After the End

((Dear gods, has it been a year since I've been here? Shame on me, forgetting this place. Well, I'm back--kinda. I've decided to leave my old fan fiction alone seeing as it's tiresome, after a while, to keep writing about BG on its own.

So, instead, seeing as my mod is on definite hiatus until something fantastic happens (unlikely, by the way), I've decided to write one of the dozens of possibilities that would've happened in the mod. Enjoy.--Silverose))

Synora Moonshade gazed out at the field before her, standing with infinite elven patience. She was the imagine of stillness; there was no hint of restless shifting, no sign of fidgeting, not even a sigh of frustration. She stood, knowing her duty, and carried it out well. Though, if she had the urge to move, it would have been to look at the elfwoman who waited within the cavern behind her.

Not for the first time, she marveled at the request that brought her here, to the infamous land of Amn. She had just returned from a long trek through Myth Dannor?a feat that, while amazing, left her feeling tainted by the numerous demons that continue to haunt the infamous dead elven city?and looked forward to at least a year of meditation and prayer that would cleanse her soul. Then her visitor arrived, promptly ordered her to accompany the visitor on a much-needed trip, and here she awaited her task.

After a long moment, she indulged her desire to glanced behind her, her gaze going immediately to the crown of red-gold hair, and the soft dove gray robes of mourning. Her Queen. The Queen of All Elves. Despite having been chosen by the Queen herself to serve the people of Evermeet, Synora rarely spoke to the Queen unless matters dictated utmost secrecy. And after nearly a century of serving her Queen and the people loyally, Synora only saw and met the Queen five times.

And suddenly, that number turned to six.

?My Queen,? she spoke softly, turning her gaze back to the field, ?are you certain he will show??

?My agent said he would.?

?And you wish for me to . . . join him?? Synora noted the hesitation in her voice and scolded herself inwardly. It was wrong for her to doubt her Queen?s wisdom.

?Yes, Synora. Join him. Guide him.? Now it was the Queen?s voice to take the tone of indecision. ?And if necessary, stop him.?

?My Queen?? Synora whirled about on her heels, staring into the cavern.

?If my reports are accurate, and I must trust them to be, I have reason to believe that Gorion?s ward is still a danger even after surrendering his Bhaal-essence. If he even as much as lean towards the dark path, Synora, you must stop him. I will not permit such a dangerous elf to be alive and walking.?

Synora privately doubted that. There were many an elf that she knew of that would be an equal or, if it were possible, even more dangerous foe than the former Bhaal-spawn. However, she had to acknowledge that the Bhaal-spawn had acquired a great deal of power and skill throughout his troubles, and he singly caused a fantastic and terrible mess in Amn. Not to mention he took down other powerful Bhaal-spawn, mostly on his own.

?I hear your wisdom, my Queen, and I obey.? Synora drew her moonblade and saluted Amlaruil. ?Shall he prove treacherous, I will slay him instantly. I swear to Sehahine Moonbow, I will.?

Amlaruil, Queen of All Elves, gave one, curt nod, satisfied. She chose Synora for a reason?the moon elfwoman was the epitome of loyalty and obedience. Given an order, she would carry it out with a single-mindedness that would startle other elves had they witnessed it. No elf other had such determination or willingness like Synora did. And so Amlaruil commanded her to do what many others would not?removing a potential foe of the People, even if it meant dying in the process, or, if it came to it, going into the hells themselves.

?My Queen, he comes.? Synora strode out openly into the field, sword in hand, and a battle light blazing in her silver eyes. ?Hold, by order of the Queen!?

?By Torm, stay back Kyrian, I shall deal with this invader!?

?Keldorn, stop!?

?Oh my, I didn?t expect to see this happening!?

Synora did not even have to say a word. The Bhaal-spawn?s companions ended up making an amazing mess out of themselves, leaving her to stand, rather foolishly, sword drawn, waiting for them to sort their troubles out. She suspected she could identify the Bhaal-spawn?s companions, and did so mentally as she awaited them to decide what to do with her.

The warrior of Torm, a human male of aging years, must be Keldorn Firecam, and the Bhaal-spawn?s earnest protector. Synora managed to learn a bit about him?he had found his wife having an affair with another man, and at the urging of the spawn, confronted his wife and swore to mend their broken marriage. Though she was thoroughly confused to find the paladin with the spawn now. Surely he would have returned to his wife and home.

The woman who stopped him was no other than a half-elven Harper by the name of Jaheira, a long-time ally and friend of the Bhaal-spawn. At being called by Gorion, Jaheira and her husband had come to help and guard the spawn from his countless enemies. However, along the way, her husband was tortured and killed, and Jaheira had to deal with numerous problems just by being associated with the spawn. The last anyone knew for certain was that Jaheira was now seeking a relationship with the spawn himself. A rather disgusting thought.

And the third speaker? Synora focused on her for a moment and hid an exclamation. By the very carriage of the speaker, she found herself facing the wingless Avariel by the name of Aerie. She had not expected to see the Avariel still among the spawn?s company, and that forced her to change her opinions of him. If he managed to win and keep the Avariel?s loyalties, there was more here than she assumed.

Synora spotted behind the trio several more of the spawn?s companions, and she had a vague notion of who they were. One was the ranger, Valygar, and the other had to have been the tiefling Haer?dalis. And a step away was his half-sister, Imoen.

?Very well then,? Keldorn thundered. ?Who are you and speak quickly, I will not stand idly by while Kyrian?s life is threatened!?

Synora met the paladin?s stormy gaze with a chill to rival the coldest frost from the Icewind Dales. ?I am Synora Moonshade of the fabled Isle of Evermeet, sent here at the order of my Queen to accompany Kyrian of Candlekeep on his travels.?

?Why?? Jaheira demanded, her hazel gaze piercing Synora. Had the gaze been needles, the moonwarrior imagined she would have become a pincushion by now.

?That is between my Queen and Kyrian.?

Jaheira frowned, suspicious. ?I do not trust any agent of Evermeet.?

?Nor do I trust any agent of the Harpers,? Synora retorted sharply. ?I did not ask you, half-elf. I asked Kyrian.?

Throughout the heated argument, the former Bhaal-spawn stood with impatience, annoyed with Jaheira?s continuing determination to protect him. Only when Synora addressed him did he speak. ?Fine. Lead me to her. The rest of you stay here.?

?But Kyrian??

?Jaheira, I said stay.? Kyrian gave her a look of warning and turned into step with the moonwarrior, leaving the Harper woman fuming. ?What was so important your own Queen couldn?t come to talk to me before??

?Queen Amlaruil has her reasons, Bhaal-spawn,? Synora answered curtly. ?She awaits you in there.?

Kyrian glanced at the cavern, wary, and nodded once. With his hand on his sword, he stepped in, his elven sight guiding him to the cavern?s sole inhabitant: the famed Queen Amlaruil. Barely keeping to propriety, he bowed at the waist and met the Queen?s gaze fearlessly.

?What does Amlaruil want with a lowly orphan??

The beautiful elfwoman barely acknowledged his words before speaking, her voice like that of silver bells. ?Evermeet has need of your skills, Kyrian of Candlekeep. If Elminster has spoken truth, you have amassed great skill and power. I have need of them.?

?Why should I care??

Amlaruil frowned. ?You are an elf, are you not??

?Bhaal-spawn. Oh, pardon, former Bhaal-spawn.?

?You remain an elf, Kyrian. The loss of your Bhaal powers have not lessened you. Or was I misinformed??

Kyrian scowled. ?Go on.?

?With your experience and knowledge of this realm, you could walk without molestation where my agents cannot. I have need of you.?

?Go on.?

?I have heard rumors of a faction of gold elves who plot against Evermeet. I desire you to seek them out, and if necessary, stop them.?

?And why should I be worried about Evermeet? Not a single word of my mother?s homeland until now. Do you think me stupid, Amlaruil? I?m expendable. You?re using me as the means to an end. Sorry, I don?t play puppet.?

?Name your price,? Amlaruil said swiftly.

?I beg your pardon??

?Name your price. Evermeet?s wealth is famed. I will pay any price you ask.?

?Okay, now I?m intrigued. Why me??

Amlaruil leveled her gaze on him. ?Reports of your tainted bloodline are spread throughout Faerun. Who would doubt you if you claimed you had ? difficulties with the moon royal family? The leader of the faction would be a fool to reject such a useful ally. And I have confidence you can be convincing.?

?And what makes you think they wouldn?t have heard about my deeds in Amn and elsewhere??

Amlaruil glanced at Synora, who stepped forward to answer for her Queen. ?Because we could not get an accurate account as well. Some say you?re responsible for the chaos, some say you tried to prevent it, and so forth. They would likely depend what they can glean from you. Perform well, and you?ll undoubtedly be handsomely rewarded.?

?Unless they took one look at my companions!? Kyrian countered. ?I have a paladin of Torm, a Harper, and an Avariel!?

?Then leave them behind or disguise them,? Synora answered immediately. ?The gold elves wouldn?t care unless they were of some use. Expendable, as you said.?

Kyrian glanced from Synora to the Queen and back to the moonwarrior. ?I?ll need a moment to confer with my friends then.?

Amlaruil nodded. The moment Kyrian stepped out to gather his allies, the Queen turned to Synora. ?What do you think??

?He?ll do it,? Synora replied quietly. ?Despite how much he hates his own people, Kyrian feels a loyalty to us. He seems capable and honest to the point of being rude, but I notice a flaw in your reasoning, my Queen, if you will forgive me.?

?How is that??

?I carry a moonblade, untainted and unharmed. Wouldn?t the gold elves notice and deem me a poor sneak??

?I leave that in your capable hands, Synora.?

The moonwarrior stared at her Queen, astonished.

What have I gotten myself into?

To be continued...

((I had so much more in mind to add, but then my brain fizzled and said bedtime. However, I wasn't going to be sadistic and leave you all hanging with the previous post. I am going to be sadistic and leave you all hanging with THIS one!

Intrigue, cat fights, and tension, oh my!

Hehe. I'm evil. Enjoy.))


While Synora and Queen Amlaruil stood within the cave, awaiting Kyrian?s decision, the former Bhaal-spawn debated amongst his allies. Aerie was for supporting Evermeet, Jaheira against, Imoen did not care either way, Keldorn was also for seeking out the traitorous gold elves while Valygar had reservations about why they were chosen, and Haer?dalis, typical tiefling, was overjoyed for a new adventure.

?Jaheira, how could you say that about Evermeet? I?ve heard so many good stories about the fabled island!? Aerie asked, looking thoroughly distressed.

?I do not trust them. They have worked against the Harpers before, and do not seek to keep the Balance,? the half-elven druid replied scornfully. ?For all we know, they are using us as fodder for their own selfish reasons.?

Synora?s cheeks flamed hotly, her silver eyes glinting. Unable to tolerate any more slander about her homeland, the moonwarrior strode forth, looking ready to battle Jaheira with words or swords. ?Your accusations are baseless, Harper! It is your own people responsible for this continued difficulties!?

?How dare you! The Harpers work for the good of the people!?

?They took matters out of the hands of the Queen and threw the very elf responsible for the death of our king into a prison just to protect his worthless life! Kymil Nimesin, the murderer of Zaor and princess Amnestria, is running free because your precious Harpers failed to keep him! He should have been turned over to us for judgment!?

Jaheira?s reaction surprised the moonwarrior. Her skin paled under her tan, and her hazel eyes widened in disbelief. ?Kymil Nimesin escaped the charge of the Harpers??

?Yes,? Synora spat, unwilling to be sympathetic to any of Jaheira?s fears. ?And we have reason to believe he will continue to attempt what he thinks is the proper cleansing of the People. Either you stand with us, Jaheira, or get out of my way.?

The druidess frowned. ?Then it is my duty as a Harper to see to it that Kymil Nimesin is returned to custody.?

Synora doubted she would even allowed Kymil to breathe in her presence, but decided Jaheira would not need to know that unless they came to conflict. Synora glanced at Kyrian, hands on hip, and gave voice to her question. ?Well, Bhaal-spawn? Will you accept the quest before you and help the People??

Kyrian met the moonwarrior?s gaze, scowling. ?One question.?

Synora tilted her head.

?Why me??

?Did we not already answer that question?? Synora retorted.

?Try again.?

?One does not ask someone to risk their lives for something they do not know of,? Keldorn interjected.

Synora sighed. ?Your legend precedes you, Kyrian. No one will know what to make of you, and that will be useful for the People. You are powerful, skilled, capable of surviving impossible odds, and your lineage will be used to judge you. Lacking the essence of Bhaal you may be, but I have no doubt Kymil will think that the taint remains.?

?But why should I care about Evermeet? I was mistreated all my life, judged for being what I am or what I?m not. Why should I suddenly care about my mother?s people??

It did not escape Synora?s notice that Imoen stepped up to stand beside her half-brother, slipping her hand into his. Nor did she miss Kyrian squeezing Imoen?s hand gratefully. Once again, she was forced to change her opinion of the former spawn. She had not thought him capable of tender emotions.

?I cannot speak for the People, Kyrian. We all have different opinions and beliefs when it comes to situations such as this, but, if you desire it, I can and will swear by my goddess and by my moonblade that I will see to it that you are welcomed in Evermeet. Help in this and you will earn our undying gratitude.?

Synora shifted to stand proudly, meeting Kyrian?s dark eyes without flinching. ?Evermeet is the last hope of the People, Kyrian. Without it, we will fade into nothing. We cannot keep in step with the continuing force of human change. We have only one refuge left, and it is being threatened from within and without. I cannot? we cannot expect you to understand or care, but we are asking now. Help us.?

?I have heard tales about the elven people,? Keldorn added thoughtfully. ?It did not occur to me until now that I have seen so few of your kind remaining. There is a good cause for this call. I would help, if a lowly human such as myself can be of assistance.?

Synora blinked.

?I?I?ll help!? Aerie threw in hurriedly. ?And m-maybe in return? you can help me find the Avariel again??

Jaheira sniffed. ?I will obey whatever Kyrian decides.?

?Ah, a grand adventure full of intrigue and betrayal!? Haer?dalis gave Synora a sweeping bow. ?I would be foolish not to desire it!?

Valygar ?hmmed?. ?I have little sympathy for the elven race, but I do not have much compassion for those who would brutally fight to get what they desire. This Kymil seems to be a determined man??

?Elf,? Synora corrected.

??and he reminds me too much of my ancestor. I?ll help, if only because I won?t stand by and watch another war happen.?

?Hey, wherever my ?little? brother goes, I?m going too!? Imoen said brightly.

?Imoen, no,? Kyrian said swiftly. ?I don?t want you to get into trouble again. You suffered badly and I want to see you get some rest.?

?Hey?? Imoen met her brother?s gaze seriously. ?I swore to you that I wasn?t going to leave you behind. You suffered just as much as I did, and maybe more! You always took everything on your shoulders, but this time, I?m helping whether you like it or not!?

Kyrian gave Imoen a wry smile. ?I seem to recall the first time you broke the rules. I couldn?t stop you then, and I know better than to try to stop you now.? His expression softened and he took her into a brotherly embrace. ?It?d be good to have you watching my back.?

?So we?re doing it?? Imoen asked eagerly, grasping his arms.

To answer that, Kyrian turned to face Synora, wondering what she thought of him and his companions. He found her expression inscrutable, her silver eyes guarded, and her stance defensive. In a way, he could not help but understand her wariness. His ?legend? did precede him, and Kyrian had to dabble with forces he did not like but had to work with for his own survival. He wondered if her precious moonwarrior thinking could accept and understand that.

?I?ll help? but when it?s done, I expect Evermeet to help me and my friends out in return.?

The corner of Synora?s mouth quirked in a wry smile. ?We could not do any less.? She held out her hand, and added quietly, ?I promise you? you help us find and stop Kymil Nimesin, and I?ll see to it that you get what you deserve.?

Kyrian clasped the moonwarrior?s offered hand in a warrior?s grip, and nodded once. ?Then let?s get going, shall we??

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The first night they made camp, Synora kept herself from the others, merely an agent of Evermeet, and not a true companion of the former spawn. She could not help but notice that quite a few of his allies kept glancing her way, their expressions quizzical about the mysterious moonwarrior. She knew it, and chose to ignore it.

However, it was clear Kyrian did not share her desire of ignorance when he sat down near her, a stick in his hands, his gaze going straight to her. ?Tell me, where is our first destination??

?Candlekeep,? Synora answered tersely.

Imoen sat up, her eyes wide. ?We?re going back home??

?Not exactly,? Synora replied with an inward sigh. ?There is a portal within Candlekeep?s walls that will lead us to Waterdeep. I seek two Harper agents there.?

?I thought you had no use for Harpers,? Jaheira said cuttingly, suspicious.

Synora?s gaze flickered to the half-elven druidess. ?I don?t. But one of them is a longtime enemy of Kymil?s. She may know where to seek him. And if she does not, she has an ally who might.?

?And who is that?? Jaheira pressed.

?Elaith Craulnober.?

?The Serpent?? Jaheira let out a dark laugh. ?Why would he care about Evermeet??

Synora met the Harper?s gaze in a silent challenge. ?Because he is, and remains so, loyal to Evermeet. He was the betrothed of Amnestria and no doubt desires to see to it that her murderer does not live to see the next moon fall.?

Jaheira?s lip curled, and before the unspeakable oath slipped from her lips, Kyrian cut in, sensing the storm between the two elfwomen ready to erupt. ?Fine, we?re going to Waterdeep. I think we should send a message from there to? someone who I know that might want to help us out.?

Synora tilted her head curiously. ?And who is that??

?Kyrian, you?re not thinking about??

The former spawn silenced Imoen with a look and answered the moonwarrior. ?My brother, Sarevok. He might have a few contacts he can ask, see who?s searching for dark allies.?

Synora?s brows rose in disbelief. ?I thought Sarevok was dead??

?Uh, that?s a long story.?

Synora glanced around the camp deliberately and gave Kyrian a dry look. ?I?ve got a few hours.?

To be continued?

((There. *laughs* I finally finished "Chapter One" so to speak. There's more, don't worry. I wouldn't be so cruel. Loads of fun coming up and I hope I did justice to the tale and to the characters so far!

Enjoy!))

?So,? Synora settled comfortably, resting her back against a tree trunk, her gaze going to Kyrian, ?Sarevok??

?First tell me why you didn?t know he was alive,? Kyrian replied easily, stretching out on the ground. ?Don?t tell me Evermeet has flaws.?

The moonwarrior?s eyes narrowed at him, bristling at his jibe. ?Accounts of what happened in Tethyr and beyond have been found to be jangled, misleading or entirely outrageous. One tale was that all your allies were dead and lost. Another said you were dead, and yet you were later reported alive, mysteriously resurrected. Some said your brother was alive, and some said he was not. So you see, we had to work with what we were told.?

Kyrian nodded, his gaze going skyward, his eyes distant with recollection. ?Sarevok is alive. I? brought him to life.?

Synora?s jaw unhinged in shock, and she gasped out, ?No Bhaal-spawn has been known to have the ability to resurrect the dead!?

?I, ah, yeah, well, it wasn?t exactly like that. The events that happened in Suldanesslar? I?m not sure what happened after that. My memories, I feel they?ve been tampered with, but I have no idea how or who. All I know is that I? found myself in this place, filled with sacred stones telling me of my destiny. I had to battle another Bhaal-spawn and once she was defeated, I? found myself somewhere else.

?Sarevok was there. Not quite dead, not quite alive. He promised to help me if I give him a piece of my soul, bringing him back to life. I didn?t trust him, but I had no alternative. I didn?t know what was going on. People wanted me dead and I didn?t know why.?

?Not that it?s anything new,? Imoen quipped lightly. ?People keep wanting us dead.?

Kyrian smiled faintly. ?True. But this was different. Other Bhaal-spawns were warring against one another, and I had no clue why. Sarevok mentioned that Bhaal had some kind of special arrangement, and that with him on my side, he?d be able to keep me alive long enough to find out why.

?I had him swear an oath, a binding one, not to kill me until this was over. He?s not the same man he was,? the former spawn murmured softly. ?We spoke a lot, he and I. I still don?t trust him entirely, but? He?ll help.?

?Where did you find yourself that you could speak to the spirit of your dead brother?? Synora asked quietly, curious despite herself. To bring back the dead?sacrilege!

?Some pocket dimension, one that I created without my knowledge. I could move between dimensions at will, and it enabled me to go where I was needed to go. That?s how I got into Saradush despite the magical barrier around the city.?

Synora raised her eyebrows, astonished. ?You created a dimension? and were unaware of it??

?Something like that, yes. There were? spirits? in there that could summon my friends for me. So I wouldn?t be alone in facing my new problems. And I did need them. Saradush was under attack by a Bhaal-spawn and ruled by another. And in the heart of the conflict was this woman named Melissan, who swore she was trying to protect the Bhaal-spawns while actively trying to get them to destroy one another.?

The moonwarrior frowned. ?Why is that??

Jaheira spat. ?The woman was a priestess of Bhaal, hungering for the power of the dead god. And she cannot harvest the power while his children still lived. I have never met a viper like her before!?

Kyrian gave Synora a wry smile and nodded. ?Jaheira?s correct. I was mislead, and nearly paid for it with my life many times over.?

?He?s just lucky ?cause he?s got me around to watch his back!? Imoen said brightly.

Keldorn chuckled. ?Aye, lass, and the rest of us as well.?

Aerie added in softly, shy as she cuddled next to Haer?dalis, ?We have gone through so much in such a short time. Because of you, Kyrian, so many were saved. And I know that while I cannot get my wings back, I know I?m not alone. You convinced me of that.?

Kyrian lowered his head, smiling in embarrassment.

Synora leaned back, silver eyes gone speculative. ?What of you, paladin of Torm? I know this much is clear?you left your family behind. Why??

