the world, in fact, I find you rather repulsive”
“Oh, you hurt my feelings” Sarevok replied “And why would you hate me so?”
Serenity laughed “Ok, first you kill Gorion, then you attempt to kill me, and when I finally get rid of you, and was sent to hell, instead of helping me, you bloody well try to kill me, AGAIN! Then, THEN you have the nerve to ask me for a part of mine, or my sisters soul, excuse me whilst I don’t worship you as a fantastic brother”
“Hey, I admit I have a bad streak, and that isn’t about to change, if some peasant annoys me, I’ll kill the bastard, but I am much better than I used to be!” Sarevok bit his lip “Besides I worry about you”
“You what? Worry-“ She turned around quickly, a fiery look in her eyes “Worry about me? God you have some nerve!”
“Yes I do, don’t you think people can change?”
“Yes, but you’re a different matter, you can’t change, and you still smell as per usual, when did you last have a bath!”
Sarevok decided to ignore this comment, and sighed, she was right, he was evil, and inside, although the taint of Bhaal was gone. He still craved malice, and death, and he couldn’t deny the slight temptation to strangle Serenity where she stood, but he couldn’t help but feel he owed her a little help,
“Serenity, I know what you have done, and when the others find out, you’re going to need me” He said calmly “I am not doing this for forgiveness. Because I know I’ll never get it, but if I do this, I will feel like I truly repaid my debt for that little ounce of your soul, and you won’t ever have that ‘you owe me’ power against me”
Serenity closed her eyes “You know what I did,”
“Yes, and that worries me, you’re playing a dangerous game Serenity, doing that, even I have to admit I think you lost your nut” He watched his sister go to the window, tapping his foot, and adjusting his leather armor “Why?”
“Because… we needed the best”
Sarevok nodded “I have a feeling you will regret this choice”
“I already do Sarevok, I already do”
(DUNDUNDUNNNNNNN) ... to be continued