Legends of Belariath

Cleo`thina

Through the streets of the Underdark, as low fires barely lit the forever dark floors, death rose and scatterd through with immense pleasure. Male slaves sacrificed for Lolth, or a Matron Mothers pleasure, sister killing sister for a better seat closer to there Mother. One fearful day, like any in the dark city a scream rippped the air. A scream of pain so loud many would think death has come to somone by a slow burning death. People walked through the streets normally however, this thing was not unusual to here in this city, nor would anyone care if it was uncommon, there throats remain whole and thats there main concern. On that day, night or morning, it was unkown to the ones below, nor would they care what of the sun outside, a odd and strange thing happend, something so diffrent it was considerd a sign from Lolth. A 900 year old Matron Mother.... gave birth... . Priestess's from Lolth temples came to examine the strange unexpected baby, and for many weeks payed close attention to her. During the weeks arguments rose as to what this meant, the examinations of the young infants body never ceased, and soon duels between priestess's arose, murders stirred in the Matron Mothers fort. When the secret battle ended with bood spilled to paint the stones, much to the Matron Mothers joy, the baby was taken by one temple and the baby represented to a large mass of drow eager to know about this strange infant. In one word the crowd roared and screamed, swords were raised and fists shook, threats layen and murder said. The temple put the baby and with a raise of a mighty poisend dagger the priestess said it once more so all the crowd would stop arguing and simply uderstand.... with a raised voice the Priestess shouted out.... "Impure"!!

This meant sure death for the infant, and arguments about it being a sign if they should kill off every last inbred wherever they live ran out into the crowd. It did not take the crowd long to yell out together. "To death with the hidious abomination!" If only many people in the crowd knew they were speaking there last words. Explosions rang through the crowd, arrows flying skillfully through the air into the heads and throats of the Priestess's near there altar. A battle waged, people screamed, the dark floors sparkled red under the burning buildings. All was known was that a near city expected the large crowd unpreapred, and took advantage with enthusiasm. Confusion over took the Underdark that day, but that is not to concern the history of this infant.

A warm evning passed over the forest, large trees loomed over the appending forest. On closer look by a trained eye these turn out not to be trees, but watch towers for the area was well known to have a secret large entrance to the Underdark.. A merry tune was heard that evening as the sky shone gold, brown was seen through leaves and many of the guards about smiled and nodded to the tune as it was well known, well ehard, and well enjoyed. Merry was the tune, but oddly enough it stopped. For the tunes father was suprised and in shock. There in bushes in front of him lay a baby, bundled in a pure black cloak. He was not sure what to think of this, the father of the merry tune, and bent his stumpy knees to take a closer look. The baby looked at him with a sad look, which instantly left as soon as the baby got hold of his long brown growing honor. He could not help but smile and pick up the baby looking at it. Wondering what it was doing here until it hit him, the baby was black, as many of the humans around were.... but its ears long and tall, its hair, pure white as a unicorns main, and eyes, red as the setting sun. He sighed deeply knowing well what procedure was to be taken with the Dark Skins children. He slowly walked through the forest , towards his home of mirth. However that evvening another note did not fly though the air, mirth was not seen, the last sounds to hit the evening sky was the crying of a infant.

Many years passed after that evning, such a small meaningless time in a creature which seems to die not of age but because it gives up on life to finally rest from the long years. A second within the life of a normal person, yet it floods his mind still to this day, his house empty of wife, his house once more full of mirth. He just sits in his chair with his pipe and mug and sits thinking...." What if it turned diffrently and I had not found her.... my axe would of never raised over her". He sits there sitting smoking his pipe, ashes slightely covering his curly beard, humming to himself the well known tune that has stayed with him for many centuries. "Oh cmon, stop drinking all this seasons brew, you know how "merry" you get with enough of that stuff". The darf mutters at the ebony cskinned girl entering the room, and then smiles at her as she puts a new tray of food and ale down. She punches his arm playfully after setting the tray and walks in front of him, looking down at him with loving eyes. Before the short one stands a well figured girl seeming to be the age of 17. Her hair is just reaching her shoulders, her build is beautifel and rather muscular form a girl. Pointed ears stick out of the sea of long wavy snow. Her bust rather large, pushing against her black cloth rap on top. Her waist slim and holds signs of her being athletic or hard working. Her arms look rather thick... for her species and look as muscular as a strong , yet her skin seems silky soft and tender to touch. Her hips are well shaped and curves obvious under her thigh rap on black cloth skirt. Her thighs and legs though attractive and alluring seem to be well toned, making it obvious that she is not one to sit around.

"Father... its time". The old creature looks up at the girl with glassy rather worried looking eyes."No, it cannot be.... what has happend to the peace youve made with the village?" The night gew upon them as they talked. The night turned strange, and in the morning when guards ran to the village after sounds of fighting, they passed by Cleo. Her eyes were red and moist, her body cut and bruised. The village was simply suspected to be overun by Drow and was added to the quarantine area, soon to get off the list. However the village was never the same... how no one could explain, but the truth only Cleo knows, and the truth is not in this story cause the truth is dug so deep into her mind , no story teller , no pen of magic can tell of what the secret is.... so well hidden...

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