Keldorn glanced at the moonwarrior, the firelight enhancing his wrinkles and gray hair. ?I made a promise, my lady. Until Kyrian is safe from those who seek his death simply because of what he once was, I cannot rest with an easy heart. I would be forever wondering if my good friend is safe from harm.?

?Are you prepared to sacrifice your family for it then?? Synora chided gently.

Keldorn shook his head. ?I am a man of Torm. No oath is taken lightly, ever.?

?Don?t bother trying,? Kyrian said dryly to Synora. ?I?ve tried time and time again to release Keldorn from his promise. He refuses.?

Synora nodded, unsurprised. Elves were no better when it came to promises?her people had a blood oath that could be invoked when one needed to avenge the death of a loved one. In a sense, she had already invoked it years ago when Zaor was slain in the heart of the Moonstone Palace. When she had learned later on that Arilyn Moonblade, Amnestria?s daughter, had discovered who was responsible, Synora swore on that day she would never rest until Kymil Nimesin died on her blade.

?One thing puzzles me, Kyrian,? Synora said after a moment of silence. ?Sarevok killed your foster father, Gorion. How could you absolve him of such a crime??

Jaheira frowned at the moonwarrior. ?You make him sound as though all he ever thinks of is hatred and darkness. Do you think all Bhaal-spawn were dark creatures, prey to their own tainted blood??

Synora arched a brow at the druidess. ?If I had thought all were prey to the darker side of their natures, I wouldn?t be speaking to you now, would I??

Kyrian had to grab Jaheira?s arm to prevent her from lunging at the moonwarrior, the camaraderie shattered by the insult thrown by the two women. Jaheira shrugged off the former spawn and sniffed, restrained though it was clear she wanted to confront Synora for the offense.

?It is getting late,? Jaheira said darkly. ?Kyrian and I will take the first watch.?

Synora shrugged, reaching for her bedroll and spreading it out near the fire. From the corner of her eye, she saw Jaheira and Kyrian leave the circle of the camp, hand in hand. Once again she frowned to herself. Jaheira was a dichotomy to the moonwarrior; her oath to Gorion to protect Kyrian was surely over, and yet she remains. She also had an oath to her husband, Khalid, one of marriage and devoted love, and here she seemed to have more than just a friendly affection for Kyrian.

Shaking her head, willing herself to set aside Jaheira?s apparently animosity for the moonwarrior, Synora slid into the bedroll, hoping she can find Reverie, the form of elven sleep.

?Why do you hate her, Jaheira?? Kyrian asked softly, having pulled the druidess away for a private conversation.

?I do not trust her. If Evermeet is so powerful, why do they need you??

Kyrian sighed. ?Jaheira, I can?t pretend to understand it, but? I think she?s telling the truth.?

?There is more to this than that, isn?t there?? Jaheira asked softly, studying Kyrian?s face. It felt wrong for her to find him so dear to her heart, but Kyrian was no longer the youth she remembered him. It was well over two years ago since they had met at the Friendly Arm Inn, and Kyrian was nothing more than an inexperienced youth, lost with grief.

Jaheira had watched him grow, and he did so quickly. Kyrian was forced into battle after battle, surviving by luck and then by skill. Through it all, he had never allowed himself to become sick with resignation, but striving to overcome the impossible odds. His continued determination had brought Jaheira out of her own self-imposed darkness after finding Khalid dead in Irenicus? dungeon. And during their travels together, she found herself wanting him.

Kyrian glanced away. ?It?s Evermeet. Imoen and I have heard the monks in Candlekeep breathe in awe whenever the elven isle was mentioned. I know I had never mentioned interest in my mother?s people but??

?You want to know, irregardless,? Jaheira murmured. ?Be careful you do not die for them, Kyrian. I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you.?

The former spawn looked at the druidess, catching the odd note in her voice. It startled him once he realized what that tone was. He had heard it often enough in Aerie?s voice to Haer?dalis. He took a hasty step back, flustered, and turned back to the camp, his step unusually swift.

?Hey, ?little? brother,? Imoen smirked at him. ?A little eager to get some sleep, huh??

?Im?you knew??

?Pffh! Of course I knew! Women know these things, you silly.? Imoen tossed back her hair, arms folded smugly.

Kyrian groaned. ?And you didn?t bother to enlighten me??

?Why should I?? The lady thief blinked, tilting her head curiously.

?This is Jaheira we?re talking about!? he exclaimed, incredulous at his sister?s calm.

?Yeah? and your point is??

?She?s?she?s??

?Yyyeeesss???

?She?s Khalid?s wife.?

?News flash for you, ?little? brother: Khalid?s dead. Has been for, oh, a year. Remember??

Kyrian groaned. ?Imoen, I remember that perfectly well. My point is that? I couldn?t do that to Khalid. And Jaheira?s? well? she?s nice and all, but??

Imoen patted his arm. ?Not your type, huh??

The former spawn shook his head. ?No.?

?Aerie then?? Imoen hazarded.

Kyrian chuckled. ?No. She seems happier with Haer?dalis and I don?t want to interfere.?

?Hmm? Ugh, don?t tell me Viconia!?

He laughed outright. ?Gods, no.?

?Good, ?cause we left her with that mob back in Athkatla.? Imoen searched her mind for other likely possibilities. ?Nalia??

?Definitely not. I had a hard time swallowing my disgust whenever she mentioned helping the ?little people?!?

Imoen grinned. ?Jaheira did that for you, remember??

He nodded, smiling. ?I do. I wonder if Nalia managed to find that pole stuck up her??

?Hey! Watch the language, you?re in polite company!?

Kyrian grinned. ?You?re polite company??

?Family, you silly!? Imoen smacked his shoulder. ?And as your big sister, I deserve a little polite treatment, if nothin? else!?

He caught her hand, laughing. ?Alright, alright. You win.?

?How about Mazzy??

?Mazzy.? Kyrian echoed in sheer disbelief. ?Me, elf. Her, halfling.?

?Yeah, so?? Imoen retorted, hands on hip.

?Did I mention too pious for my taste??

Imoen chuckled. ?Got a point.?

?I thought so.?

Imoen tapped a finger to her lip thoughtfully, casting her mind about for possible romantic interludes for her brother. ?How about her?? she asked, nodding in Synora?s direction.

Kyrian?s jaw dropped. ?Come on! She?s?and I?m??

?Yes??

?Imoen, one doesn?t make that kind of decision after just having met someone!?

?Soooo?. You do like her.?

?Imoen!?

Laughingly, Imoen left her brother standing in outrage and shock, settling to sleep.

Kyrian never got any rest that night. Neither did Jaheira. Imoen slept like a rock, and on their way back to Candlekeep, she teased him mercilessly.

((End of Chapter One. Chapter Two is coming. Promise. ))

((First off, let me apologize for any confusion in reading this post--it's my first time writing in the first perspective and I have no doubt there might be errors and confusion. If so... APOLOGIES!

Okay. Now that's done, I have one thing to note: Moon elves, which Synora is, do not have any "pink pigmentation" in their cheeks that enable the red blush we get when we're embarrassed. They blush in blue--having blue highlights along their cheekbones and ears. Now you know.

Now off to the story! Enjoy! --Silverose))

Morning. The coming dawn turned the sky gray with a hint of azure, promising a clear day. Valygar, who had the last watch, awoken us with a light shake and a murmur of that it was time for us to leave. Imoen surprised her companions with a quick meal of breakfast, and I was later informed that she was usually a terrible cook.

?Which is funny when you think about it,? the young woman said brightly. ?I grew up in the Inn in Candlekeep and never bothered to learn how to cook!?

I answered her with a reserved smile, resuming my silent walk. I could feel the eyes of the others upon me time to time, their gaze curious. I imagine it was because of the night before, where I questioned Kyrian and his companions of their lives and past, pondering on their motives. And yet I shared little, if any, of myself to them. My reasons are sound, but I had difficulty resisting the growing thread of camaraderie between the others, and myself save for Jaheira.

I cannot, I must not, allow myself to become a friend of Kyrian or any of his companions. Despite his words, despite the support of his allies, I cannot help but feel that there is something kept from me. Or perhaps it is merely my reservation and loyalty to Amlaruil that keeps me from answering the call of shared adventure.

I traveled alone for many years, seeking allies only when the time called for it. I know such a decision is wrought with risk and danger, but when in serving Evermeet, I can trust no one. Not even a fellow elf in Aerie or a man of pious faith such as Keldorn. Everyone always have their own reasons and goals when they travel, and I have heard of tales when trusted allies stabbed their companions in the back for something as petty as gold. Through me, Evermeet could be exposed, and that I could not allow.

We walked in silence for some time, following Imoen and Kyrian?s lead back to Candlekeep. I noticed Jaheira kept her distance from Kyrian, and he avoided looking at the druidess whenever he could. I worry over the tension between the two, for a wounded friendship is prone to betrayal. However, I chose not to speak of it. The less I see Jaheira, the better I shall be.

?May I ask, my lady, of that sword you carry?? Keldorn asked me, shortly after mid-day. ?It feels of magic and I have never seen such a blade as that.?

I hesitated. Moonblades possess a long history, and their purposes should be kept secret. However, I have never heard of a human that managed to successfully bypass the blade?s inherent safeguard from being wielded by those who possess no honor. And so I moved to keep in step with him, explaining as we walked.

?It is a moonblade, one of hundreds. It was passed to me by my grandmother when she passed into the next world.?

?I have never heard of a moonblade. Are they all alike?? Keldorn raised his eyebrows, studying the sheathed blade at my waist.

?Not at all. The history of the blades has it that three hundred blades were created for the purpose of protecting the existence of elves. All look alike, but their powers change from wielder to wielder. The moonstone here,? I said, pointing to the stone in the pommel, ?acts as a conduit for the power.?

?So you can add as many powers as you like? Sounds dangerous to me, my lady.?

Despite my reservations, I smiled. ?Not at all. The wielder may add only one new power to the blade?s magic. Some are added when the time calls for it, some are added by wish, and some are added when a purpose is needed. The sword is? sentient in a way?it judges the character of the wielder, and it judges the necessity of the added power.?

?I see.? Keldorn fell silent for a moment and finally asked me, ?What do you mean by it judges the wielder?s character??

?Would you allow such a powerful sword in the hand of one who is power-hungry and greedy, prone to traitorous acts? We would not. And so the swords are endowed with the ability to judge the character of the new wielder. Should they prove to be? of a dark nature, the sword rejects them.?

?How so??

I did not answer right away. I recalled my time when I had to make a decision to accept the moonblade?s burden or to hold it in trust for my future children. My grandmother chose me as her heir, and while I felt honored by her trust in me, I was wary. I was young, too young in fact, to accept such a burden when I did not know myself wholly.

And yet, as I held the sheathed moonblade in my hands, I made a fateful decision. I drew the moonblade and felt relieved and honored that it had chosen me to be its new wielder. Evermeet had acquired a new champion in me, and little did I know it would add me to Amlaruil?s list of agents.

I could sense Keldorn?s growing concern, and chose to alleviate it. ?When a wielder is accepted, they and only they can draw the sword without harm. Should you or anyone else attempt to take the sword from me without my strict permission, you would be either injured greatly or killed instantly. And so it is for a wielder who is unworthy to bear the sword?instant death.?

?Such a harsh judgment,? Keldorn replied, his tone worried and gentle.

?Perhaps. But they do not have to accept. The moonblades are powerful, Keldorn, too powerful in the hands of those who cannot wield them with honor.?

?And so you took a great risk yourself by accepting this blade.? I could not be certain of the look he gave me, but I felt it was one of respect. He continues to surprise me, this paladin of Torm.

?I did. I was very young when I received the moonblade, but I do not regret the course my life has lead me to.? I laid my hand on the moonblade, sensing the tingle of magic, wondering if the blade?s sentience agree or was merely accepting of who I am. I chose not to mention to Keldorn that every time I draw the blade, I face the same judgment as I did in the beginning.

?I am curious, Synora, of what it is you do for your people,? Keldorn asked after a moment of thought.

?I serve them by seeking out lost elven artifacts across Faerun, searching out traitors of Evermeet, and as a loyal guard of Evermeet?s secrets. I do my Queen?s bidding when she asks, as she did for this.?

?A noble path,? Keldorn said with a nod.

I was relieved when Keldorn ceased his line of questioning. I feared if he continued I would reveal the true reason of why I was with him and Kyrian. Had Kyrian proven himself a trustworthy elf, I would have no need to come along?except for avenging Zaor and Amnestria?s death. No, I was sent to be judge, jury and executioner should Kyrian prove to be too great a danger for Evermeet and elves in general.

When I caught myself thinking that, I cursed inwardly. I liked Kyrian, and I like nearly all of his companions. But I know I mustn?t soften towards them until I know for certain they would not be a risk. Already they?ve nearly destroyed an entire kingdom?if they set their sights upon Evermeet, I fear we will be lost.

When Kyrian called to set camp, I deliberately used that time in promising to hunt for our dinner so that I could be alone and think over the new complications. As an agent, I?ve had to learn how to keep myself emotionally distant from any of those I must use for the advantage of Evermeet?s safety, especially after having been used and betrayed by Kymil Nimesin himself.

By allowing myself to care about Kyrian and his companions, I allow my judgments to be clouded and that would pose a risk should the former spawn even display a dark trait. I must not hesitate in my actions against him should the time come. I know this. I?ve kept this thought in my mind for well over four decades ever since Zaor?s death, and now, suddenly, I hesitate.

Why? Why do I even care about Kyrian? Was it how he managed to keep such a diverse group of companions loyal to him? Was it how he teases his sister, and yet bolsters Aerie?s fears in regards to her relationship with Haer?dalis? Or was it everything about him?down to his fearlessness and daring to do whatever it took to see to it his companions survive.

I had spent the past two days listening to his companions regal me with tales of Kyrian?s continued struggle with his lineage and nature and yet confront those who would slay him for what he is?or rather, was. Aerie told me of how Kyrian fought a power-hungry mage just to free her and the others under his enthrall. He trusted Aerie when her true form was cloaked in illusion when he had absolutely no reason.

The Avariel continued to regal me with the tales of Kyrian?s deeds, and Haer?dalis never hesitated to thrown in his own views and details should Aerie skip a part. I was impressed, despite myself. I want to believe that Kyrian is all they say he is? And once again, I continue to catch myself having such thoughts.

I must distance myself. I must.

?Everything all right??

Upon hearing Kyrian?s soft, concerned voice above me as I cleaned and sharpened my moonblade (well after dinner), I tensed. Calling up as much composure as I could, I glanced up at him, furrowing my brows in question. ?How do you mean??

?You seem distracted,? he said, sitting down across from me. ?Is something wrong??

?No,? I replied curtly, doing my best to avoid his gaze.

?Right. And the reason you spent the past hour or so sharpening your sword when it doesn?t need it is merely you being cautious.?

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks and knew my cheeks had to be blue with embarrassment. ?If I share my concerns, Kyrian, it would not be wise. There are some things I cannot tell you, despite my own difficulties with them.?

Taking a quick glance up at him, I saw his brows wrinkle in confusion. I do not blame him. I feel the same. But I was truthful in telling him that by sharing my concerns, it would cause great problems. Especially when he learns that my part in this quest is not only to see to it that he succeeds in discovering the gold elf traitors, but also to see to it that he himself does not become a risk to the elven isle of Evermeet.

I suddenly realized that what I was feeling was guilt. Guilt because I was befriending Kyrian under false pretenses. A moonwarrior?deceitful?! And for the purpose of Evermeet. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I was betraying everything a moonwarrior stood for, and I was betraying myself!

Kyrian never had a chance to speak what he was thinking. I shoved past him, rushing into the bushes to vomit. As I retched my guilt out in physical form, I knew I had to be honest to Kyrian. While I follow Sehahine Moonbow, goddess of mystery and of the moon, I do not practice the deceit or subtly of Her worship. I know in my heart Sehahine has no conflict with my decision to avoid the practice of mysteries, however I cannot help but wonder what my goddess thinks of me now.

?Is she okay?? I heard Aerie ask Kyrian worriedly just behind me as I went into dry heaves.

?I? I don?t know. She just suddenly? and she?? Kyrian trailed off uncertainly.

As I finally ceased my convulsions, I sensed the former spawn come up beside me, handing me a waterskin to clean out my mouth. I took it gratefully, once again forced to note that he always thought of others in his actions. When I was done cleaning my mouth and easing my aching throat, I stood and faced Kyrian.

I met his dark gaze, the silence stretching before us like taut leather threatening to break, I finally murmured, my voice cracking, ?I have something I need to tell you...?

To be continued.

((I'm feeling very evil. I have no doubt some of you will wonder about a certain person in this tale, and I'm prepared to face the consquences.

I do apologize for the lateness of this post. My internet wasn't working for a while and then I had stuff to do before I could even settle down and write. So I hope you like this post. I rather liked it myself.

FYI: I had made a portrait of Synora (had planned to use it for my mod which is now on permanent hiatus) and had posted the link over at FWS. However, seeing as some don't go there, I thought I'd share it with you. I think it's a rather good portrayal of what Synora looks like.

http://www.geocities...raportrait.html

Enjoy!--Silverose))

Kyrian raised his eyebrows at Synora, but before he could even voice his curiosity, Aerie pushed past him, handing the moonwarrior a mug of brewed tea. ?Here, this will help settle your stomach. You should sit down until the nausea is past.?

Synora grabbed the opportunity, at once relieved and frustrated at the interruption the Avariel provided for her. She sat down near the fire, sitting cross-legged, and took a sip of the tea. Her eyes widened as she recognized the herbs Aerie put in, and gave the young Avariel a puzzled look.

?I thought mint did not grow around here??

?I had some saved, dried and preserved in case we needed it,? Aerie replied shyly.

Synora nodded, sipping the tea some more. She sensed Kyrian nearby, his presence intense and commanding attention. It took all she could not to give in and look at him. She had yet to come to any viable conclusion about him or her confusion as to whether she should tell him the whole truth, or temporize. Of course, it was entirely possible he suspected there were a two-fold reason why the moonwarrior accompanied him and his companions.

Jaheira broke through the moonwarrior?s thoughts and said caustically, ?I hope you are not pregnant. The last we need is a sickened warrior.?

The moonwarrior glanced up at Jaheira darkly, frowning. ?You?re entirely too suspicious for your own good, Harper.?

?Am I, now?? Jaheira took a step towards Synora, adding, ?What reasons are there for Amlaruil to send you to accompany us??

?My Queen?s reasons are her own.?

?Kyrian?s well-being is my utmost priority. I do not care for your Queen?s privacy nor of her mistrust of us.? Jaheira pressed on viciously. ?You carry a moonblade and claim it is in honor. What could be possibly honorable about telling half-truths and lies??

Synora?s silver gaze pierced Jaheira like a spear. ?If you have something to say, say it!?

?I demand to know why you are here!?

?Jaheira,? Kyrian said consolingly. ?Enough. Both of you, please. I?m getting a headache just trying to figure out what?s going on.?

The druidess spat a curse at the former spawn. ?You are a fool if you do not see that she is no ally of yours, Kyrian!?

Kyrian folded his arms casually. ?Oh, I?m no fool, Jaheira.?

Synora felt her heart skip a beat.

?How do you mean?? Jaheira asked suspiciously, her brow arched, her hand gripping her scimitar tightly.

?What, you really think I haven?t learned my lesson that past two years? No one is what they seem, Jaheira. For all I know Amlaruil?s sending me on a suicide mission just so she?d be rid of one dangerously powerful elf. Or maybe she?s entrusting to me what no one else can do. Either way, I know Synora?s here for more than she?s telling.? Kyrian glanced at the solemn moonwarrior sitting on the ground. ?Am I right?? he asked softly, an odd note in his voice.

Synora could not bring herself to look at him. It was bad enough she felt his dark gaze probing her, as if he could grasp the answer from her heart and soul without her having to say a word. ?Yes,? she answered quietly, miserable.

?Moonwarrior or no, you lay one hand on Kyrian and I will kill you where you stand!? Jaheira vowed, her fury strong enough to cause even Aerie to flinch.

?Still your blade, Jaheira,? Keldorn cut in, standing protectively in front of Synora. ?You have no right to judge her based on your own suspicious and what she has told us. Kyrian is correct, he has been through much?he would not trust that easily. But I have to wonder why you would cast doubt on the elfwoman?is there more you know that we do not??

?I do not trust her,? Jaheira replied curtly.

?Yes, that much we do know. My question is why? No one else seems to share your suspicions. Or am I wrong?? Keldorn glanced around the camp, looking at each of the companions, urging them to voice any of their own fears about the moonwarrior. Not a one spoke, not a one raised their hand. Satisfied, the paladin turned his gaze back on the half-elven druidess.

?Well, my lady??

Jaheira sniffed. ?I do not have to justify myself to you.?

?No, that?s right, you have to justify yourself to me,? Kyrian said fiercely, his dark glance causing the druidess to take a step back in astonishment. ?Jaheira, I thought I knew you better than that. Either you tell me now or I?m going to have to ask you to leave.?

Aerie let out a small gasp, startled by such a warning. Imoen sent her gaze skyward?just what they needed. Synora remained silent, hidden from sight by Keldorn.

?Kyrian, please,? Jaheira said softly, disturbed by his threat to her.

?I am not going to let your jealousy be the one to destroy this group, Jaheira,? Kyrian said in an even tone.

Jaheira flinched as if slapped. ?So this is the way it is to be then??

Kyrian?s jaw clenched. ?It is. I cannot love you, Jaheira.?

The moment was over. Kyrian turned away from the druidess, keeping his back to her. Imoen shook her head sadly, and Haer?dalis had to whisper into Aerie?s ear reassuringly. Valygar seemed disinterested in the odd tension, keeping watch while the others argued amongst themselves. Keldorn stood unmoving, guarding Synora from Jaheira?s view.

Jaheira released a sad sigh and bowed her head. ?As you will, Kyrian.? She stepped away and slipped into her bedroll, turning her head away from the others, and eventually fell asleep. No one bothered her for the rest of the night.

Keldorn glanced over his shoulder to Synora and said quietly to her, ?I pray, my lady, that I know you better than you present. I would not like to lose you as an ally and friend.?

Synora nodded up at him. ?I know, paladin of Torm. I pray I am wrong as well.?

?Keldorn, you and I will take first watch,? Kyrian said after a moment, regaining command of the group. ?Imoen, you and Aerie take the second. Haer?dalis, you and Valygar take the last one. Synora, a word with you, if I may??

The moonwarrior nodded, handing Aerie back the mug once she finished her tea, and rose. Kyrian gestured for her to follow and she moved in step as he walked up a nearby hill, certain of no eavesdroppers. The moon was nearly full and that gave comfort to Synora. She felt as though Sehahine was watching over her, promising all would go well in the end.

The moonlight brought Kyrian?s features into sharp relief, and she was startled to see how grim he appeared. If the stories Synora were told were true, it was made clear that Kyrian rarely found time to have a good meal. He was slim, thinner than most elves would be, and his angular features were heavily shadowed. Unlike most elves, his eyes were of a dark color, possibly dark brown, and bespoke of having looked into hell more than once and surviving the experience. His hair was black, wild and long, brushing past his shoulders. Tall and lean, he radiated danger. It was clear his soul had never found peace, not even after ridding himself of Bhaal?s essence within him.

Synora wondered at the appearance she was giving. Though nowhere as tall as Kyrian, she presented a formidable appearance?slender, well-toned, silver eyes missing nothing of importance. As always, she had worn her chain mail over her dark blue tunic, her moonblade faithfully at her side. Fitted trousers tucked into well-worn leather boots that held a dagger in each sheath. Her black hair was braided back to prevent any obscuring of her vision. Her travels the last year had left her thinner than usual as well.

After a moment, Kyrian finally spoke, his voice low and thrumming with authority. ?I need you to be honest and tell me everything. I know your instincts say not to, and I don?t blame you. However, I can?t just keep looking over my back, wondering when you decide to deal out elven justice.?

Synora lifted her chin proudly and answered him evenly. ?I have several reasons to accompany you, one my Queen?s, the rest my own.?

?Fine. What are they??

?Amlaruil does not trust you. Nor does she have any reason to. She fears that the taint of Bhaal has left a permanent impression on you. If that is so? I must remove you from being a threat.?

Kyrian nodded, not at all surprised. ?So you?re my judge, jury and executioner.?

?I am.? Synora was proud of herself?her voice betrayed no inner weakness in that moment.

?What makes you the perfect choice??

Synora raised a brow at him. ?My moonblade.?

?Fine. Let it judge me now.?

?It doesn?t work that way?? Before Synora could stop him, astonished at the speed Kyrian had reacted, the former spawn grabbed hold of the moonblade?s hilt and drew the blade.

And stood unscathed.

Synora felt faint. Only one other time in the history of moonblades had an elf?who was not the wielder?touched a moonblade and lived. It was Amlaruil, and she had touched Zaor?s moonblade?the king sword?without harm. That was proof enough for all the elves in Evermeet that Amlaruil was the true Queen of the isle. And now here was Kyrian, holding her moonblade without harm.

?Proof enough for you?? Kyrian asked, his voice soft with awe.

Synora nodded weakly, reaching out a shaking hand to take her moonblade back. She sheathed it, wondering if there were ways to bypass the blade?s magic, and remembered Kyrian was no mage?but a warrior. The moonblade had clearly deemed him worthy of her trust?and the trust of the elves. Until he behaved otherwise, he had her loyalty and faith.

Kyrian cleared his throat. ?Good. What are your other reasons then??

The moonwarrior blinked once and finally recalled what they were originally discussing. ?Kymil Nimesin. I vowed that he would die by my blade for the horrors he committed against the People.?

?A vengeance oath?? She nodded. ?Fine. I won?t stop you. Any others??

?I?m the only one who knows where to go for the most likely information on Kymil and his faction.?

Kyrian smiled wryly. ?No complaints from me then.? He sobered, meeting her gaze head-on. ?I need to know if you?re going to trust me. I need to know that I can trust you to tell me what we need to know to do this.?

Synora nodded once. ?I will, you can, and I shall, when the situation calls for it.?

The former spawn searched her silver eyes, hiding an inward jolt at how beautiful her eyes looked in the moonlight. ?Good.? He offered her his hand, presenting it in a warrior?s grip.

Synora hid an ill-timed amused smile and took it, returning his grip. Then she held out her hand, palm up, an elven gesture of respect. Kyrian blinked, having been told of such a gesture and never dreamed he would receive such an honor. As he laid his hand over Synora?s, he realized how right it felt to return the gesture. After all, though he was raised among humans with little knowledge of his elven heritage, he had an elven soul, and always longed for what he did not know and have.

?Thank you,? he murmured softly.

The moonwarrior looked up at him and smiled faintly. ?You are welcome, Kyrian. Shall we return to the camp before they begin to worry over you??

He chuckled softly and nodded. The others had long since claimed their bedrolls, and Keldorn took up his post for the first watch. The paladin did not look at all surprised when Kyrian returned later than expected?giving truth to his claim that he trusted Synora. When the moonwarrior had claimed her own Reverie, Kyrian took his own post, lost in thought until Imoen and Aerie awoke to take the second watch.

As he settled for the night, Kyrian wondered, just before sleep claimed him, how Amlaruil would react upon learning that a moonblade accepted him, taint and all?.

The next morning, when Haer?dalis and Valygar woke the others, they found Jaheira had somehow left during the night.

To be continued!

((Whew! Finally got around to writing this addition. My apologies if it seems a bit rushed, but I just HAD to write it out!

I hope y'all like it!--Silverose))

?She?s gone??

The companions could bear to meet Kyrian?s extremely angry gaze. They all knew why he was furious?somehow Jaheira escaped their notices during the night and that meant their watch was flawed. More, he had not wanted to chase Jaheira from the group and if they failed to stop her, he would never be able to forgive them so easily.

Only one met Kyrian?s enraged gaze?Synora. She stood calmly, hand on her moonblade. When Kyrian realized the moonwarrior felt no fear or worry about Jaheira?s night disappearance, his eyes narrowed dangerously. She returned his look with a coolly raised brow.

?You seem unconcerned, Synora,? Kyrian snarled.

?I am.?

?Why??

Synora tilted her head slightly. ?Jaheira is a druidess. I have no doubt she must have prayed to her patron god to conceal her passage. Secondly, you have Valygar who can undoubtedly track her down. She could not have gone far. If you want her back, Kyrian, find her.?

That brought him up short. ?You think she?ll be that close-by??

The moonwarrior could not resist a thin smile. ?She wants you to chase her, Kyrian. I would, if I was in love with you like she is.?

?T-that?s right!? Aerie threw in. ?I-if Haer?dalis and I argued like that, I?d want him to find me.?

Haer?dalis smiled gently at Aerie, holding her close. ?I would never distress you like that, my mourning dove.?

Kyrian gave Imoen a questioning look and she shrugged in return. ?They?re right, you know. Jaheira wants you to find her, make amends, and she?ll be back all nice and everythin?.?

?But what about the fact that I??

?What, don?t feel that way?? Imoen shrugged again. ?Talk to her, ?little? brother.?

?We can either wait here or await your arrival a bit farther up the road,? Synora interjected quietly. ?I think it is best for you to talk to Jaheira alone. This matter is between you and her.?

Kyrian sighed and nodded. ?I?ll meet you back here. Valygar, help me find Jaheira.?

The ranger nodded once and set off to find Jaheira?s tracks.

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It took Valygar two hours to track down Jaheira. They had found her in a small gathering of trees, resting against an ancient oak tree, tears freely streaming down her cheeks. Kyrian gestured to Valygar to await him just down a hill and stepped up to the druidess slowly, not wanting to distress her further.

?Jaheira??? He murmured her name, his frustration with the druidess gone. He had never seen her so upset?not even when she found Khalid?s body in Irenicus? dungeon over a year ago. It was startling to behold.

The half-elven woman wiped her tears away and sniffled. ?Go away, Kyrian. I do not want you to see me like this.?

?No? I?m not going anywhere.? Kyrian paused a mere two feet away from her. ?I?m? I?m sorry. I shouldn?t have fought you like that. I know you have your best interest for me at heart. But? I was just tired of fighting with you all the time.?

Jaheira lowered her head, her dark hair falling over her face. He pressed on, taking advantage of her silence.

?I?m worried about you, Jaheira. This? I know this isn?t you. The Jaheira I remember wasn?t even this angry. This? lost. Instead of jumping to help Evermeet, you treated Synora with suspicion for unjustified reasons! Please? I? I don?t know what to do. I don?t know how to help.?

Jaheira glanced at him, hazel eyes wet with tears. ?I miss Khalid??

The former spawn was there in a heartbeat. He took Jaheira into his arms and she sobbed into his shoulder. Kyrian merely stood there, being the rock that he knew Jaheira needed to mourn on. He had feared for her during their travels, wondering when she would break and finally take the time to weep for her dead husband. They had been so busy just trying to survive; very few of them had appropriate time to take a moment to even consider the impact their travels had on their lives.

Kyrian missed Khalid as well. But to Jaheira? he was her life, her world, her heart and soul. Kyrian always had the fanciful notion that Jaheira and Khalid balanced one another, she being the trees and the earth, he being the metal and stone. To suddenly lose Khalid?indirectly just because they knew Kyrian?and not even having the chance to say goodbye must have struck Jaheira powerfully.

Slowly, Jaheira calmed down and Kyrian sat down with her, holding her close as she struggled to find her center after so long. To help her remember the sweeter times with Khalid, Kyrian regaled her with tales of his travels and conversations with her husband. He still remembered that one time Khalid inadvertently saved his life by struggling with his sword, it having somehow become stuck in his scabbard, and when he finally yanked it out, Khalid accidentally stabbed a kobold that had planned to attack from behind. Jaheira?s answering laugh warmed his heart.

Jaheira slowly shared stories of how she and Khalid met; of when Khalid finally found the courage to propose; and when they had met Gorion, Kyrian?s foster father. Time suddenly had no meaning for them as they traded stories, slowly remembering the better, joyful times with Khalid? than the abrupt, painful knowledge of his passing.

When the sky slowly turned into a fiery red, they knew twilight had come. They had lost one day in their travels, but acquired a year?s time of mourning. Jaheira freed herself from Kyrian?s embrace and walked away, her gaze never leaving the burning sky. Kyrian watched her from afar, and he imagined she was associating the death of the day to the loss of Khalid. He caught her whispered words, and knew he was correct.

?Farewell, Khalid? my life, my love, my husband,? she whispered, and cradled the memories of him in her heart.

Slowly, Jaheira turned and faced Kyrian, her eyes revealing her inner calm. ?I must remember that in life? there must always be death. I am not ready to join Khalid, but someday I will. For now, his memories must sustain me. I am ready to join you, Kyrian? as a friend and mentor, if you will have me.?

Kyrian smiled. ?Jaheira, you never left. Not to me. Come on? let?s get back to our friends.?

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?Jaheira, you?re back!? Aerie let out a delighted cry and threw her arms around the druidess, thoroughly disconcerting the Harper as she did so. ?We were so worried. Are you all right? Is everything okay??

Jaheira gently disengaged from the Avariel?s embraced and smiled faintly. ?I am. Thank you, Aerie.?

Keldorn slapped Kyrian on the back, rumbling proudly, ?I knew you could find her, lad. Well done. I suppose we should get some rest and leave early in the morning. How much further to Candlekeep, do you think??

Kyrian thought it over. ?We?ll hit the Friendly Arm Inn tomorrow. After that, it?s just a few hours to Candlekeep.? It hit him then, and he finally realized he?d finally be home. It left him feeling disturbingly depressed. ?I?m finally going home??

?Yeah, just imagine how everyone?ll feel when they see you again, ?little? brother.? Imoen quipped. ?I don?t know about you but it?s going to feel awfully strange when we?re back home after all this time. I doubt they?d recognize us even if we haven?t changed a bit.?

?Yeah, it?ll be? strange.? Home. Without Gorion. After having failed to protect his foster father from his half-brother, Sarevok. After having caused a bloody war down in Saradush, evading agents who wanted his death, surrendering his godly essences, and even having faced an entire city of drow and surviving them as well. It left him wondering just who was he now?.

?Hey!? Imoen smacked his shoulder. ?No dark thoughts, ?little? brother.?

Kyrian gave her a weak smile. ?Trying not to. But that?s my nature.?

Imoen snorted. ?Right, and cows fly over the moon.?

?Oh, they do??

Keldorn chuckled at the bantering between the siblings, and slowly frowned upon seeing Jaheira step up to Synora. He hoped there would be no more battles between the two women. He knew like anyone else in the group that peace among the tentative allies would support them through the coming times.

?Synora??

The moonwarrior looked up, her expression neutral but expectant. ?Yes??

?I wish to apologize.? Jaheira paused, swallowing her pride. ?I had no right to be angry with you. I? I was having difficulty. But I had no right to put my anger upon you. Forgive me.?

Synora rose, meeting Jaheira?s gaze straight on. Then, slowly, she nodded. ?There is nothing to forgive, Jaheira,? she said softly. ?I am glad to see you back.?

The druidess nodded, taking Synora?s words for what they were.

Night fell. Kyrian and Imoen took the first watch as the rest turned in for a few hours sleep. When the former spawn glanced Jaheira?s way, he was relieved to see her sleep more peaceful than it was in the past. With that out of the way, he had no need to worry about the druidess? state of mind any longer. However, he felt a new worry spring to mind, and try as he might, he could not fend it off.

Imoen sensed his tension and nudged him with her elbow. ?Hey, worry-wart, knock it off.?

Kyrian chuckled softly and sighed. ?Do you think we?ll ever be as lucky as Jaheira was, Imoen??

?Huh??

?She loved Khalid so much? it nearly killed her to find him gone like that. I? envy it. But us? being former Bhaal-spawns, do you think it?s possible?? Kyrian reached down to pluck a stick from the ground and twisted it in his hands.

?I don?t know?? Imoen studied him closely. ?What brought this up??

?Just? seeing Jaheira mourn like that? it really got to me. Someday I might want a family, a-a wife? A home. Candlekeep will never be home for me again, Im. With Gorion gone and with all that happened, I couldn?t be happy there. Not anymore. We?ve? we?ve been through so much??

?I know. I could be happy anywhere, really, but until you got yourself settled and that brain of yours finally shuts up, I couldn?t leave you yet.?

?Imoen, I don?t want you to put off your happiness just because of me,? Kyrian said at once.

?Idiot. Seeing you happy is what I want. Then I can be happy.?

Kyrian smiled weakly. ?Maybe.?

Imoen bumped her shoulder against him. ?Stop being such a doomsday guy. We?ve already got that in Haer?dalis.?

?Thanks, Im.?

?For what??

?For being there.?

She rested her cheek on his shoulder and smiled. ?No problem. No problem at all.?

To be continued...

((Moments of introspection, a hint of romance, and even a revelation of sorts have stolen this tale. I hope it's up to standards to my other posts--exhaustion and life stuff have distracted me a bit today.

Hope you enjoy it!--Silverose))

Dawn. The sun rose, bringing a new day with it. It struck gold across the azure sky, a blaze of light. Synora had seen many dawns in her time, but never before had she taken the moment to admire it. When one could live nearly forever, they had all the time in the world to enjoy the simple pleasures. But somehow, this one was special, different.

And it had to do with her moonblade. When Synora went to find something to eat before they left in the morning, she realized something was different, unusual, about the moonblade. A cursory inspection of the runes revealed a new one, and she sat back, stunned. Her hunt forgotten, she spent a goodly portion of her time checking the runes, counting them thoroughly and discovering, yes, somehow? her moonblade had decided to add the newest one.

Out of necessity. She thought it over and nodded slowly to herself. This explained why Kyrian was able to touch her moonblade without harm. The moonblade had decided he too should be able to wield it. In wonder, she touched the rune, the one link between the former spawn and herself.

?Synora??

Synora gasped, the moment shattered. Judging by the position of the sun, she knew she had taken too long wondering over the rune. Clearly the others were worried, so much so that Kyrian came seeking her out. She spotted him wending around the trees, calling her name every so often, attempting to find her.

She sheathed her moonblade hurriedly and stepped out into view. ?Here!?

?Thank the gods, you?re all right,? Kyrian said in relief, approaching her. ?Is everything okay? You?re taking a while.?

?Ah, yes, I was just? distracted.?

Kyrian?s dark eyes searched her, puzzlement in his handsome features. ?Need to talk about it??

Synora knew she had to be blushing blue and ducked her head, avoiding his gaze. ?I?m?I?m fine. Let?s go find something to eat.?

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During their entire trip up to the Friendly Arm Inn, Synora kept herself carefully distant from the others. Her mind continued to reel at the startling revelation of her moonblade?s choice. She spoke when spoken to, followed orders when necessary, and continued to ponder on the reasons her moonblade could have used to accept Kyrian as a possible wielder.

Synora went over the history of her moonblade in her mind. Her grandmother had been a notable warrior-mage of Evermeet, winning the respect of the Runemaster Laeroth and the war wizard Tanyl Evanara. She was an honorable warrior, reputed for great deeds. And so it was for many, if not all, of the moonwarriors who held this blade. The Moonshade wielders committed themselves to honor, to greatness, for the People. With the exception of her grandmother, all the previous wielders died in the line of duty.

The moonwarrior wondered, for a moment, if there was something in Kyrian that the sword deemed worthy and necessary for Synora to have and to know. That despite the taint and darkness of Bhaal had left behind, Kyrian was? noble. Honorable. Carrying the promise of great deeds.

It was entirely possible. The moonblades were given the gift of foresight, to foresee how their possible wielders would be and would become?how else would they know if the wielder was able to carry the moonblades with honor? It gave her much to consider.

Synora snuck a glance at Kyrian, the sun gilding his hair a dark gold, his gaze searching and alert as they headed to the Friendly Arm Inn. He impressed her with how relaxed he seemed, and yet there was an underlying hint of alertness and protectiveness. She recalled something Keldorn had confided to her, and it came to her again, as if the paladin spoke the words to remind her.

?He?ll always jump into trouble, my lady. It?s a part of him, you see. I?ve watched him this past year, ever since that day we met in Athkatla?s sewers, and he?ll never stop. He?ll never rest. Not when there?s a need for him. Aye, he was tainted by Bhaal, but he refused to let it stop him. He?s more than the sum of his parts. He?ll always fight the darkness?because he?s seen it; he?s been a part of it. You?ll never have a better ally than him.?

?A silver for your thoughts,? Jaheira murmured softly to Synora, stepping in time with her.

The moonwarrior glanced at the druidess and shrugged uncomfortably. ?It is hard to know where to begin.?

?Try the beginning.?

Synora chuckled softly. ?There is that, yes. But? I think this is something I must figure out for myself. It?s? unprecedented. And it is much to consider.?

?Well, is it something good then??

She hesitated. ?Do you know? I?m not sure.?

?Very well. I am? willing to listen if you need someone to talk to,? Jaheira offered before returning to the others, leaving Synora to watch her thoughtfully. One thing was clear?the druidess no longer held any harsh emotions towards the moonwarrior. It left Synora to wonder what the initial resentment was all about and decided it was merely an after-effect of her pent-up emotions.

Synora mused over the moonblade some more. All she could figure out was that Kyrian needed to know of her moonblade?s newest power for it was his to share as well. And what that could imply?.

Before she knew it, they had arrived at the Friendly Arm Inn. The inn was sprawled out before her, additional floors and rooms were built-in in any and each way. The twilight sun blinded Synora for a moment as she looked the place over, and as she blinked rapidly to rid herself of the spots in her vision, her gaze fell upon Kyrian. The expression on his face left her blinking some more.

He looked? sad. Mournful. All at once he seemed as young as he was, a lost little boy who found himself thrown into the world of perilous fears and dangers. A world that had no mercy on the weak and helpless. Those who could fend for themselves did, and were unable to save those weaker than themselves?for such an act meant certain death. It shaped Kyrian, but as she looked at him at that moment, it did not break him. It could not.

She saw Imoen step up to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. Imoen murmured to him softly and he nodded in return, entering the inn.

Synora followed closely behind, her mind spinning.

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Kyrian wasn?t sure how long he and the others had been sitting at the table, but the staff of the Inn was giving him a fairly clear indication. Tables had been wiped down, chairs turned up, the fire in the hearth burning down to a kindling. The innkeeper seemed prepared to approach them and beg them to retire for the evening, but he hesitated, perhaps on grounds that Jaheira was a Harper and that Kyrian was a famous person in the area.

The others had reminiscence over mugs of ale (wine for Synora and water for Aerie), bringing up tales of their previous adventures and sharing amusing moments that had sustained them this long. Jaheira spoke when there was need for her point of view, but otherwise remained silent. Synora oddly chose not to pry her questions at his companions when he thought this would have been the perfect time to learn more about Kyrian and his companions.

Keldorn groaned, breaking Kyrian?s pensive thoughts. ?I?m getting too old for this.?

?Psah! You, old?? Imoen teased. ?Yeah, sure, you got lines and gray hair, but I think it makes you look disarmingly handsome.?

?Imoen!? Keldorn scolded her, a rumbling chuckle coming from him.

Imoen grinned, tossing her hair back. ?Well, he?s got one point though. It is getting late. I?m off to bed in that nice, fluffy mattress. Wake me in a year.?

Kyrian managed a faint smile and watched Imoen bounce off.

?I think I?ll join her?in a separate room,? Keldorn added hastily at Kyrian?s arched brow. The paladin patted the former spawn?s shoulder and slowly walked up the stairs, groaning with age.

?G-good night, Kyrian,? Aerie said softly, sensing the fog of heavy thought around him. She and Haer?dalis went up quietly, nestled close and warmly.

?I shall retire as well,? Jaheira said quietly, rising. She nodded to the remaining people and departed silently.

Valygar said nothing, merely leaving in silence to take his own rest.

Kyrian groaned. ?I should get some rest too. Though with my luck I?ll be doomed to nightmares.?

?Wait.?

Kyrian blinked. He hadn?t heard Synora talk much nearly all day, it startled him to hear her voice now. The soft tones, the manner in which they were spoken, made him pause. He sat back down and peered at the moonwarrior. She sat in the shadows, her eyes the only visible light in the dark corner. Absurdly, he mused what it would be like to drown in her silver eyes.

?I? I have something I need to show you,? Synora said softly, avoiding his gaze.

?All right??

Synora rose from her chair and unbuckled her sword belt. She laid it over the table, careful of the remaining mugs and glasses. With hesitation, she drew her moonblade and held it length-wise to Kyrian. ?Look at the runes. How many do you see??

Kyrian raised his brows at Synora and counted the runes softly under his breath. ?I see seven.?

?Just a few days ago, there were six. I had not yet added my power to the blade. And yet, here I stand with seven.?

?I? don?t understand.?

?Neither do I. I know the moonblade?s purpose is first and foremost to protect the elven people. I have never heard of a moonblade deciding to share itself between two people.?

Kyrian glanced up at her, puzzled. ?What, exactly, are you saying??

?My moonblade has chosen you, Kyrian, to be the second wielder? that is how you were able to draw the blade and live,? Synora said softly.

The former spawn slowly rose from his seat, and gazed down into her eyes of molten silver. He stood so close that he could take in her scent, that unusual mixture of flower and magic. The heat of her body could be felt, and he imagined he could sense her muscles tensing at his closeness. She was beautiful, more so in that moment.

?I?m honored,? he murmured softly. ?Thank you.?

?It?it?it wasn?t my choice??

?Does it bother you??

Synora tilted her head back slightly to meet his gaze evenly. She was so close now, all he had to do was bend down and take her. ?No? it doesn?t,? she whispered.

Kyrian wanted to kiss her in that moment. However, the moment he began to lean into her, she quickly sheathed her blade and turned away, weapon belt in hand. It startled him, her refusal. He stood there, staring after her like a fool.

Synora paused at the foot of the stairs and glanced over at him. ?Good night, Kyrian.? And disappeared up the steps, leaving him standing there, thoroughly confused.

He knew he would not get any sleep that night. The moonwarrior would haunt his sweetest dreams? and his ghosts would haunt his darkest nightmares.

To be continued...

((Whew! This is a fairly long one, at least for me, and I hope I did the tale justice! Hope you all like how I wrote the Candlekeep bit!

Enjoy!--Silverose))

Candlekeep. Home. To return without Gorion felt as though Kyrian was walking through a phantom realm. Everything looked the same, the people, the animals, the buildings, everything?and yet, it felt infinitely different. It felt alien to him, the lively bustle of Candlekeep.

Kyrian remembered the times when he and Imoen would set tricks on unsuspecting monks, tease the stable boys and herders, and otherwise cause great trouble all around. The citizens of Candlekeep usually let it go since there was no harm done, and they found pleasure in Kyrian and Imoen?s joy. The two were close, inseparable, so much so that many speculated if the pair would eventually become lovers when they grew older.

Gorion encouraged the friendship between Kyrian and Imoen, and only much later did the former spawn understand his foster father?s reason. But he was glad. Imoen was the only source of light in Kyrian?s world after Gorion was killed in front of him. And though Imoen suffered greatly because of her association with Kyrian, she never allowed it to hold her down.

As Kyrian glanced up the stonewalls of Candlekeep, he felt a swift pang in his heart. Never again would he see Gorion?s disapproving frown when he snuck in late at night. Never again would Gorion scold him for failing to pay attention to his lessons. Never again?.

?Im, I can?t do it,? he whispered, frozen on his path.

Synora glanced behind her, her brows furrowed. ?Is everything all right??

Imoen waved her hand at the moonwarrior. ?Give us a moment.?

The moonwarrior?s expression wrinkled in concern then she nodded once. She stood to the side with the rest of Kyrian?s companions. She noted worry in their expressions and wondered, briefly, if Kyrian realized just how much his friends care about him. If he knew how easily he won their loyalty?and her own. He was a natural leader, she knew this now, and pondered if this was the reason her moonblade also chose him.

Imoen slipped her arm around Kyrian?s shoulder, hugging him close. ?What is it, ?little? brother??

?I can?t. I haven?t walked in Candlekeep since?since??

?Hey, we don?t have to stay, you know. We can find this portal Synora says is here and we can go. It shouldn?t take long,? Imoen added quietly.

?Im, am I a coward??

?Pssh. You?re no coward. You faced a dragon, a lich, and countless other foes. You?re not a coward, Kyrian.? Imoen nudged him. ?But? I think you should stay, walk around. You told me Jaheira finally had a chance to mourn Khalid properly. But? have you had a chance to cry over Gorion since we left two years ago??

Kyrian bowed his head, his only answer.

?I didn?t think so. Come on, ?little? brother. Time to say good bye.?

The former spawn took in a deep breath, and nodded. He forced himself to take that first step?the hardest one he had ever to make in his whole life. To take the step of a grown adult, matured by darkness and death, and to leave the remnants of his childhood behind. He had to face the reality that Gorion was dead, slain by his half-brother Sarevok, killed because he dared to shelter Kyrian from his fate.

Every step Kyrian took continued to be the hardest he had to make, each one slogging as though he fought a powerful current in the river of his life.

The events that happened once he stepped in Candlekeep became a blur. He recalled meeting old friends and companions from his childhood, many of them asking what happened since he and Gorion left two years ago, and the monks greeting Kyrian with a solemn air. Imoen played storyteller, allowing Kyrian to merely stand there and throw in a comment or two when necessary.

Eventually, Synora finally got her chance to speak to one of the monks, requesting access to the portal Khelben Arunsun had established in the libraries leading to Waterdeep. At first the monk was reluctant to reveal the information to an unknown elfwoman, but when she handed him a rolled up parchment, a letter of declaration from Amlaruil of Evermeet, the monk immediately changed his attitude. He bowed to her and promised that when she and the others were ready, he would show her the way.

Synora sought out Kyrian, knowing he vanished sometime during midday once the crowd of his Candlekeep companions had slowed to a trickle. She wondered what ailed the former spawn, hoping he would be able to shake off whatever darkness haunted him this time.

The moonwarrior tried not to recall the events from the night before when she and Kyrian became so close as to feel their breaths on each other?s skin. She had sensed his desire for her, and barely found the strength in her to ward him off. It was one thing to become a friend, a trusted ally, and it was another to become lover.

What frightened her the most was the fact that she shared the same desire for him. Every time she saw him smile to Imoen, share a chuckle with Keldorn, or even brooded in silence with Valygar, Synora felt her breath caught in her throat. How had this happen, she had no clue, and she worried if this would create obstacles later in their travels.

After a few questions to passerbies, Synora eventually learned that Kyrian was in his usual hiding place?the rooftop of the library. She wended her way around, occasionally forced to backtrack once she lost her direction, and at last found him perched on the edge of the roof, his knees drawn up to his chest, his expression dark and brooding.

?Kyrian?? she called out to him, cautiously stepping out to see him.

He did not stir, but she sensed his attention upon her.

Precariously the moonwarrior stepped closer, her heart pounding her chest at the sight of the ground far, far below them. ?Are you well??

?I wouldn?t step there if I were you,? Kyrian said quietly, eyeing her from the corner of his eyes. ?The stone?s loose. You?d fall.?

Synora hesitated and went around the loose stone, moving closer. ?Thank you.?

?No problem.?

Once she finally arrived next to him, Synora carefully sat near him on the edge of the roof, and sighed softly as she settled. The view was beautiful, revealing the sapphire ocean across the horizon. The breeze from the seaside cooled her skin, tousled her black hair, and smelled of salt. She realized how much she missed the ocean, and the view from Evermeet?s shore. So much depended on her success in this venture, so much so she daren?t allow herself to forget the purpose of this trip. No matter how much she wanted to change course.

?It?s beautiful up here,? she remarked quietly to her companion.

Kyrian merely grunted.

Silver eyes glanced at him. ?Kyrian??

?I used to come up here to escape everyone. I?d just sit here for hours, wondering why my life was so much different than the tales in the books I had read. Who were my parents? Did they abandon me? Why did I have such dark dreams? Why did I have dark impulses? Why did Gorion shelter me so much? My questions were endless? and the answers were never forthcoming.

?I hated it. I hated it here. I hated not being able to travel whenever I liked. I hated being under the constant watch of the monks. I wanted my freedom so badly I could taste it. And then, one day, Gorion comes up to me and tells me I have to prepare to leave in the middle of the night. Just like that. He wouldn?t say why, just that it was necessary for me.

?Only Imoen knew what was going on, the little scamp. She snuck into Gorion?s room one night and found a letter from a mysterious person called E. Said that something dangerous was happening and that I had to leave. That was it. But I didn?t care, not really. I was finally free, free to adventure as I liked or so I thought. That changed, however?

?Sarevok somehow knew we were escaping under the cloak of darkness. He?he?? Kyrian choked and glanced away, the memory suddenly powerful.

?Kyrian, run!?

?No, I?m not leaving you!? The youth gasped, panic and fear shaking his lean limbs. The heavily armored man before him cackled, lifting an impossibly huge two-handed sword, preparing to cut Gorion down where he stood.

?I said run!? Gorion shoved the young man, conjuring up a spell that would protect the young man for a time.

Kyrian fled. But the urge to look back was too great. He paused, turning to look over his shoulder just as the sky flashed brightly, lightning crackling across the sky. The powerful boom of the thunder coincided with the strike that brought Gorion down.

?Noooooo!? Kyrian cried out, the pain a physical blow. He watched his foster father, the only family he knew, crumble like a puppet whose strings were suddenly cut.

Synora gently laid a hand on Kyrian?s shoulder. ?I?m sorry. I cannot imagine what it would be like to lose a family like you have.?

Kyrian bowed his head, his long hair hiding the tear that fell down his cheek.

?I do not know what I can say that would change this, but? my people do not mourn the passing of those who have left us. At least, we try not to. We know someday we will reunite with them in the life beyond. Perhaps you should try to remember this and know someday you can see Gorion again.?

?I was responsible for his death,? he whispered. ?Because of what I was, so many died. Ghosts haunt my path.?

?Ghosts haunt everyone, Kyrian,? she murmured softly. ?Amlaruil will be forever haunted by the loss of Zaor and her children. But she remains, knowing so many depend on her. You are responsible for the people in your life, Kyrian. Keldorn cannot return to his family until he has seen to it that you are safe. Jaheira lost her husband, but she remains, her oath and promise to Gorion an important one. Aerie stays because you have saved her life and now it is her turn to save yours. So many? so many who want to see you happy.?

?Imoen said something like that the other night,? he said in mild surprise.

?Then she is wiser than I thought.? Synora smiled faintly. ?Ghosts only have power over you if you let them. You have corrected many wrongs, if the tales I have been told are true, and should not allow the ghosts to hold you down.?

?Easier said than done.?

?Of course. But stop to think on this: Do you think the lives of those you saved would be better if you were never born??

Kyrian blinked at her. ?W-what??

?How many would have suffered if Sarevok was not stopped by you? What if one of the Bhaal-spawns was the one who gathered Bhaal?s power into them and ruled? All because you never existed to stop them. Consider that for a moment,? Synora continued quietly. ?Because of you, so much good was done. Yes, there was loss and suffering, but on the whole, I would have to say the scales are tipped towards the better.?

?I? never had to think of it that way.?

Synora nodded slowly. ?Yes, Gorion died to save you, Kyrian. As have Khalid and so many of your companions, but they all knew what they were getting into, I have no doubt of that. They chose to protect you because you mean so much to them. Do not let their deaths darken your life?or their sacrifice was for nothing.?

Kyrian felt his jaw drop. Unable to think of anything to say, he merely stared at Synora. The moonwarrior felt she had said her piece and rose to return back inside the library when she heard Kyrian speak to her once more.

?Synora.?

The moonwarrior paused, her head slightly turned to listen.

?Thank you.?

Synora turned to give him a smile over her shoulder. ?You are very welcome, Kyrian.?

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?Kyrian, are you ready to go?? Synora had sought him out again the next morning. The companions had chosen to stay in Candlekeep for a night before continuing on their travels to Waterdeep. She had agreed it would be best to face Waterdeep after a good night?s sleep and found the monks accommodating to their wishes.

The next morning she had woken the others early only to discover that Kyrian was not in his room. She worried that perhaps he had succumbed to his darkness as he did the other day and chose to seek him out. This time the monks had said they saw him heading towards the shore and she quickly sought Kyrian out.

She found him standing ankle-deep in the Sea of Swords? water, unmoving save for the ocean breeze that caressed his dark hair. The moonwarrior approached him slowly, praying that he was well.

That was when he glanced at her and gave her a heart-breakingly sad smile. ?I was just saying good bye.?

She returned his smile slightly and asked curiously, ?What do you think the response is??

?Oh, I don?t know. Maybe? ?good bye, my son?.?

?I like that one.?

Kyrian nodded. ?Me too. I miss him. I wish I had a chance to tell him how much he meant to me. Gorion was the only father I ever knew. And he was a good one, too. He tried to protect me? I can?t find anything wrong with that.?

?Nor I.? Synora laid a hand on his shoulder gently. ?We should get going.?

?Yeah.? Kyrian glanced over the horizon, his heart wrenching as he felt the pain of grief slip away. He wanted to hold onto it, but knew it was best to let Gorion go. He took in a deep breath and nodded once. Time to see if Gorion?s sacrifice was for the best. People needed him? he would not shirk them now.

?Let?s go.? Kyrian turned and headed back inside Candlekeep, Synora step behind him.

Time to see if Waterdeep would provide the answers they sought.

((End of Chapter Two. Chapter Three will cover Waterdeep. ))

((Drama abound! Whee! I was in such a writing mood I just had to add a new post!

Let's see what you all think about it. Enjoy!--Silverose))

Waterdeep. City of Splendors. Home of Khelben Arunsun and his lady, Laeral. It also housed many, numerous dealings both above and under the table. It was one of the biggest cities for trade and home of the underground black market known as Skullport. One could find practically anything in Waterdeep, and it prided itself in carrying the ordinary and the unusual.

When Synora felt solid ground underneath her feet, her first impression of Waterdeep was chaos. She and the others had found themselves in Jester?s Square, and it was terrifically busy with people coming to and from their business. Nary a person noted their arrival, which she counted in their favor. She just wished Khelben had chosen a better location for his portal.

?So, which way?? Kyrian asked once he rallied himself. He was astonished at how huge Waterdeep was. He never imagined any city could be this big and he thought Athkatla was huge. He had heard stories about the ?barbaric North? but this was not what he imagined!

?You?re asking me?? Synora said dryly. ?This is my first time in Waterdeep as well.?

?Then let?s ask, geez,? Imoen said, shoving past the moonwarrior. She caught a passerby and quickly asked where Blackstaff Tower was. The man gave her an odd look, but eventually gave in, giving her a general direction.

?That was weird,? Imoen remarked, returning to the companions.

?What was?? Kyrian said absently, still overwhelmed by the busy streets of Waterdeep.

?That man gave me a look as if I were nuts.?

?Perhaps because you are?? Kyrian hazard and won a punch in the arm for the jest.

?He said Blackstaff Tower is in the Castle Ward that-a-way,? Imoen said, nearly poking Kyrian?s eye out as she pointed the way with her finger.

Synora glanced around at the companions and raised her eyebrows. ?We?re hardly inconspicuous. Perhaps we should split up and meet later??

Kyrian nodded. ?We?ll find an inn on the way to the Tower then.?

They certainly had no difficulty spotting the Tower once they had entered the Castle Ward. It was tall, soaring dark granite, with no visible windows on the lower levels of the tower. It certainly was imposing, and clearly perfect for Khelben?s stature. It did not escape Kyrian?s notice that many gave the Tower wary looks and avoided passing by too close.

?Do we split up or what?? Imoen demanded.

Kyrian glanced at Synora, raising a brow in query. The moonwarrior considered it for a moment. However, before she could even reply, a blonde-haired man collided into Synora as he exited the Tower walls. Taken by sheer surprise, Synora tumbled, and the man came down with her with a blurted curse of astonishment.

?Blessed Mystra, I?m terribly sorry,? the man said, offering a hand to help the moonwarrior back to her feet. ?I didn?t expect anyone to be standing right there.?

?No, that?s all right,? Synora managed, giving him a curious look. ?You? wouldn?t happen to be Danilo Thann, Khelben?s nephew??

The man stared at her, startled. ?Do I know you? Admittedly, I?ve met many beautiful elven women in my time, but I would most certainly remember someone like you!?

?Ah, no,? Synora said with a hint of chill in her voice.

?No? Well, that could be easily amended. At least, once upon a time it would be, but you are as perceptive as you are beautiful. I am Danilo Thann. Whom do I have the honor to meet?? he asked with a disarming smile.

Synora stifled a sigh. ?Lamruil was correct about you.?

Danilo blinked. ?You know Lamruil??

?I do. I am Synora Moonshade, a friend of the royal family of Evermeet. I came seeking Khelben Arunsun.?

?Well met indeed!? Danilo?s gaze swept across the companions and his smile faltered upon spotting Kyrian. ?Oh dear gods. You? you?re Kyrian of Candlekeep, aren?t you??

?What if I am?? Kyrian?s hand strayed to his sword, prepared to defend himself.

Danilo let out a low whistle. ?Merciful Mystra, I?m just overflowing of famous people today, aren?t I??

?Kyrian, perhaps it is best we moved this elsewhere,? Jaheira murmured in a low voice. ?We are attracting attention.?

?I?m just being rude today, aren?t I?? Danilo shook his head. ?Come, come. We?ll go inside my uncle?s Tower.?

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?How did you learn of Kymil?s escape?? Khelben asked, leaning back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Synora.

Once Danilo made the introductions, Synora jumped into a brief but precise explanation about why she was in Waterdeep. She carefully avoided mentioning Kyrian and his companions except to say that they were helping her in her venture. She suspected Khelben knew she wasn?t telling the whole truth, and once they were settled with drinks, he posed the question to her.

Synora raised a brow at Khelben, impressed. ?Lamruil.?

?The prince? And how did he know?? Khelben pressed on.

The moonwarrior avoided looking at Danilo, the source of the elven prince?s information with Harper business. She merely shrugged in reply.

?I see. And Amlaruil sent you on this quest to find Kymil and act as his judge, jury, and executioner, is that it??

Synora frowned. ?Kymil is elven business. You would do well to remember that, Khelben Arunsun.?

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Danilo lift a hand and smack his forehead. Synora did not care. Khelben?and by extension, the Harpers?have meddled in business where they had no right. Evermeet had enough problems as it was without the Harpers sticking a finger in it. Kymil had been responsible for the death of Zaor, Amnestria, and led a faction of extremist gold elves who wanted to depose of the royal family and re-establish the gold elf council. It fell to the elves to judge him, not the Harpers.

?You?re presumptuous, even for an elf,? Khelben said, scowling at her.

?The Southerners are right?Harpers are meddlers.? Synora rose. ?I came because I need assistance in tracking down the faction, but I see I?ll have to do it on my own. Where is Elf-friend Laeral? I wish to see her before I resume my mission.?

?Laeral is currently visiting her sister in Silverymoon,? Khelben replied coldly. ?Dan, escort them out.?

?I?m really sorry,? Danilo said to Synora quietly as he led her and the others out. ?He?s been having problems with Piegeiron and the other Lords of Waterdeep. So he?s been under a lot of stress.?

?Right, and we elves haven?t been,? Synora snapped. ?Kymil Nimesin is mine, Danilo Thann. I seek him and all those who help him. I will not permit Evermeet to face this kind of danger?already we have been through too much. We deserve a little peace and if I must alienate every human from here to Thay, I will!?

Danilo raised his hands in surrender. ?You?re right, I apologize. I am grateful you didn?t tell my uncle that I was the one who sent word to Lamruil about Kymil?s escape. Were there any ideas about how he did? I know the Harpers are at a loss to figure out how he did it.?

Synora?s face grew drawn. ?My answer would not? That is to say? you would not like the answer.?

?Still, I would like to know. I may be human, but I would like to think that should not change the fact that I love all things elven.? In this, Danilo was sincere. His ladylove, Arilyn Moonblade, was the daughter of Princess Amnestria and the human ranger Bran Skorlsun, and a great asset to the People. Despite the fact that Arilyn was half-elven, her loyalties clearly rested with Evermeet, even if she would never be publicly accepted by the elves.

The moonwarrior studied Danilo?s face and saw only sincerity. After a moment?s hesitation, she reluctantly gave in. ?We? have suspicion to believe that Lloth and Malar are the ones who freed Kymil.?

Danilo stared at her. ?You?re not jesting, are you??

?No, I am not. Sages have said Lloth and Malar had worked together in the past. It stands to believe that they would do so again. And who better than Kymil Nimesin to help them destroy Corellon Larethian?s children??

Danilo ran his hand through his golden hair and sighed. ?I see.?

The moonwarrior looked at Danilo and tilted her head. ?Where is Arilyn? I was hoping that with her help and yours, I could perhaps track down some of Kymil?s allies.?

?Um?? The man shifted uncomfortably.

Synora?s eyes narrowed.

?She?s in Tethir.?

The moonwarrior released an elvish curse. ?Very well, tell me where I can find Elaith Craulnober. Surely he would have some information!?

Danilo politely expressed disbelief. ?Elaith??

?I?m fully aware of your relationship with him, Danilo,? Synora said curtly. ?I also know that he has access to information that I would not able to get in time. Either you lead me to him, Danilo Thann, or get out of my way.?

Amazingly, he chose to stand in front of her, denying her passage.

?I?m beginning to see why Arilyn describes you as constantly exasperating!?

Kyrian placed a hand on Synora?s shoulder. ?Synora, it?s getting late. Couldn?t we do this tomorrow??

She knew he was correct; she also found herself extremely angry at the former spawn and Danilo. She shoved past Danilo who was unwilling to go at arms with her; he suspected she could very easily defeat him. Kyrian, on the other hand, refused to let her go in that state of mind. He grabbed her arm, and she tried to wrench her arm free without success.

?Let me go, Kyrian!? She swung her other arm, her fist connecting with his face. Kyrian?s head snapped back and his grip on her arm only tightened. The former spawn rubbed his jaw with his other hand, his expression dark.

?I can?t let you go.?

Synora swore violently. Aerie covered her mouth in sheer shock, unable to comprehend anyone who would use the precious elven language in such a manner. Jaheira listened to the stringing curses with disinterest. The rest merely stood there, worrisome.

?Synora, listen!? Kyrian grabbed her, his face mere inches away from her own. ?Whether you go today or tomorrow won?t make a difference!?

?Yes, it will! I have to find Kymil and stop him!?

The moonwarrior swung her fist again, but this time Kyrian was expecting it. He caught her hand, twisted her arm, and restrained her against him. In any other moment, he would have found that moment incredibly erotic, however he was more concern for her well-being than he was about his own stirring emotions.

?Listen to me, Synora,? he murmured in her ear. ?You?re not going to serve Evermeet well if you go off half-insane with vengeance. I know you want Kymil Nimesin dead and I can understand that sentiment. But I can?t let you go like this. You need to be in clear control of your thoughts and emotions or something will fail.?

Clearly unwilling to listen, Synora thrust her elbow into Kyrian?s stomach, and he bent over double, forced to release her as he gasped for breath. Desperately he tried to grab Synora, but before she could get away, Aerie pointed at the moonwarrior and spoke the words of a spell, freezing her in place. The Avariel stepped up to the angry moonwarrior and shook her head sadly.

?I?m sorry, but I can?t let you go. K-Kyrian?s right.?

?T-thank you, Aerie.? Kyrian coughed, rubbing his stomach. ?Don?t suppose you could put a sleep spell on her??

?Unfortunately elves are highly resistant to sleep spells,? Danilo put in, scratching his jaw.

?Oh? right.? Kyrian glanced at the man. ?Suggestions??

?Come on, you and your friends can stay at one of my villas.?

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Kyrian had waited until everyone had settled in the villa Danilo offered them before even daring to face the enraged moonwarrior. He had decided to lock Synora in a windowless room and Danilo bespelled the door so that it would be doubly difficult for the moonwarrior to break it down. He could only imagine how angry she would be once Aerie?s spell wore off.

The former spawn took in a deep breath and knocked on the door hesitantly. He?d rather face a mountain full of dragons stark naked than to see betrayal etched in Synora?s beautiful face. He waited and heard nothing. Worried about Synora, he forced himself to enter the room.

He found her curled up on the room?s sole bed. The moment her gaze fell upon him, she twisted around on the bed, putting her back to him. He sighed and shut the door behind him, entering the room.

?You?re not going to talk to me, are you??

Absolute silence from her.

?All right, you can listen. I couldn?t let you go after Kymil like that. You were letting your emotions blind you. And you don?t even know if he?s here!?

Synora merely shifted on the bed.

?I understand your wanting vengeance. I had wanted vengeance when Gorion was taken from me, but I didn?t let it take control of me. You can?t let it do that to you now.?

The moonwarrior slowly sat up, her head turning to pierce him with her gaze. ?You know nothing of what I?m going through.?

?Then enlighten me!? he exclaimed.

?You wouldn?t understand,? she whispered softly.

?Why? Because I wasn?t born and raised on Evermeet? Sorry, I can?t believe that. A person isn?t judged by where they?re born and on their background. I think growing up around humans gave me a unique perspective on the world and I know damn well that a person should be judged on an individual basis and on their merits. Not my lineage. Try again.?

Synora stayed silent for a moment. ?Do you know how Zaor died??

Kyrian shook his head.

?It was nearly half a century ago. Amnestria came to Evermeet with her new love and a gold elf assassin followed her through the portal she inadvertently created. I was a long-time friend of Amnestria and disapproved of her relationship. Not because he was a human, but because of the danger of bringing him to the island.

?You see? I was one of the guards on duty that day. It was a temporary position and I felt honored by it. Amlaruil was pleased with the work I had done so far for Evermeet and offered me the great honor of being a personal guard.

?Zaor was in the garden maze that evening. He had long since left Evermeet?s rule to Amlaruil and enjoyed tending the plants. Unbeknownst to Amnestria, she had left a clear trail into the heart of the maze? and to Zaor. I had allowed myself to be distracted by Amnestria and her lover, and in turn? failed to protect Zaor.

?You see? I can?t help but carry the guilt. Kymil succeeded because I failed. This is my burden. Mine alone.?

?As I said when you told me you took a vengeance oath, I understand. But I can?t let you go off, angry,? Kyrian murmured softly to her. ?That?d be exactly what Kymil wants. He could use it. Exploit it. And what kind of service is that to Evermeet??

Synora rested her head in her hands, propped up by her elbows. ?I can?t help but feel an urgency. If Lloth is involved as I suspect? Kymil might succeed in destroying Evermeet.?

Even if Candlekeep was like home to him, Kyrian had to admit he did not feel the same fervor for the city as Synora felt for Evermeet. It bordered on fanaticism, her loyalty. ?Does Evermeet truly mean that much to you??

?Yes,? Synora said softly, looking up at him. ?It is a piece of Arvandor, a bridge between the gods and Aber-toril. It is the very last refuge for us on this world. If it falls? we are not safe anywhere.

?If you saw Evermeet, you would know you had long last found a home. It is beautiful and wild, filled with green trees and jagged mountains. It is peaceful there?. It is home. You could befriend centaurs and unicorns on the land and frolic with selkies in the waters. You could hunt in the wild forests and take a swim in the rivers. You would want for nothing on Evermeet. I have traveled far and wide over Faerun and have yet to see a place as beautiful as my homeland.?

?It does sound beautiful,? Kyrian said quietly.

Synora sighed softly. ?I cannot allow Evermeet to fall. I cannot??

Kyrian slipped an arm around her, and for once Synora did not resist. She was weary, heart and soul. For half a century she struggled with her burden of protecting Evermeet while consciously aware of the fact that Zaor?s death was partly her fault. Amlaruil never said anything, never accusing the moonwarrior of failing in her duty, but Synora felt it just the same.

The past year spent in and near Myth Drannor also exhausted her. Without a chance to cleanse her soul in Evermeet?s beauty and regain her spent energy. Amlaruil had never asked so much of Synora before and she felt obligated?out of guilt and loyalty?to obey her Queen?s command.

In a way, she was surprised she had not given into her frustration days ago. The two-day?s rest she had managed to get during their trip here had not been enough. And the tension between her and Jaheira, and now between herself and Kyrian served only to exhaust her further. She was weary, and in desperate need of time. Time she did not have. Time she dare not take.

?What can I do?? Kyrian asked softly, murmuring into her ear.

?Just help me find Kymil??

Kyrian bowed his head. The answer had? disappointed him.

?I need to do this, Kyrian. I need the end of it.?

The former spawn nodded slowly. ?I?ll try. I?ll do all I can to help you then.?

He finally understood what drove her. Personal conflicts meant nothing to her as long as she had this failure looming before her. He imagined Synora had been a fine warrior, probably never losing a battle she couldn?t come back to and win in the end. To have Kymil continually evade her grasp and allying himself with dark gods meant that the success of this hunt had a high price.

Kyrian?s new duty was to see to it that Synora not pay this price. Granted he had chased after his vengeance, but it meant well for the people in Baldur?s Gate. His vengeance had served many, not just himself. He could not see how removing Kymil from the world would do much good?other than assure the elves that at least one threat was gone.

He cared too much about Synora to lose her to revenge. A terrible elf Kymil might be? Synora was a far better preference to a mass murderer. In Kyrian?s personal opinion, Kymil could rot in the abyss for all he cared. Let Lloth have Kymil once he?s dead?but he?d be damned if he?d let Synora fall to Lloth. Or any dark god for that matter.

?Get some rest,? he whispered to her. ?Tomorrow, we seek out Elaith and anyone else who could answer our questions.?

Synora nodded weakly, already spreading out on the bed in hopes of reaching a peaceful reverie. Kyrian squeezed her hand gently and rose from his seat on the bed. As he approached the door, he glanced over to her once again. The moonwarrior did not look over at him, but he sensed her attention on him. He wanted to stay, to hold her in his arms and soothe her fears away. But in the end, it would all be fake. By dawn, the fears would return.

Kyrian?ll have to find a productive way of erasing her fears. And the first step was to track down Kymil Nimesin, the gold elf traitor.

To be continued...

((One note: etriel means female elf of either nobility or honor or both.

And this was perhaps a tad rushed, but in my mind it makes a lot of sense. Here's hoping it will for you all as well.

Enjoy!--Silverose))

Synora awoke with a distinct feeling of uneasiness. Her limbs ached as though she spent the night of reverie in discomfort, twisting about the bed. A brief check of the bed agreed with her thoughts?the bed sheets were a terrific mess, tangling around her legs. With a sigh, she freed herself with care and rose to her feet tiredly.

Taking a glance in the room?s sole mirror, the moonwarrior found she barely recognized herself. Her black hair fell about her shoulders in disarray, and shadows of exhaustion formed under her silver eyes. Even her skin was paler than normal. Thoroughly worried by her appearance, Synora began to wonder if there was truth to Kyrian?s words about obsessing over her vengeance.

?Sehahine,? Synora murmured, going down to her knees, bending in prayer. ?Help me.?

The moonwarrior felt unworthy to wield the moonblade now. She feared if she drew the blade, it would slay her. Every time she drew it, it judged her worth. How was vengeance, especially this obsessive, of any worth, of any honor? Yes, Kymil deserved death, of that she had no doubt. His crimes against Evermeet deserved no less. But she was the only not the only one who suffered Kymil?s treason.

Certainly Amlaruil would argue that she suffered more than Synora. And Lamruil, who lost father and sister to Kymil, most likely felt the same.

Synora knew that she had to end her guilt. Yes, it was terrible that Zaor died while she was on duty. But Amlaruil never held it against her, never punished Synora for her failure. So why would she punish herself? The ultimate judgment was in the moonblade and it too never held her lax against her.

How strange that Kyrian, many years younger than her, saw wisdom where she did not. Certainly Kyrian lived a lifetime squeezed into a mere two years. He suffered betrayals, traitors, torture, hatred and countless others and remained himself, only wiser. Despite the loss of his innocence, he refused to let it bring him down. Kyrian struggled daily, and continued to be victorious.

It humbled her. Shamed her. Forced her to let go of the guilt. Yes, she?ll still desire Kymil?s capture and judgment, but this time she?d do it for the people, rather than herself.

With renew determination, Synora rose, standing proudly. Without hesitation, she reached for her moonblade and drew it. All she felt was the renewal of the bond between herself and the blade. It accepted her, and that soothed her trouble spirit as nothing else would. Content with that answer, she sheathed her blade and readied to meet up with Kyrian and the others.

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?Where would Elaith be, do you know?? Synora asked Danilo as he treated the companions to a delicious breakfast. After the meal was over, Synora had decided to breach the subject, preferring to keep to light conversation through the fest.

The man considered for a moment before answering. ?Most likely at his inn, the Hidden Blade down in the Dock Ward. It probably isn?t open yet but Elaith tends to go over his books in the morning. He?s a philanthropic businessman, the elf. Annoys my family to no end,? he added with a grin.

Synora graced Danilo with a faint smile. ?Would he see us, do you think??

?Elaith might have a lot of faults, but turning away an agent of Evermeet isn?t one of them. He?ll see you.?

She nodded and turned to Kyrian. ?I think it?d be best if I go alone.?

The former spawn arched a brow. ?Why??

?As a moonwarrior, I would be accorded every honor. But I do not think that would extend to my companions. With the sole exception of Danilo, I have never heard of Elaith treating humans with much respect,? Synora explained.

Kyrian pondered on that and had to nod. Very few elves ever considered humans deserving of any kind treatment. ?Then I?ll go with you, the rest can stay.?

?If I may??? Danilo interrupted. Synora gave him a nod and he plowed onward. ?Kymil used to be arms master at the Academy of Arms. When Arilyn and I hunted him some time ago, we tracked him through the Academy. You might get some clues there as well. Especially if some of the gold elves there have a secret loyalty to him. It wouldn?t surprise me at all.?

Synora nodded slowly. It made sense. ?If you could then, Danilo, find a list of all the gold elves student in current occupation of the Academy. See if any left within the past year or so. Whether they trained under Kymil or not.?

The man nodded. ?I?ll also try to ask my uncle if he can contact Evereska. I know it?s a moon elf colony, but perhaps they heard something regarding gold elves.?

The moonwarrior blinked and nodded. ?Thank you. I appreciate it.?

Danilo nodded, managing a faint smile. ?Arilyn?d never forgive me if I decided to ignore a fellow moonwarrior in need of assistance.?

Kyrian turned to Jaheira and Keldorn. ?As a Harper and a paladin of Torm, you?d perfectly suited to ask questions of the Academy. While Synora and I go seek out Elaith, I?d like it if you two went to the Academy. Im, you go with them, but keep to the back. If for some reason the Academy refuses, you?re going to have to do some thievery. I don?t like it either, Keldorn,? he added, catching the disapproving frown, ?but time is of the essence.?

Keldorn reluctantly nodded.

?Aerie, I?d like it if you, Haer?dalis, and Valygar took a look around Waterdeep. Eavesdrop in taverns. Keep a look out for any gold elves. You see them, you follow. Just keep an eye out for them.? Kyrian pondered on what else needed to be done. ?We?ll meet back here around midday.?

Orders given, they quickly rose and departed, each set in finding what they can about Kymil.

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Synora and Kyrian walked in silence, both needing no words to communicate. The moonwarrior had hated how she behaved the other day, and could not bring herself to thank Kyrian for trying his best to help her. Kyrian, on the other hand, merely wondered if all was well with the moonwarrior. She seemed much calmer, but he had long since figured out that the elfwoman was one of great control, and underneath that control was a raging blaze of passion.

That passion drove Synora to doing everything she possibly could for her homeland and for her People. It astounded Kyrian in every way. He suspected Synora would do anything and everything to put an end to the constant threats against Evermeet. But passion burned both ways and he felt that if something was not done soon, Synora would burn out from within.

And he?d be damned if he let that happen. For a brief moment, Kyrian wondered if Amlaruil had a different reason for including the former spawn with Synora?s mission. What if the Queen had decided Kyrian could teach the moonwarrior to move beyond her duty? It wouldn?t surprise him.

As they wended around the bustling streets of Waterdeep, they eventually came upon the Hidden Blade. Kyrian glanced around warily. The Dock Ward was crowded, dirty, seeming to be filled of rough characters. He wondered if this Elaith chose this place because it seemed likely for shady deals. He had the feeling he didn?t want to know the answer.

A huge man stood at the entranceway, seeming ready to stand there until the gods fell to Aber-toril once again. He looked neither right nor left, but straight ahead, his arms folded across his giant chest. He was tall, probably taller than Sarevok, wearing worn clothing of one who preferred to spend coin on drinks than garments.

Synora stepped up to the man and tilted her head back, not at all bothered by the imposing figure the man presented. ?I need to speak to Elaith Craulnober.?

?We ain?t open.?

?I realize that,? Synora said patiently. ?But I have urgent business with him.?

?I said we ain?t open,? the man repeated.

The moonwarrior stifled a sigh. Just her luck to meet a guard who was more brawn than brains. ?Look, if you go get him, I?m sure he?ll want to speak to me.?

The burly man made ready to shove Synora as if to make his point clear, but his hand never got anywhere near her shoulder. Kyrian caught the man by the wrist, and said in a low voice, ?Didn?t your mother teach you that it is rude to lay a hand on a lady??

The situation degenerated from there. Not one to take a threat standing, the man tried to attack Kyrian with pathetic failure. The former spawn deftly evaded the man?s attacks, not even bothering to retaliate even though he had countless openings. Before long, the man crumbled on the ground, thoroughly exhausted.

?W-who are ya??

?Kyrian. The Bhaal-spawn.?

The man looked considerably afraid.

?Do me a favor, stay down there.? Kyrian pushed the door open and stepped into the Hidden Blade unmolested.

Synora followed, torn between laughing and giving Kyrian an incredulous look. She settled for an amused smile and murmured softly to the former spawn, ?That was a bit over the top, don?t you think??

Kyrian grinned. ?Got us in, didn?t I??

That?s when she gave in and laughed.

It did not escape Elaith?s attention that he heard unfamiliar voices inside his tavern. He hissed a frustrated sigh, stepping out of his answer with great impatience, preparing to use force to rid himself of the unwelcome visitors. He barely got a foot outside his office before he blinked in pleasant surprise.

?Synora, am I correct?? The elf asked, startling the elfwoman.

?Have we met??

?We met once, but I did not forget you,? Elaith answered. ?You were with Amnestria that day, in the heart of the garden maze. I sought her out. I am not surprised you do not remember. It was brief.?

Synora blinked, thinking back to that day. ?I? believe? you are correct.?

Elaith nodded, gesturing to a table. ?Please, won?t you sit down?? Once they sat down, Kyrian carefully watchful, Elaith leaned forward. ?What can I do for the etriel??

?I assume you?ve heard of Kymil Nimesin escaping his prison?? Synora asked carefully.

Elaith?s expression was at once distasteful and scornful. ?I have.?

?I don?t suppose you can tell me if you?ve heard anything regarding him since then?? Synora asked, concealing her hope.

The elf studied the moonwarrior for a moment before turning a curious look upon Kyrian. Elaith?s amber eyes were thoughtful. ?I have,? he said carefully, ?but nothing directly relating to Kymil.?

Synora raised her brow. ?What do you mean??

?I have kept an eye on the Zhentarim and Red Wizards of Thay, since they are the most likely to form an alliance with Kymil,? Elaith answered, his distaste for the named organizations obvious. ?After all, they would lust after Evermeet?s wealth and power. So far, I have heard of an unusual number of them purchasing ships.?

The moonwarrior gave the elf a look of puzzlement. ?It?s impossible for any ship to reach Evermeet safely.?

?I am certain Kymil knew that, and most likely never told his partners. But they would create a diversion should Kymil find some elven ships to use.?

Synora eyed Elaith carefully. ?What do you think??

?Kymil is far too ambitious for his own good. He would find a way,? the elf answered grimly.

Kyrian cut in. ?If you suspect this, why don?t you do something about it? Send word to Evermeet or to the Harpers. I?m sure they?d find such information valuable.?

?It?s all speculation,? Synora answered for Elaith. ?Unless we can find some concrete proof that Kymil had found elven ships for him to use, we don?t have enough. Even the theory of Kymil working with Lloth and Malar would not be considered sufficient.?

?The etriel is correct,? Elaith replied. ?If I had thought I knew where to find Kymil, I too would be giving chase. He has done much that is unforgivable.?

?This coming from the famed Serpent?? Synora chided him lightly.

Elaith bowed his head slightly. ?I would never condone any actions that would bring Evermeet to ruin.?

?True, you would not.? Synora knew that despite Elaith?s dark past, he had never moved against the elven people. Indeed, his testimony in Kymil?s trial had been greatly supportive. And if what Lamruil told the moonwarrior was anywhere near accurate, Elaith had also helped Arilyn capture Kymil in the first place.

A sneaking thought crept into Synora?s mind and it was all she could do not to show her surprise. Had Elaith not left Evermeet all those years ago, much would have gone differently. Amnestria would not have met Bran Skorlsun and created the portal between the mainland and Evermeet. Had that portal not been form, Zaor most likely would not have been slain by Kymil?s agent. So much happened?and all because Elaith could not bear to live with the fact that his own moonblade had rejected him as a potential wielder.

It forced her to wonder if the elves put too much value on moonblade wielders. Granted, moonwarriors were honorable and dependable, fated for great destinies and protecting the elven people. But she had never forgotten how a gold elf family had perverted a moonblade. She had experienced its touch before, and that moonblade nearly drove her mad.

When she had been able to turn it over to the mages in Evermeet, it was a great relief to be rid of the Starym moonblade. She would never forget it. Nor could she ever believe that a gold elf family was so desperate to have a moonblade that they sought numerous ways to pervert the moonblade?s power.

Synora blinked, and realized Elaith had asked her question. ?I?m sorry, what??

?Is there anything else that I can help the etriel with?? Elaith repeated patiently.

?No, thank you. If you hear word of Kymil or any other suspicious behavior from gold elves, please, let me know,? Synora added, rising to her feet.

Elaith nodded, rising as well. He gave the moonwarrior an elegant bow and a shorter one to Kyrian. ?Good luck on your hunt.?

Synora nodded and quickly left the Hidden Blade Kyrian, hiding another amused smile when the bodyguard gave the pair a wide berth. It wasn?t until they were halfway back to Danilo Thann?s villa that Kyrian spoke again.

?Everything all right??

?Hmm? Yes, I?m just? worried.?

?About??

?If the Zhentarim and Thayvian wizards are in fact heading to Evermeet under Kymil?s direction, I fear they will in fact succeed.?

?What makes you so sure??

?Evermeet is not invincible. Despite the numerous protections around the isle, there are weaknesses. I know of them. Kymil undoubtedly knows of them as well. And if he shares them with the Zhentarim and the Red Wizards, I have no doubt they can devise of ways of getting around the protections. For all I know, they could be sailing to Evermeet right now!?

Kyrian frowned. For one moment he worried that Synora was already allowing her own drive to overwhelm her good sense. But after studying her eyes, he realized that it was merely honest fear that lent the sharpness to her voice. He laid a hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

?If that is what you fear, then go, return to Evermeet. Warn them.?

Synora sighed. ?I have no means of returning. Without Laeral or Arilyn to open the portal, I have no way of traveling there.?

?What about Khelben??

?Unfortunately, I do not think he does. And if he has the ability, I don?t know if he would for me.?

?And you don?t know the spell??

?No. It was agreed that the fewer that know, the better.? Synora glanced out to the docks and her gaze narrowed. ?However??

Without another word, she strode towards the docks, forcing Kyrian to give chase after a moment of confusion. The elfwoman ran along the length of the docks, pausing only long enough to note each ship as she passed them. Just as she began to grow disappointed, she found the ship she was looking for.

?Captain Macumail!?

A man of roughly mid-forties glanced behind him from the deck of a formidable ship. He gave a hearty wave, grinning ear to ear, and stepped down to greet the elfwoman. One glance at him would clearly denote him of being a Moonshae native down to the kilt he wore and the brilliant red of his beard and hair. And his accent only bolstered the image.

?Lass! I dinna know you were here!?

?Long story, Captain,? Synora replied with a smile. ?If you have an hour, I?d like to tell you now.?

Giving Kyrian a curious look, the man nodded. ?For you, always. Come??

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An hour and a mug of Moonshae wine later, Carreigh Macumail, captain of the Mist-Walker, shook his head at the tale Synora shared to him. He had become a trusted friend of Evermeet when he had come across an ambassador under attack by raiders. He intervened and ended up bringing the ambassador and her companions back to Evermeet where Amlaruil honored him by naming him Elf-Friend. Carreigh felt honored and became a loyal servant of the elven isle. He was one of the precious few humans who knew where Evermeet was, and could safely sail there if necessary.

?It is a sad time indeed, lass,? the captain murmured. ?I pray you?re wrong, but I won?t deny your request if you ask it of me.?

Synora nodded, relieved. ?I?m grateful to learn of it, Captain.?

?I hope it won?t be necessary though.?

?You and I both.? Synora glanced at Kyrian, marveling at his patience. She turned back to Carreigh. ?I should know by tonight if my fears are justified. If it is? can you leave by tomorrow??

?At first tide,? the captain nodded.

?Thank you, Captain Macumail.? Synora clasped his arm in a warrior?s grip.

?Any time, lass. Lad.?

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Synora would find out only scant moments later that her fears were, in fact, justified. When Keldorn and Jaheira returned with the list of gold elves from the Academy of Arms, Synora felt faint. On that list were numerous names of elves she knew that resided upon Evermeet?and a goodly number of them were Circle Singers at the towers!

All at once Synora knew how Kymil could enter Evermeet. All he had to do was send word to the Circle Singers and they could, with that much power at hand, destroy much of Evermeet?s defenses, clearing the way for an invasion force. They could possibly even prevent destruction to non-elven ships that would have otherwise fallen to the protection around Evermeet.

Granted, all she had was wild speculation, but it made sense. In her heart and soul, she knew that countless elves that emigrated to Evermeet from the main land were never questioned. Unless the elves had committed heinous acts on the mainland, no one was denied a home on Evermeet. Even if they trained under traitorous elves. And Kymil had trained many in his lifetime.

And nearly all of them were gold elves.

Synora glanced up at Kyrian, her expression troubled. ?I do not like this. It stinks of betrayal.?

?Do you want to leave tomorrow then?? Kyrian asked simply. No doubt. No questions. He trusted her, somehow sensing that she was no mere elfwoman, but instead blessed?or cursed?with unusual insight.

?Yes. Evermeet has to be warned. I? I can?t explain it, but I sense impending doom.?

Kyrian nodded and glanced at his companions. ?If you want to stay, you?re free to. I can?t ask all of you to sail to Evermeet and risk your lives. I can?t guarantee that any of you would survive this. If Lloth and Malar are involved, we can be certain of numerous opponents. With gold elves and traitors within Evermeet, we?d be facing insurmountable odds.

?However?? Kyrian met each of his friends? gazes. ?I would like it if you all did come with me. I would not like to face these enemies without my most trusted friends guarding my back. There is no one else I?d like to fight side by side.?

?You didn?t even have to ask,? Imoen said with a smile, patting her brother?s back.

?I made an oath, Kyrian,? Keldorn said quietly. ?I shall not rest until you are safe.?

?T-this is Evermeet! Of course I?m coming!? Aerie declared.

?Ah, a fight to the death! I would never turn this away, my raven,? Haer?dalis said with a grin.

Jaheira murmured, ?I will come with you.?

?And I as well,? Valygar noted quietly.

Synora glanced at Danilo who waited on the sideline of the debate. ?Any luck with Khelben??

?Unfortunately, no. He?s been called away on Harper business. I wish I knew the spell that could open the portal, but my uncle didn?t think it?d be necessary for me to know it.? Danilo ran a hand through his golden hair and sighed. ?And Arilyn has not returned. Seems your best chance is the Mist-Walker.?

Synora nodded. ?Thank you, Danilo.? She turned to the others and said quietly, ?We better prepare then.?

To be continued...

((Awww... this is a rather romantic installment. Heh. It had to happen eventually. It also details a bit of Evermeet's history so read carefully.

Let me know if it's too confusing on certain areas. I had to compress quite a bit!

Now onto the story! Enjoy!--Silverose))

Synora gazed out across the sparkling ocean, unconsciously clenching the railing, her fear and worry taking a deep root within her. It would take roughly a month to arrive in Evermeet, even with swift winds and the favor of the gods on their sides. She could not help but fear the worst. Captain Macumail had tried to reassure her, explaining that if the ships had sailed from Thay, it would take longer for them to reach Evermeet. But that did not ease her fears at all.

They had left Waterdeep a week ago, and Synora spent most of it pacing the deck of the ship, annoying the captain?s crew greatly. Only after Carreigh approached her, pleading her to find a secluded spot of the ship to worry herself over, did Synora choose to stick to one area of the ship that allowed her a good view and yet stay out of the crew?s path.

Kyrian and his companions decided to give her a wide berth for a while, sensing her desire to be alone. With the sole exception of occasionally come up on deck for some fresh air and sunshine, they usually stayed below, preferring not to collide with the crew who needed space to do their work.

However, the former spawn could no longer tolerate the look he saw in Synora?s eyes. He stepped up to her, noting the whiteness of her knuckles, and gently laid his hand over hers.

?I know you?re worried, and I understand that,? Kyrian began softly, ?but you can?t let it eat you up inside.?

?I?I know,? Synora managed, blinking rapidly to banish the tears that welled up in her eyes. ?It?s? hard. We?ve struggled for so long to keep Evermeet protected, but we?ve faced so much. Dragons, drow, angry gods, in-fighting, pirates and slavers?. We just? we?re tired of it, Kyrian. All we want is to be left alone.?

?Come here,? Kyrian murmured softly, tenderly pulling her to him. She buried her face in his shoulder, struggling not to cry. He gently stroked her hair, wishing he could soothe away her fears and worries. ?I know all too well what it is like to be persecuted because of what you are. Everyone hunted me because I was a Bhaal-spawn, and they thought me evil or too powerful to be left alive. When that is not the case, but it didn?t matter to them??

?It?s hard to believe this all started because of the gods,? Synora said with a sigh once she was able to get her emotions under control. Once she regained her composure, she tentatively broke free of his embrace.

?How do you mean?? Kyrian asked, puzzled. He hadn?t wanted to let her go, but knew he daren?t hold her unless she permitted it.

Synora took in a deep breath and released it slowly. ?Lloth was once of the Seldarine, the elven pantheon. She went by a different name?Araushnee. She was even Corellon?s consort, mother of Eilistraee and Vhaeraun. But she craved power, and rejected any that Corellon would give her. She believed power should be won by conquest, and not gifted out of kindness.

?And so she worked with numerous dark gods, trying to have Corellon murdered. Fortunately she failed, and eventually was found out by the Seldarine. It broke Corellon?s heart to learn of it. You see, he loved Araushnee dearly, and her betrayal had pained him deeply.

?Corellon made the decision to banish Araushnee from the Seldarine, but she had outwitted him by implicating their children in her schemes. It is true that Vhaeraun had worked with her, but Eilistraee was innocent. Selflessly, Eilistraee had willing left with her mother and brother, sensing that in the future, it would be necessary. And so they were, cast out of Arvandor forever.

?Araushnee chose a new name?Lloth, and conquered much of the Abyss as a tanari?i. Legend has it that she eventually discovered of Corellon?s children here on Aber-toril and plotted to destroy them?along with Malar, Umberlee, and many of the Anti-Seldarine. That was how she became the goddess of the drow.

?But her plans did not stop there. Lloth wanted to be rid of Evermeet as well, and found it impossible. The Seldarine placed their own personal protections on the island, barring any of the other gods from touching it. So while Lloth could not lead the drow there herself, there was nothing to prevent the drow from eventually finding their way themselves.

?And they did.? Synora was not yet born during that time, but the stories were still told with horror today. ?I have no doubt the drow had tried countless times, but eventually they found their way to Evermeet, digging tunnels under the sea. It was a terrible time, and it shocked the People greatly.

?Evermeet had already endured Umberlee?s anger when she set sea monsters upon the elven isle, the King-Killer star which drives dragons into a frenzied flight, and countless other dangers from within and without.

?Amlaruil?s reign has not been without grief and trying times. She bore many children to Zaor, and nearly all died by one way or another. Out of the surviving children, only Ilyrana and Lamruil are the ones who are known to be around. The rest? disappeared without a trace.?

?What happened??

Synora sighed softly. ?One passed early to Arvandor, another was killed in a training accident. One was reputed to have died in a sea storm. Two died fighting Malar?s Elf-Eater known as Ityak-Ortheel. Quite a few went to the mainland, only to vanish without word. We have never been able to find them.?

?I never knew Evermeet suffered that much,? Kyrian remarked quietly.

?Rumors and legends have fueled many to desiring our treasure and our magic. Some desire the women to sell as slaves. And of course, the Anti-Seldarine have tried to destroy us as revenge against Corellon.?

?There are times when I wish the gods would leave us be,? Kyrian said, weary of the meddlesome Powers That Be.

Synora could not think of anything to say to that.

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On the sixteenth night, a powerful storm shook the Mist-Walker, startling the companions awake. Synora had the sudden dreadful feeling that Umberlee was attempting to prevent them from arriving at their destination, and flung herself out of her cabin, half-dressed, buckling her moonblade around her waist as she skidded across the deck.

?Captain, what?s going on?? Synora shouted as the rest followed suit, scrambling to see how the ship fared.

?It?s a squall, lass! Best you all get back inside!? Carreigh spared them a scant moment before throwing more orders to his crew, attempting to survive the terrible storm. The waves tossed the ship as though it were a mere toy boat. The sky crackled, the clouds brewing darkly, hinting of a terrible promise to come.

Synora never had a chance to return back to her cabin. In that moment a wave tossed the Mist-Walker so terribly that it nearly fell to its side, tossing anyone who was not strapped to the ship. Unfortunately, that meant Kyrian and his companions. Synora crashed into the side, her head striking the wood loudly, and for one moment she saw only darkness. She heard the others scream, colliding with one another as they scrambled for footing.

That was when she heard Aerie scream. ?Kyrian!?

?Where is he?? Keldorn demanded.

?I think? oh gods, don?t tell me he fell overboard!? Imoen shouted.

The moonwarrior dragged herself to her feet, staring over the railing into the stormy waters. She threw the companions a worried glance and made a desperate decision.

?Jaheira, fetch some rope. Aerie, I need light,? Synora commanded, pulling off her boots and handing them to Imoen.

?W-what are you going to do?? Aerie asked just before she cast a light spell.

?I?m going to find Kyrian.? And before they could argue, Synora dove into the dark water, sleek and smooth as an arrow. The water shocked her, forcing her to pause a moment to adjust to the cold. But she did not wait too long?Kyrian?s life depended on her finding him soon.

She struggled against the powerful tossing of the waves, kicking around as she sought Kyrian out with her heat vision. The moonwarrior was nearly ready to give up when she spotted a faint hint of heat just a few feet away. Desperately she swam towards it and felt her heart skip a beat as she saw Kyrian, drifting unconsciously in the water, pale as death.

Synora grabbed hold of him, slipping her arm around his chest, and kicked upwards. With the added weight of the former spawn, it took her longer than she expected, and her lungs felt ready to burst. The moment she broke the surface, she coughed, gasping in air desperately.

The elfwoman spared a moment glance at Kyrian and saw a cut on his brow. As far as she could tell, that was the only reason he had been unconscious. She checked his breathing and felt relieved as he coughed, moaning dazedly. Never before had she been so afraid for his well-being until that moment when she feared he drowned.

?Jaheira! Rope!? Synora struggled against the tossing waves, trying to stay aloft as she prayed the druidess heard her. A scant heart beat later, she knew the Harper woman had heard her. Desperately, the moonwarrior twisted the rope around her wrist, gripping it powerfully. She heard Jaheira call to the others to help her pull up the moonwarrior and Kyrian.

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Only after Aerie had tended to Kyrian and the others, did Synora relax in her cabin. She wrapped herself in a thick blanket, desperately warming herself. She would never forget the heart-pounding fear of realizing Kyrian was nearly lost to her, of that moment of worry that she could not find him in the dark waters.

Synora wanted to go seek him out, to assure herself that he was well. It startled her how much she worried over him. Perhaps it shouldn?t have. The moonwarrior wasn?t dense, nor did she lack knowledge in the realm of romance. She had taken lovers before, though they were far and few in between. She had wrapped herself in the duties to Evermeet, and her travels were hardly safe for lovers and family.

Now she wondered if it were wise, her choice to remain alone. Certainly there was strength in numbers. Had she been alone on the Mist-Walker and been the one to fall overboard, she would?ve suffered difficulties. And she could not deny the skill and powers of Kyrian and his companions.

However, she knew it was more than just the need for travel companions. It also had to do with the fact that she liked Kyrian. Cared for him. Admired him. The energy between her and Kyrian startled her, drew her to him. That moment he held her in his arms lingered in her memories.

A sudden knock on her cabin door startled her out of her thoughts. ?Who is it??

Kyrian?s voice came muffled through the door. ?It?s me. Can I come in??

Synora shifted to a more comfortable sitting position on her bed, the blanket tight around her. ?Yes.?

The former spawn entered, still incredibly pale. Aerie had healed his cut, but a bruise still lingered on his brow. Synora saw that despite his recent plight, he still carried himself strongly. She wondered if that was an after-effect of his Bhaal powers. Kyrian hesitated and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

?I, uh, wanted to thank you f-for saving my life,? he said quietly.

?You?re welcome,? Synora replied softly.

Kyrian looked at her, eyes dark with unreadable emotions. ?Are you all right??

The moonwarrior nodded, smiling faintly. ?Just cold. I don?t handle it well.?

?I could? um?? Kyrian blushed and trailed off.

Synora wondered if she was blushing as well. She knew all too well what he would ask her. Or at least she suspected. Without fear or hesitation, she slipped off the bed, rising to her feet. She stood in front of Kyrian, gazing down at him tenderly. He glanced up at her, uncertain as to what she intended.

Slowly she slipped off the blanket, revealing a tunic underneath and nothing else, and gently laid a hand on Kyrian?s cheek. That night, Synora shared how she felt to Kyrian and he returned it with equal fervor. With soft, loving actions and murmured endearments, they finally acknowledged what the moonblade already knew of the pair?their hearts belonged to one another.

And whatever may come of Evermeet?s fate, they knew they?d face it together.

End of Chapter Three. Chapter Four will cover Evermeet's battle(s).

((A few things. Yes, I'm cruel. This post is awfully short compared to the rest I've posted so far. I apologize--but I'm feeling rather off today, possibly getting sick with something, and would rather post a good, brief installment than to put down a long, terrible one.

Two, I borrowed a bit of Elaine Cunningham's writing from the book "Evermeet: Isle of Elves" (which this fanfic is strongly based upon), merely because what she wrote is better than I could possibly come up with. Only one small bit and that is the letter bit. Everything else is my own.

And three--yesterday, while talking to a friend online, I came up with a rather... hilarious idea for a new fic--parody--whatever. Partly inspired by JC, and mostly inspired by my own whacky sense of humor. So I might be working on that whenever I need a break from this story.

Anyway, enough babbling. Onto the story. --Silverose))

What went before?

Kymil Nimesin loathed his prison. His Harper jailers were generous with their ?cell??windows with false starlight (for that was just as important to an elf as air), books galore, and even a golden-eye cat to keep him company in his multi-room suite. He doubted the elves would have been so kind with him had he been turned over to the elves for judgment.

He hated it though. He was jailed for eternity, denied his vengeance and the chance to place the elves in their proper places?their golden places. As always, he went over the trial that had occurred?Amnestria?s bastard half-elven daughter, Elaith Craulnober, and Arilyn?s Harper partner, Danilo Thann, had all testified against him, placing evidence of working with the Zhentarim to slay twenty-two Harpers. It enraged him, galled him, that a mere half-elf had thwarted his long centuries of planning.

Kymil?s near-delirium faded, and once again the impact of his imprisonment struck him. He screamed, a cry of rage of despair, agonized by the seeming impossibility of bringing his plans to fruition.

Only this time? something answered.

A foul scent drifted into the chamber followed shortly by a dark blurring of the floor as something dark and gelatinous began to take form. Kymil watched, horrified, as Ghaunadar took shape before him.

Kymil knew the lore, of course. Any and every elf did. Ghaunadar, an Elemental evil, was summoned by great and terrible evil. Until that very moment, Kymil had thought his ambitions good and right for the elven people. The arrival of Ghaunadar had forced the gold elf to look inside himself and confront what the great Power before him already knew.

However, that was not the greatest shock. No, the powerful astonishment came in the form of Lloth, a dark and beautiful elfwoman. His horror at perceiving the dark goddess seemed to amuse her, and the smile on her darkly beautiful face shook him more than Ghaunadar?s presence.

That was when Kymil finally earned his escape, setting his plans into motion.

Evermeet would never be the same again.

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Excerpt from Lamruil?s letters to Danilo Thann regarding the elven people:

What motivated Kymil Nimesin? This question has preyed upon the minds of elven sages and philosophers since the death of my father the king. What would cause an elven noble of great gifts and good family to turn against a royal clan?not to mention a king chosen by the gods themselves?

This is clearer to me than it is to many elves, for I have traveled widely and, like you, I have loved a woman of mixed blood. My heart has become a harp tuned to play melodies not known to the minstrels of Evermeet. My eyes see that pride isolates the elves from the world?and pits them in endless battle against each other.

As a bard and a scholar of elven lore, you know that the elven races have often been in conflict with each other. During the terrible centuries in which the Crown Wars swept in killing waves over the People, Gold elves sought to expand their rule at the expense of Moon and Green elf settlements, Green elves joined with dark elves to combat this aggression, and finally Gold and Moon and Green elves banded together to drive the dark elves Below. The Crown Wars and other battles like them tell but a part of the tale. A subtle, constant battle has been waged between the elven races, a battle that is older than the beginning of elven history. If you would understand Kymil Nimesin and his followers, you must go back as far as lore and legend will take you and observe the ancient conflict between Moon and Gold. From such threads are woven the tapestry of Evermeet.

As you follow the story of Moon and Gold, keep in mind that clan Nimesin is a sept?that is, a minor branch?of the ancient clan Durothil. This fact alone will explain much.

I repeat: Kymil Nimesin represents much of what is valued by elven nobility. By the same token, he illustrates that which is most basically and grievously wrong with the elven People.

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Synora Moonshade looked out across the ocean, gazing upon her beloved Evermeet. They were mere hours away from arriving on Evermeet?s shore, and already she cannot help but feel there was something wrong. Perhaps it was the moonblade?s power trying to urge her to hurry, to quickly land on the shore and seek out the gold elf traitors. Perhaps it was her own heart and soul?intricately bound to the elven isle in ways that very few could ever truly understand?that sought reassurance that all was well, and that she was merely worrying over nothing. And perhaps? it was the sight of many ships sailing towards Drelagara. Human ships. And elven ships.

?Captain Macumail, how longer?? Synora turned to the man next to her.

?The wind is in our favor, lass. Don?t worry. I?ll get ye there.?

?Will we get there before they do??

The captain turned his gaze, studying the ocean and the wind. ?Aye, that much I can say.?

Synora barely felt the relief before one of Macumail?s crew shouted, ?Captain!?

Spurred by the urgency of his crewman?s voice, he rushed over, snatching up the spyglass. He carefully scanned the horizon, studying Evermeet?s shore. Slowly, with horror, he glanced at the moonwarrior. Silently, he beckoned her and handed her the spyglass, gesturing to a point.

Confused and worried, Synora did so as directed. And cried out, ?NO!?

Now she understood why the sense of urgency ate at her. Now she knew that her fear was not irrational, as she had thought. Indeed, she was correct in believing that this?Kymil?s dark plans and alliances?would be the twilight of the elves. No more would Evermeet remain inviolate. Never again would it be safe from harm.

Drow have come to Evermeet at last.

To be continued....

((Finally! I'm definitely feeling better today. Lots of sleep helped. And boy... is this tale just begging to be written!

Enjoy!--Silverose))

The memories of the battles Synora suffered through to protect Evermeet would be forever etched in her mind. When she slipped into reverie every night, she relives what happened. She?ll never forget her first and only encounter with Lloth; she?ll never forget the screams of the dying as drow slaughtered them. Nor would she ever forget seeing the infamous Ityak-Ortheel, Malar?s pet Elf-Eater.

Captain Macumail performed well upon realizing the drow had come to Evermeet. Setting orders to catch the wind and the tide, he managed to bring Synora and her companions onto the shore within two hours. The moonwarrior spared no time; the moment she touched upon land, she ran, her heart pounding with urgency and fear.

Kyrian and his companions followed close behind. Aerie stumbled constantly over her robes, gasping for breath halfway through. For once the former Bhaal-spawn merely told her, curtly, to hurry as quickly as she could. He could not spare time to wait for her. The Avariel blinked at him, and nodded weakly, gathering up the hem of her mage robes and alternatively running and walking.

The guardians of Drelagara, warriors and bladesingers and many others, ran to protect their precious city from the invading drow. The appearance of Synora, a famed moonwarrior among them, letting loose an elven battle cry, galvanized them. She seemed to be everyone at once, her moonblade gleaming in the sunlight, spells exploding from her fingertips. She was the very image of an elven berserker: fierce, skillful, and swift.

Kyrian spent no time joining her side, equally vicious, wading into the thick of the battle. For once he did not regret what he learned during his time as a Bhaal-spawn. He used the best of what he had, which unfortunately for the drow, was vast and plentiful. Kyrian fought in sync with Synora, their movements complimenting one another, becoming more together than they could alone.

Jaheira also fought close-by, her scimitar swinging, calling upon Silvanus, and casting her druidic spells whenever they benefited the warriors. Never had the druidess been so grim, even in the darkest of her life held no comparison to this battle.

Even Aerie was no slouch?she had learned a great deal of magic during her travels with Kyrian, and this time she used them in full-force. The gentle Avariel held no compassion for the invading drow and she let them feel her anger.

Typically, Haer?dalis joined the battle with abandon, gleefully reveling in the battle. The tiefling frequently declared each death for the Doomsguard, maniacally laughing with each confrontation, crowing in victory with each drow death.

Only? the drow came in great numbers. They continued to flow out of the tunnels they dug, a black plague upon the holy isle of Evermeet. Even as the elven defenders fought desperately, they were severely outnumbered. Time and time again, the warriors had to regroup, sending spells and arrows to pave a path before they rushed in to cover the gap.

During a brief pause, Synora stood gasping for breath, exhausted, her face and arms covered in blood?mostly drow, fortunately?as she gazed around the land. The drow would never stop coming? unless someone did something about the tunnel. Evermeet must not fall to drow. It would grant Lloth the victory she wanted and pleasing the drow goddess was the last thing Synora would ever permit.

?With me!? Synora cried over the din of battle. The elves gave her a look of sheer disbelief, startled at the idea, then their expressions darkened. They lifted their weapons, glancing at the moonwarrior for direction. She lifted her moonblade, the sword glowing fiercely, and prepared to go to her death.

All at once she gave a start. Kyrian moved to stand beside her. She gave her love an incredulous look and he merely smiled in return.

?I never break promises,? he said simply.

After a moment, she nodded, her look grim. Then, with a ringing cry, she charged into the tunnels.

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Synora gasped, dragging herself up a hill, her sword dragging into the dirt. Blood covered her liberally; she had no doubt she no longer resembled the beautiful moonwarrior she usually presented. The blood that was spilled during the battle in the tunnels would stain her forever. So many drow died on her blade, she could not help but feel the lives that were lost were? worthless.

It was hard to kill so many out of senseless hate. Synora did not naturally loathe the drow, but the ancient battle of the Seldarine had spilled into their children, and the elves had continued to fight for their own survival. But the waste of life bothered Synora. How many must die for something as petty as hatred?

She would also never forget Aerie?s scream as she saw a drow cut down Haer?dalis?from behind. The tiefling never saw the blow, and he died quickly, but the moonwarrior suspected that it was well that he died quickly. Very few ever survived meeting Lloth, and those that did tended to be haunted forever by the image of the dark, terrible beauty of the goddess.

As Synora knew she would be haunted. Never, ever had she dreamed of facing Lloth. Were it not for the magic of her moonblade, she would?ve died like so many of the others. She was barely able to grab the others in time. Unfortunately for Aerie, Synora had to leave Haer?dalis? body behind, forever buried in the crumbling tunnels.

As she laid on her back, gazing up at the fading sky, it shocked her to learn that she had spent nearly all day battling the drow, and Evermeet was still in danger. Did she not see the Elf-Eater? Yes, granted, the Elf-Eater was far away and no doubt being dealt with elven warriors on that side of the island, but the Elf-Eater, a favorite of Malar?s, was a dangerous and powerful being. It would take a miracle?or a Circle of High Magi?to deal with the monster.

But she was exhausted. Even an elf, with strong endurance and stamina, needed rest. And peace. Even if it was fleeting, she needed it.

Kyrian dragged himself beside her after ensuring his remaining friends were well. He did his best to comfort Aerie until Jaheira insisted he turn the Avariel to her. It made sense in a way?one widow would now comfort a mourning lover. In their grief they could offer comfort and assurance, even if that would never erase the pain of loss.

?Are you all right?? the former spawn asked his beloved, worry etched in his handsome, angular features.

?Tired?? Synora fought to wipe her mind of the image of drow swarming on Evermeet?s land. She failed. No doubt it would take decades, and at least a century, to cleanse her mind of that memory. ?How is Aerie??

?Sick with grief,? Kyrian sighed. ?I wish I could?ve saved Haer?dalis. All he had ever done was follow me.?

?He was a Doomsguard,? Synora said quietly. ?It?s an honor to die, in his mind.?

?I know? but I?d prefer it that it wasn?t by the hand of a drow,? Kyrian replied darkly. ?At least? they can?t come in through those tunnels again. That?s? one small comfort, at least.?

Synora sighed and nodded. Once again the image of Lloth, cackling as she surveyed her drow battling through a scrying globe, haunted Synora?s mind. Though the goddess could not touch upon Evermeet, it did not prevent her from guiding her drow to the isle and direct them to their battle with their cousins.

Slowly, she frowned. She did seem to remember seeing Malar with Lloth, also gleeful as he watched his Elf-Eater destroy many of Corellon?s children. However, one part of her memory disturbed her. She recalled Lloth and Malar disappearing just moments before Synora teleported herself and the others out. Surely a collapsing tunnel wouldn?t injure the gods?

The moonwarrior nibbled her lip in worry. She hoped that would not lead to more problems.

Kyrian nudged her gently, bringing her out of her thoughts. ?Let?s get a few hours of rest. Evermeet still needs us.?

Synora nodded, curling close to him. Yes. Rest for now. Tomorrow? the Circle Singers will pay for their treachery.

Little did she know? it would be too late.

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In the light of the early dawn, Synora quickly cleaned the blood off her face and blade, just so she would not confuse her fellow defenders should she come upon them. Once she was done, she quickly turned her sights on the Sunrise Tower. There, she knew, she would find many of the traitorous gold elf Circle Singers.

As long as the mithal still stood?supported and bolstered by the High Magi Circles?she knew she still had a chance to save Evermeet. The invaders, those upon human ships, would not be granted passage into Evermeet as long as the mithal remained. That was a small comfort to Synora, but it was enough to keep her going.

However, it would not be long before she regretted those thoughts. She barely cleared a hill when an explosion of intense power slammed into her. Synora staggered to her knees, clutching her bleeding ears. There had been no sound, no tremor, nothing that anyone other than an elf might hear or feel, but Synora knew beyond a doubt that every elf on Evermeet felt the impact of that terrible silent blast. She herself, attuned by ways of her moonblade and her own magical skills, had been nearly deafened by the force of it.

It did not take her long to realize the implications of the blast. The others?Jaheira, Aerie and Kyrian?gazed around in confusion, wondering what had stunned them. The rest, being humans and not attuned at all to the magical weave that covered Toril, had no idea what shocked their elven companions.

Synora knew, however. In the past, Towers of High Magi had attacked one another, erupting into magical war. Though that had not happened in generations, the history remained, reminding the elves that they all had to work together for the good of the People rather than indulging power-hunger. That was not the case this time. The Circle Singers of the Sunrise Tower had betrayed Evermeet by destroying the mithal that protected the isle.

They were lost.

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In a distant tower, across the Sea of Swords, another of Evermeet?s guardians threw her silvery head back with a frustrated scream. Never before had Laeral, long time consort of Khelben Arunsun, faced such difficulty, especially when the failure boded ill for those dear to her heart.

Khelben Arunsun gently pried his lady?s grip from her silver mirror and turned her into his embrace. ?It is no good, my lady. Everywhere, the gates to Evermeet have been barred. There is nothing we can do.?

?But not this gate, surely! Don?t you recall how hard it was for us to just move it?? Laeral pleaded with her lover.

?If everything ever worked as we had hoped it would, the world would be far different,? Khelben replied without humor. ?Laeral, I would have it otherwise for you, for I know Evermeet is dear to you. But we must leave them to their battles. We cannot do more??

Laeral wept silently, sinking into Khelben?s embrace. ?But we could make a difference, you and I, and my sisters.?

Khelben remained silent for a moment, stroking Laeral?s unusual silver hair, a hint of her elven heritage. The portent of the failure of opening the elfgate to Evermeet, and even the silence of Laeral?s elfring worried him. He thought back to Synora, the brash moonwarrior, and wondered if he had been wrong to turn her away. So much could have changed?.

Evermeet was truly alone. He prayed the isle would survive whatever attack it suffered.

?Trust in the elves,? Khelben urged his lady. ?They have survived much before. They will surely weather this storm as well.?

?Oh, there is more,? Laeral whispered, looking up at him. ?I never told you about Maura??

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?My Queen,? Keryth Blackhelm said, approaching Amlaruil.

The elven queen turned, forcing her gaze from the too-still form of her oldest daughter, Ilyrana, to her military adviser. She knew he was hesitant to interrupt her grief, but as always, Keryth had good cause. She was not disappointed to find she was correct once again. Though it came with a heavy price.

?Yes, what is your report??

The northern shore had fallen to creatures from Below, though recent reports had corrected themselves by learning that the drow had been driven back. The dragonriders of the Eagle Hills were making some headway against the sahuagin and scrags that swarmed up the Ardulith, but most of the centaurs and other creatures had fallen in battle. A mixed force of humans and elves had landed on Siiluth and were marching westward to Drelagara.

?Elves? There were elves among the pirates? And they broke through our defenses?? Amlaruil demanded sharply.

Keryth grimaced, shamed. ?We had not anticipated it. We had thought them to be fleeing from the pirate ships, but now we see it as nothing more than a ruse to come ashore.?

The queen considered what he had said, absorbing his report. ?And the other ships? I believe there were six.?

?We do not know for certain. Apparently they split up after our attack upon them. Our ships still battle them still, as far as we can tell.?

The queen nodded.

?There is more,? the war leader said. ?Three of these ships are approaching Leuthilspar. The leader is close enough to send messages through flag speech.?

Amlaruil frowned. ?The Starwing fleet could not stop them??

?We did not send the fleet to stop them,? Keryth answered softly. ?I think you should know? they report that Prince Lamruil is aboard.?

To be continued...

((Goodness! More posts! I'm a writing maniac right now, and I think it's in part of wanting this story completed! I doubt I can tonight. There's just SOOOOO much!

And to be honest... I have no idea how to end it! *laughs* I suck at story endings.

Anyways... onto more drama, shock and cliffhangers!

Enjoy!--Silverose))

?We have to go!? Synora said at once, shaking Kyrian and the others awake.

?What??? Aerie stirred slowly, lines of weariness and grief etched on her young face.

?We have to go. I can?t explain it, but I know we have to,? Synora insisted, offering a hand to Keldorn, helping the aged paladin to his feet.

?Would it have anything to do with that?? Jaheira asked, pointing to the sky.

Synora glanced up? and gasped. Unnatural horrors suddenly filled the skies, beasts created by the Red Wizards of Thay known as Darkenbeasts. Synora did not need to ask why the human mages would bother attacking Evermeet. They had tried before to breach Evermeet?s defenses; the vast magical wealth of Evermeet was legendary, and undoubtedly appealing to the wizards.

This was just the first time they succeeded.

?We must go,? the moonwarrior whispered in horror. ?Leuthilspar needs us.?

?I?I can?t,? Aerie cried, exhausted and worn. ?I?m sorry, I just? I just can?t!?

Synora glanced at the Avariel, and then glanced at Kyrian worriedly.

?We?ll have to leave her here,? Kyrian said softly. ?Aerie, will you be all right alone??

?I?ll stay,? Valygar offered quietly. ?I?m not that big of a help anyway. I can take Aerie into one of the forests to hide us. We can stay a few days and catch up in this Leuthilspar once it?s safe enough to do so.?

Synora nodded. ?Leuthilspar lays a hundred miles north-west. Follow the shore. You can?t miss it?a giant moonstone palace lies in the heart of it. Here, carry this with you.? The moonwarrior took out one of her signet rings and handed it to Valygar. ?Aerie will not be harmed, but you might be. They?ll know you?re trustworthy.?

Valygar nodded, and helped the Avariel to her feet. With soft farewells, they parted into hiding. They understood Aerie?s inability to fight on. As a gentle elf, she had no desire for warfare. And losing someone beloved to her made it doubly difficult. They did not think less of Aerie. She had fought a great battle with the drow, not drawing back in fear of the terrible dark elves, and she deserved a warrior?s rest.

Once the Avariel and ranger disappeared from sight, Synora turned to the others. ?Hold onto me. My moonblade will take us where we need to go.?

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Synora would never forget the horror that she stumbled upon in the moonstone palace. When she rematerialized with the others outside the palace, she had to swiftly reassure the guards that Keldorn and Imoen are her allies, and to be left alone. Seeing that she was a moonwarrior, they did not press further, for which she was grateful.

However, before she took a step into the palace, she saw Laeral?s daughter, Maura, rush in, barely glancing at the moonwarrior and her companions. As she knew Maura had little reason to enter the palace save to share horrible news, the moonwarrior rushed in behind her, moonblade in hand, leaving the others to follow in puzzlement.

She hated leaving them in the dark, but she had no time. Her sense of urgency urged her on, despite being heartsick and weary. Something powerful was about to happen, and she could not wait. Must not.

Evermeet hung in the balance.

The moonwarrior skidded into the queen?s council chamber, just mere moments after Maura had. She was able to catch the last of the girl?s breathless news to Amlaruil, and had to blink in surprise. Somehow Ilyrana, Amlaruil?s heir to the throne, had cast a spell, gathering many elven priests? power, conjuring an elven warrior that took Malar?s Elf-Eater into Arvandor and now battled it there on that realm. However, the power was not enough, and the Elf-Eater began to eat the souls of the faithful in Arvandor. Amlaruil had to help, but for her to help, Amlaruil herself would have to pass into Arvandor as well.

In that moment, it dawned upon Synora that Lamruil was there as well, standing beside an unfamiliar gold elf. Tension crackled in the air, and there was anger written on the faces of Amlaruil?s advisers. Even her moonblade hummed with fear.

?We need you here,? Keryth insisted to Amlaruil, already knowing the queen?s mind. (Secretly, Synora was wondering what in the abyss was going on.)

?Not really,? Lamruil cut in coldly, startling the moonwarrior with his chill. ?Whether she casts the spell or not, I would demand she abdicate to me. The sword is mine now, and the kingdom with it.?

Maura turned on her long-time sweetheart. ?And what of me? What of your queen??

Lamruil gave her a puzzled look. ?What of you? I will choose an elfmaid of a noble family to be my queen.?

?You are nothing but a? an albino drow!? Maura spat, her eyes flaming.

Lamruil merely shrugged, turning to his mother. ?What will it be, mother? Duty as always?? He let out a scornful laugh when Amlaruil nodded, and then turned to the elf beside him. ?Convinced? Will you tell her where these ships might be found??

Synora and her companions stood, confounded. The moonwarrior herself was thoroughly puzzled. Lamruil was acting entirely out of character, and she could not help but feel that she had walked into the middle of a play, stumbling around in confusion, seeking the point of the plot.

The gold elf nodded, speaking briefly and precisely. When he was finished, Lamruil took up one of Amlaruil?s hand, and gave it a soft kiss.

?Farewell then, mother,? he said softly.

The queen gave her son a peculiar look for a moment and then turned. She walked up to her throne and sat upon it, regal as always. All in that room sensed the gathering magic, focused by her will and skill, preparing the spell that would send all of the invading ships away and send herself to Arvandor to deal with the Elf-Eater. Synora instantly understood what Amlaruil prepared to do, and felt heartsick.

A Circle of High Magi could, perhaps, successfully send one of the ships away. No more than two, certainly. Amlaruil, with the power of the Seldarine behind her, could send them all away. But at a high price: death. However, it was needed. Amlaruil was needed in Arvandor?though all the loyal elves in the room would prefer otherwise!

The elves watched as they watched Amlaruil summon her final spell in Evermeet?s defense. Suddenly there was a second, terrible explosion, a silent blast, their cloaks and hair whipped about by a magical whirlwind.

Amlaruil was gone.

Swiftly, before any knew what Lamruil had in mind, he lunged for the king sword?his father?s moonblade?and drew it from its ancient scabbard. The elves?save for a few who knew Lamruil intimately?experienced a second shock as the frivolous, self-confessed drinker and wencher, stand alive and unharmed, accepted by the moonblade as an appropriate king of Evermeet. The magical blue light of the moonblade seemed to hum with righteous wrath.

?I name you, Kymil Nimesin,? Lamruil said with quiet wrath, ?traitor to Evermeet, and I call upon the magic of the sword to dispel the illusion you have cast. All of you, bear witness.?

Synora nearly lunged at Kymil when the illusion about the unfamiliar gold elf suddenly melts away into the all too-familiar features of the traitor. So, this explained the urgency to come to the moonstone palace. Kymil had arrived, and somehow her moonblade sensed him. Who else better to deal the execution than the very elfwoman who swore to see him dead?

However, she did not give into her instinct. Lamruil had a right to avenge his father?s death. Even better that he acquired his revenge with Zaor?s sword!

?He is revealed and accused,? Lamruil stated clearly. ?You, the advisors of Queen Amlaruil, say now what must be done. What judgment do you render??

?Death.? The judgment came swiftly, spoken as if it came from a single throat, all the advisors in agreement.

The young king of Evermeet lifted his moonblade to pass judgment. Synora also waited, sword out, gleaming with vengeful wrath. If Kymil should even try to turn and run, she would be ready to cut him down.

Kyrian waited with the rest, also prepared for any sudden action on Kymil?s part. While they were somewhat still in the dark, they understood all too well what was about to happen.

Kymil Nimesin saw death coming, and took the only escape he knew. He touched the gem Lloth had given him, releasing the powerful spell that contained the gates of Evermeet in a single entity. He released just enough to open a gate he had prepared as a last eventuality.

The sword of Zaor passed harmlessly in empty air, and even Synora lunged forward, praying she was swift enough to stop Kymil, only to cut nothing. Once again, Kymil Nimesin had escaped.

To be continued...

((Gah! A THIRD post in one night! Thankfully my brain seems to have decided this is the last one for the night. Which is good, because my brain just fizzled on ideas. Heh.

If this installment seems a tad darker than usual, I apologize. I had just found out some things about some supposed "friends" that had vastly disappointed me, and hurt me in a small way. Life sucks.

Anyway... this installment is.... well, it COULD HAVE been the very final chapter of this tale. I could have said "Tale's done, haha." Well, without the "haha". But... it feels incomplete to me, so hopefully tomorrow or so I can actually find a way to close it nicely. Thoughts, anyone?

Anyhoo... story!

Enjoy!--Silverose))

The elves of Evermeet had, barely, managed to successfully fend off the rest of their enemies?with help of the Starwing fleet, the dragonriders, the eagle riders, and all the remaining High Magi. Synora eventually learned that Shanyrria Alenauth, one of Evermeet?s most famed bladesingers, had slain the traitorous Circle at the Sunrise Tower, at the cost of her life. She had also learned that Maura, Lamruil?s longtime love, had been the one who warned and witnessed Ilyrana?s selfless sacrifice.

When Ilyrana had learned of the Elf-Eater?s impending arrival, she had sent a prayer up to her goddess, also touching a number of Evermeet?s faithful, asking them to add their prayers and powers to her to turn it into a way of protecting the isle from the Elf-Eater. The result was amazing?the power of prayer had turned into an avatar, strong and powerful, just enough to face the Elf-Eater. But when the avatar had realized that keeping the Elf-Eater upon Evermeet would be disastrous, it had stolen the Elf-Eater to Arvandor.

However, that plan went awry as the avatar realized it could not defeat the Elf-Eater alone. And so it sent a dream to Maura, sharing an important message to her. Maura, understanding at once what was asked of her, hastily ran to find Amlaruil, the only elf alive with enough power to stop the Elf-Eater, or at least send it away from Arvandor.

For, through the Elf-Eater, Lloth and Malar had acquired access to Arvandor. Fortunately for the elves, the two dark gods did nothing more than gloat at watching countless faithful souls be devoured by the Elf-Eater. Unfortunately for Lloth and Malar, Amlaruil was prepared to do any and everything to stop them, even if that meant to die willingly.

When Amlaruil had cast her spell, she was thrust into Arvandor with a jolt. She found herself in Zaor?s arms once more, after nearly half a century of mourning him, and it was all she could do to break his embrace and turn her attention upon the Elf-Eater. Being freed of mortal constraints, she drew upon the Seldarine power, concentrating upon the Elf-Eater mainly.

The elf queen could not send the Elf-Eater away, but she could trick it. With a hint of mischievousness, she cast an illusion over Malar and Lloth, giving them the appearance of moon elves. Lloth shrieked at seeing her dark beauty turn into milky white, and that turned the Elf-Eater?s attention upon them.

As the power of reasoning was not in the Elf-Eater?s abilities, the two dark gods hastily fled, the Elf-Eater at their heels. Arvandor was safe, and Amlaruil had to make yet another difficult decision. Because she died a magical death, she could, if necessary, return to Aber-Toril and to Evermeet once more. Even if it meant leaving her beloved husband behind.

And that was precisely what she had done.

When Synora learned of Amlaruil?s amazing resurrection, since the thought of any elf willingly leaving Arvandor was just mind-boggling, she had sighed in relief. However, she had not learned of it until the very next day.

She was currently busy experiencing intense moments of introspection.

Kyrian had found her on the outer edge of Leuthilspar, seated upon a rather large rock, quietly weeping. He said nothing other than standing beside her, making his presence known. It would be Synora?s choice to turn to him or not. He knew she needed a moment to gather herself and share what grieved her so.

Not that she was lacking good reasons, however! Despite the massive destruction over Evermeet, he could still see the natural beauty of the land. Rolling green hills, massive forests, and the serene waters eased him. He understood now why Synora valued this land so much. There was a hint of a homecoming, as if the land sighed and welcomed yet another of its children home.

The people were an entirely different manner. When they learned how Kyrian had gotten here, and that Synora was in part responsible for driving the drow back Below, they had praised him. But behind their gratitude, he sensed? pride. Arrogance. Despair at learning that Evermeet was not inviolate. He could not help but wonder why they never prepared for this eventuality. Surely they had to know that nothing in this world was a hundred percent successful!

Synora glanced at him, wiping her tears away, and sniffled once. ?You sense it too, don?t you??

?Huh?? Taken aback by the odd question, he could only stare.

?The foolish pride. The arrogance. Gods, hard to believe that I too once shared that thinking.?

Kyrian carefully sat beside her and took her hand in his own. ?What changed??

?I traveled much, saw much, and experienced a great deal. A goodly number of Evermeet?s elves have never touched upon the mainland of Faerun. They had never dealt with humans, witnessed what was necessary for life, and learned to think beyond Evermeet?s shores.? Synora sighed, resting against him.

?And what, in your mind, is necessary for life?? Kyrian asked softly.

?Change. Life is change. But being nearly immortal, we are so slow to take to change. To us? time moves differently. A year to the humans feels like a month to us. I recall stories of times when a council of elves ruled Evermeet, and they would bicker and argue to what was best for the island. They always thought of themselves, of what personal gain they could take, even amidst a crisis!

?But life isn?t about personal gain. It?s about living it. It?s about enjoying life without thought of tomorrow or power or wealth or even rank. Evermeet was intended to be a refuge for those who wanted to escape the hectic life on Faerun, but somewhere along the line? it turned into yet another land to fight amongst each other.?

Synora glanced out at the horizon, seeing fabled towers and precious homes in ruins. ?We had failed to learn the lessons of our ancestors. Evermeet is lost.?

?Surely they can rebuild, replace what was lost, and improve upon themselves?? Kyrian offered, disliking the sound of despair in the moonwarrior?s silver voice. In the space of days she had aged considerably. Oh, she still had the youthful appearance, the unlined face, but there was a shadow to her eyes, and her smile, when she does smile, was faint, never reaching her eyes.

?Oh, yes, they can and will. But Evermeet has already proven it cannot defend themselves from an invasion force, especially one this considerable. So much is lost, so much is gone. Should any ever learn of this failure, we will undoubtedly be attacked again and again.? Synora paused for a moment and added softly, ?Evermeet is no longer a refuge for the elves. It is just another burial place for the dead.?

?I?m sorry,? Kyrian said helplessly, not knowing what he could say to comfort his ladylove.

?So am I,? she whispered, the tears coming anew.

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Synora had managed to meet and talk with Amlaruil once she learned of the queen?s amazing resurrection. She had also learned of the plan to establish a new refuge and kingdom?this time run by Lamruil and his beloved queen, Maura. Upon learning of Amlaruil?s apparent acceptance of Lamruil?s mostly human wife, Synora began to wonder if there was hope for the elven people after all. Especially since that if Amlaruil can accept a human, surely so can others!

As was once custom for Synora and Amlaruil, the moonwarrior drew the queen to a secluded spot of the garden maze, one that allowed them to overlook the gleaming ocean in the brilliant moonlight. For a long while, they stood in silence, both reconciling all that had happened to Evermeet.

Then, softly, Amlaruil broke the silence. ?I see you have a new rune on your moonblade.?

?I do,? Synora answered, equally quiet.

?May I ask what the new power is?? Amlaruil questioned curiously, though the moonwarrior suspected the queen already knew.

Synora did not answer at once. ?He is a good man, my queen. He leads with a gentle hand, drawing on his friends? abilities when necessary, and knows when to concede a battle. Kyrian, foster son of Gorion of Candlekeep, the former Bhaal-spawn, is a fine addition to the elven race.?

Amlaruil nodded once. ?You love him.?

?I do. That did not cloud my judgment, however,? Synora said at once. ?My moonblade chose him.?

The elven queen gave a start. ?It did? I see.?

Synora sneaked a look at Amlaruil. ?You do not disapprove??

?Not at all.? Amlaruil managed a faint smile. ?If it can happen once, it can happen again. I believe you have chosen well, and clearly your moonblade agrees. He has already performed well for Evermeet.?

?No, he performed well for the elven people,? Synora corrected, perhaps a tad too sharply than she had intended.

Amlaruil nodded in agreement. The silence dragged on, a companionable silence between them. Synora regretted what she was about to do, but saw no other recourse. She could not, would not, remain on Evermeet ever again. The devastating battle had left scars upon the land, and it remained to be seen whether the elven people would actually learn from their errors. However, if they did or not would not matter to Synora. She could no longer remain.

Her destiny, she realized now, lay elsewhere. She could serve the people of Evermeet on the mainland of Faerun, perhaps by acting as liaison for the People. Someone had to mend the long broken bridges between the elves and the rest of the world. And who better than her?

As for Kyrian? well, she had a feeling he would not want to remain on Evermeet as well. Aerie would use Evermeet?s resources to find her homeland; Keldorn already asked Captain Macumail if he could take the paladin of Torm back to Athkatla and received a hearty yes; Valygar seemed to decide he would go with Keldorn; and Jaheira had decided to remain on Evermeet for a time until the isle acquired something resembling defense.

Only Imoen remained a mystery.

?You?re not staying, are you?? Amlaruil asked at last, glancing at Synora.

?No. I cannot remain on Evermeet, Amlaruil,? the moonwarrior answered, deliberately using the queen?s name. ?It is no longer home for me. I have seen the darkness in the elven people, and they seem to turn a willful blind eye to it.?

?I understand,? Amlaruil said after a moment?s pause. ? I would have you remain an agent of Evermeet, but this time as diplomat, liaison and ambassador of the people. Perhaps, with your efforts, you can gather allies for the People. Or, at the very least, make others think twice before striking at them again.?

Synora smiled wryly. ?I shall do my best.?

?I hope we may still be able to call upon you in times of dire need.?

In answer to that, Synora drew her moonblade and gave her queen a respectful salute before laying the sword on the ground before Amlaruil, kneeling. The queen understood the gesture and gently touched Synora?s shoulder, biding the moonwarrior to rise.

Synora would only come because of Amlaruil and because the moonblade would require her to. No other reason.

Synora Moonshade of Evermeet would no longer serve the elven people. She would serve the world in hopes to reuniting the broken races, in hopes of finding harmony in her own life and in the lives of those around her.

Evermeet might have lost one of their greatest warriors, but the world had just acquired one of their greatest protectors.

To be continued? I think so. End of Chapter Four.

((Ah... finally! It's about time! *laughs* I had to take some time alone due to personal reasons, but I felt the need to write tonight. And I'm glad I did! I'm simply loving this installment! Hope you all enjoy it too! ))

During the next several weeks, Kyrian and his companions spent the time together, taking the time to say farewell, to think over the past, and to discuss the future. They spent countless hours within Synora?s family manor, wishing to stop time, just for a while, and strengthen the bonds of friendship and affection. They spoke of the dead, remembering them in better light, finally, in a small way, letting them go.

Save for Aerie. The Avariel sat withdrawn, speaking only when she had a point to mention, and otherwise stayed silent. It was clear that her wounds would be long in healing, and Kyrian prayed that finding her homeland and people would help mend her pain. He had nothing else to give her?it was time for another to take the Avariel under their wing, so to speak, and grant her the ability to soar again, even if it was only in her heart.

Keldorn spoke of how he would spend the rest of his life with his wife and children, as he seen how safe Kyrian was with his new beloved. He finally admitted that he had missed much of his daughters? lives, and would do everything in his power to make amends for them. He would be a father again, and that he looked forward to after so long.

Jaheira admitted she looked forward to learning about the elves directly. She imagined that life here on Evermeet was far different than life on the mainland. She would live with the sylvan elves that inhabited Evermeet?s forests for a time, and then decide what to do with the rest of her life.

Valygar admitted discomfort at staying on Evermeet and eagerly looked to returning to the quiet wilds of Amn. That was the only time the ranger spoke. Otherwise he remained silent, as usual. The others found nothing unusual about that?Valygar was always a world away from them.

When it came to Imoen?s turn, she pondered that for a moment, a glass of elven wine in her hand. ?Do you know, I?m not sure.?

?You are always welcomed here on Evermeet,? Synora said quietly, studying the red-haired thief.

?Eh, no offense, Synora, but elves really aren?t my idea of neighbors.?

The moonwarrior smiled. ?No offense taken at all. I find that Evermeet?s elves are no longer what I thought they were.?

?What will you do now, lass?? Keldorn asked gently of the elfwoman.

Synora was silent for a moment, sensing Kyrian?s dark eyes on her curiously, and finally spoke, her voice thoughtful. ?I can no longer remain on Evermeet, this I do know. I have considered returning to Evereska for a time, and perhaps finding a new path for myself. I will always serve the People, but I must find a new way to do it.?

?Isn?t Evereska near Waterdeep?? Imoen suddenly asked, a peculiar look in her eyes.

?Yes, it is. Roughly two to three days away. Why do you ask??

?Oh, well? maybe I could go with you and Kyrian to Evereska and travel to Waterdeep,? Imoen said nonchalantly, taking a sip of the wine.

Kyrian blinked. ?Im, you want to stay in Waterdeep??

?Just for a start.?

Thoroughly surprised, Kyrian finally said, ?We wouldn?t have a problem with that, if you do want to come with us.?

?Good.? And all was right in Imoen?s world.

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The time came when they finally had to say good-bye. They gathered at the dock on Leuthilspar?s shore, exchanging embraces and whispered farewells. Aerie sobbed quietly as she bid Kyrian good-bye, not wanting him to go for he was all she knew when she was liberated into the world. He tried to ease her worries by saying that he would always come visit and that Jaheira would see to it that Aerie never remain alone. That much he knew?Jaheira had told him the night before that she would not leave Aerie until she knew the Avariel was well.

Imoen tried to cheer Aerie up by saying, ?Hey, don?t worry. We?ve survived a visit into Hell, battles with deranged priests and drow. We can do this.?

It didn?t really help, but Kyrian was grateful that Imoen tried.

Jaheira stole Synora away for a private moment, standing away from the others. ?I need to know if? you will promise to protect Kyrian the rest of your life. I do not ask this lightly, but Gorion had entrusted Kyrian in my care. And now I must know if I can pass it onto you.?

Synora blinked, and finally gathered her composure enough to answer the druidess honestly. ?You can. And I shall.?

?Good.? Jaheira smiled, the first time Synora could remember. The druidess held out her hand and Synora took it, surprised at receiving a warrior?s grip from her. It seemed that, at long last, the two had come to an understanding.

The druidess left the moonwarrior and went up to Kyrian, giving him one last farewell before gently taking Aerie back to Leuthilspar. Keldorn gave Aerie a gentle hug, wishing her well, and prayed to Torm that the Avariel?s heart will find peace someday. Valygar watched Aerie and Jaheira disappear into the elven city and simply boarded the Mist-Walker, waiting for Keldorn to do the same.

Keldorn turned to Synora, and they embraced one another as equal warriors, sharing no words for there was no need. They had said all they needed to say over the past weeks, and now it was time to let go. They understood one another all too well; the paladin and the moonwarrior, and they shared it with mutual friendship and affection.

As Synora watched the Mist-Walker sail off into the horizon, she prayed to Sehahine and to the Seldarine that Keldorn would have many years ahead of him. He deserved it, after so long.

Kyrian stood beside Synora, slipping an arm around her. ?Ready to go??

?I am.? She turned to Kyrian and smiled, the pair stepping onto the elven ship Moonbow, Imoen walking closely behind, smiling with delight at seeing her ?little? brother so happy.

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The monks of Candlekeep were rumored to have a whole shelf of books dedicated to just Kyrian. His stories were well and plentiful, many recounting times of heroics when all had believed they were lost. In many of those tales, they mentioned his wife, Synora Moonshade, equally honored in many ways. They had once saved Evereska from a startling invasion from Below, Synora?s moonblade gleaming in the light. They had stood for all things right with elves?honor, selflessness, compassion, and a fierce determination for life.

And indeed, that determination also expressed itself in another way. Synora had born Kyrian six children?and four had followed their mother and father in the path of the warrior. One had been lost to an encounter with a group of orcs, to which Kyrian still mourned until the day he finally passed away. And the other, oddly, had taken to follow the path of her ?aunt?, the legendary Imoen, which is something that continued to amuse Kyrian for many years.

Imoen had become famous during her time in Waterdeep. She also shocked every thief in Skullport. See, Imoen, unlike any other thief before her, had decided to establish a guild? to serve the people of Waterdeep instead of stealing from them. Every single Lord of Waterdeep had been astonished and worried, but as the years went by, they realized that Imoen had proven to be exactly what she was?a cheerful, helpful thief.

Imoen, unlike some of her comrades, had died of old age, content with her life. While she never had a family, she certainly never lacked for one. Orphans had taken a liking to Imoen, and many became her unofficial adopted children. Kyrian had gone to see her one last time, having received word that she was nearing death.

Her final words were ?See you, ?little? brother.? He held her as she passed away, never crying once. After all, Imoen lived her life as she always had?full and complete, and always filled with love. It?s said that there was a tiny shrine in the heart of Waterdeep; dedicated to the most unusual woman they had ever known.

Very little was ever mentioned of Jaheira. Many speculate that she had decided to live out the rest of her life on Evermeet, living among the fey folk. And as far as any knew, it was true. It would seem that she had finally found a home, even if it weren?t with her husband.

Aerie was an entirely different story. After she had found a band of Avariel, she had retreated with them into their mountains, though her lack of wings had worried her so. But they had surprised her, the Avariel. They eased her wounds?physical and emotional?and welcomed her warmly into their homes. However, sadly, she and the Avariel encountered a fierce red dragon that was determined to make their mountain his home.

The Avariel fought bravely, they fought fiercely, but in the end, they died. Aerie made certain that the dragon would never trouble another ever again by casting a powerful spell that cost her her life, but she succeeded. The red dragon died, and so did she. Many continue to speak of her courage, and the remaining Avariel made certain that no one would ever forget the gentle elfwoman.

The story of Valygar was brief, but he earned a note for being a companion of the famous Kyrian. He lived most of his life in the edges of Athkatla, defending his homeland in the way he could. He married a woman, a ranger no less, but had no children for his fear of his family heritage kept him from even trying. However, their lives were not empty of joy, as Valygar came to learn.

The only notable thing of Valygar?s life was that he had, eventually, left Athkatla with his wife, weary of the dark politics that tore the city constantly. The last they were seen, he traveled up north, perhaps to take refuge in a gentler forest.

Keldorn kept his word. He remained with his family, becoming the father he never knew he could be. His wife delighted in the transformation she saw in her husband, and they renewed their love with a passion. Their children came to love their father, revering him, and finally sharing a relationship that they had longed for for years.

Alas, Keldorn?s life was cut short, Synora?s prayers never answered. It was said that Athkatla, prone to strife and power plays, had erupted into an inter-city war. Keldorn was needed, for precious few paladins knew enough of warfare to protect themselves and the city. He died in the service of Torm, and was honored by the local Temple. It was said that time-to-time, Keldorn was seen to appear to the faithful of Torm, guiding them back onto their paths of life.

Kyrian committed many deeds, all of them great and honorable. He was well loved by many people, honored by the elves and humans alike, and even a few dwarves dared to call him brother. Close to the passing of his life, Kyrian was approached by a monk of Candlekeep. He recorded all that Kyrian told him, and nearing the end of the tale, the monk dared to venture a question.

?What would you say is the greatest thing you had ever done?? the monk asked hesitantly.

Kyrian pondered that over for the longest moment. Then, softly, with a smile, ?Asking my wife to marry me.?

Granted, that would never be considered the greatest moment in Aber-Toril?s history, but it was in Kyrian?s. It was said the monk smiled, nodding his head, agreeing. Kyrian passed away into Arvandor shortly after that, and many honored his passing.

Kyrian had a good life, which was true. But he had said that it started not when he was born, but rather when he made the first venture into the unknown along side his foster father. He had traveled a great deal, faced many battles and confrontations, and met numerous famous people. And he never regretted it, and that was his legacy.

The end? No. There's still one more... Look for it soon! You'll hate me for it!

((Well.... it's an ending of sorts. Does that mean there won't be more tales of Synora and Kyrian? Goodness, no. There'll be more coming as soon as I get inspired with ideas. It's merely an ending for this tale.

Enjoy the final installment. I hope it's up to par.--Silverose))

The moonwarrior slowly walked down the tunnel, every part of her alert and ready for anything amiss. She had worked hard over the years to finally reach this moment of her life. It was one last duty to Evermeet, and then she would finally pass into Arvandor, to join her beloved Kyrian.

She loved her life, but the call to answer Arvandor had become too powerful to ignore. Synora had kept her promise to Kyrian, one of few that they had made over the years. He had sensed her determination to fulfill her service and only asked that she waited until they were all done with their lives. It was a promise she gladly kept.

Synora had loved her life with him. Their marriage had been an unusually passionate one, filled with dedication and fierce protectiveness of their children and their people. They had done well, considering. Already her eldest daughter waited nearby to respond to her mother?s call for help. The other four were off pursuing their own lives, doing notable service of their own.

The elfwoman had no regrets for what she was about to do. It was long in coming, she knew that. And her prey was clueless of her chase. It did not surprise her, truth be told. Over the years, she carefully collected clues and hints of her prey?s path, keeping her intention secret.

And now it was time to see her plan come to fruition. She would, at long last, have her revenge?and Evermeet would have its peace. And more importantly, there would be one less enemy of the elves out in the world of Aber-Toril. This time, it would be done by her hand and sword.

Synora felt her moonblade hum with righteous anger, and felt relieved that it agreed with her. The last thing she needed was to battle her own blade for the right of vengeance! After all, if a moonblade felt their wielder was going to slay innocents, it would not permit it, and she knew her prey was not innocent at all?especially if they made a pact with Lloth, goddess of the drow!

As if her thoughts summoned them, Synora spied the glowing red eyes of the drow. She lifted her moonblade, prepared to face them.

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Synora panted heavily as she finished off the last drow. She was no longer as young as she used to be, though elves did not age as human did. While her hair is streaked thoroughly with elven silver, and her face was lightly lined, she still had the lithesome body of her youth. She knew where the weariness was coming and begged off Arvandor for a little more time.

From the looks of the drow party that encountered her, she figured they were fleeing. It did not surprise her. She had joined an invading elven party from Evereska to destroy the tunnels near the elven city for their protection, but her reasons were different than the others. Her prey was here, and she had wrangled a promise from all of the elven warriors to leave her prey alone. They had done so at once; she was legendary among them, after all.

The moonwarrior continued down on her path, intent on catching her prey.

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It felt like it took her days to finally find her prey when in truth it was mere hours. She wound her way through the tunnels, passing through the hideous drow city, avoiding the ruined temple of Lloth. She wasn?t sure how she knew for certain, but she knew her prey was still around. They would hide from the invading elven party, knowing that they were too infamous to pass freely.

At long last she felt she had finally found her prey. Judging from the unusual golden webs, she judged the rumors correct. It would seem Lloth had rendered her revenge nicely, turning Synora?s prey into the only known golden drider. It was fitting, in a way. For turning against their people, they were punished into a hated form.

In the heart of a large cavern, lined and gilded with gold webs, sat her enemy. How appropriate that she would find him miserably weaving a web, the imagery of his desire for ?vengeance? upon the elven people. She felt confident that she would succeeded this day, and finally join her beloved Kyrian in Arvandor.

Calling upon Corellon Larethian and Sehahine Moonbow to guide her blade and to protect her as she brings her prey to justice, Synora raised her moonblade, her silver gaze glinting.

?Hello Kymil.?

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Many an elven bard and minstrel sang about that day. Of how Synora Moonshade had found the traitorous Kymil Nimesin and delivered elven justice to him. Many believed that when she passed into Arvandor, Corellon had bestowed a special honor upon her for her patience and for bringing Kymil to them for their own punishment for betraying the elven people.

Synora refused the honor, however. She merely asked Corellon to permit her to spend her afterlife with Kyrian. Exchanging smiles with Sehahine, his consort, Corellon gladly granted that request.

As she spied Kyrian smiling at her from afar, Synora felt her heart skip a beat, as always despite having been married for many centuries, and ran up to him. Her vengeance was done; her family safe and whole. She could rest now, knowing all was well.

Evermeet was safe from the traitor, Kymil Nimesin, at long last.

The End? For this tale, at least.