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please come enjoy the story, i started writing it out when i was back in highschool while i was in my phase of reading the forgotten realms series with that dark elf hunk Drizzt Do'Urden.. -drools-. so it would be MUCH appreciated for you guys not to continue the story and if you have any comments at all.. post it in bubble or ornate or watever other form as to not confused my story along with your thoughts and/or comments.. and so.. as a tribute to R.A. Salvatore, i begin my story. (I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes!)

~CPA
V.C.

Sonda'ar slipped his scimitar out of its sheath with ease, and ducked behind the nearest stacalite. A huge, shaggy animal came walking into the cavern still chewing on the remains of a soldier. With a final toss of its great head it gave a final snap of his massive jaw and swallowed the torso whole. Licking its lips, he advanced and started sniffing the air. Sonda'ar pressed himself against the cool, slick rock waiting for the perfect moment. Sliding his feet quietly side ways, he rounded the stacalite as the ganthore rounded the opposite side. The two were only inches apart, and Sando'or wondered why the creature hadn't picked up his scent yet. As he rounded and reached behind the beast, he took to his chance and leapt at its back.

As he soared through the air towards the ganthore, the animal spun on its hind legs and swiped a gnarled claw at Sando'or, bellowing a roar that rippled across Sando'or's skin.

Sando'or tucked quickly into a ball and accepted the blow. He flew across the cavern and was slammed onto the wall. Sando'or slid to the floor and landed lightly on the floor and snarled as pain shot through his legs and lower back. He ran at the creature, angered he fell for it's trap. He let out a war cry that ripped through his chest, the ganthore howled and bounded head on.

The walk back proved worthy of itself, after tossing the arteries aside, Sando'or was able to heal himself quickly, for the heart of ganthores are used for healing purposes. He caught a few small animals such as bats, rats, newts, insects and a few moss to bring back to his home and use as ingrediants for potions and meals. As he approched his city's gate a horn called out over gigantic stone doors. The doors, encrypted with a powerful spell to keep enemies out, had beautiful slender designs and gems decorating to help keep in the spell.
"Sando'or! Captain of Elbith Troops, reporting home!" Sando'or called out.

The mighty doors swung smoothly open to let him enter. Three guardsmen stood, readied with weapons and shields. As they saw the warrior step through they relaxed their muscles and stood at a more comfortable pose, sheathing thier weapons and lowering thier shields.

"Your men barely made it through, where are the rest?" one asked.
"Dead" replied Sando'or as he stepped briskly passed the three before they could strike up a conversation.

The only light in the City was from a gigantic garden in the tallest tower in the middle of the City. at the top of the tower was a gigantic dome where the garden grew beautifully, flourished with exotic flowers and a tiny pond. The flowers were stolen from the Land Above, and what gave this light away, were the wings of pixies and feariers that were captured. They fly around the dome, millions of them, all sorts of wonderous colors. Little chimes and bells could be heard when the people sleep from the converstions of these delicate little creatures. Sando'or's home was located near the tower, and found the noise quite disturbing. Even though it could be barely heard, he wasn't into the beauty the so called humans, the creatures from the Land Above, were. He thought it sickening. How many times has he thought how these people could live under the sun, with noise and not appreciate the darkness and silence, how you could easily sneak up on prey and dive in for the kill. The smell of fresh moss and dampness fills your lungs. No, he wasn't into the full out nature loving thing as humans were.

He entered his home and slammed the door shut. Tossing his bag filled with his gathered things onto a nearby table, he threw himself onto his bed. Rubbing his temples he sighed irritably and decided to sleep. His little home wasn't very comfortable and cozy, but it had what he needed; a warm bed with fur from past kills, a wooden table and chair, a map that ran along one wall and a counter that was built into the other wall for his tiny labratory. Before drifting off into sleep, Sando'or untied his belt and laid his scimitar in the small space between his bed and wall where it would be out of reach for anyone who tries to make a run with it, or turn it upon him.

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His dreams were odd, there was a room, maybe a prison cell. In that cell, shackled to the wall was a beautiful elven maiden. She was of the forest from the Land Above. She had long, silk blue hair. Her eyes were swollen purple, her faced bruised yellow. Under all that uglyness he saw a scatter of freckles dotting her cheeks. Her slender body layed cluttered on the floor, her arms being held up from the shackles. She wore barely nothing, a piece of cloth covered her lower part, a furred top was ripped to shreads to reveal small tender breasts.

She looked up and stared directly at Sando'or. Her eyes were a magnificent blue, bluer than the stones which dotted his blade. Her neck was red with whip lashes, a cut curved down from her left temple all the way to her jawline. She seemed to be saying something, her voice was weak and she whispered so low. Sando'or tried to get closer to hear but was blocked off by something. A power of some sort seemed to be blocking his way and he couldn't get through.

Sando'or.. San.. do'or..

A young clear voice called to him. He tried to respond. He whirled as he felt a hand clap onto his shoulder.

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"OW!" Gitspu staggered back and clung his bleeding nose. "I came to wake you! What was that for?!" the young elf asked as he stole a cloth from the table and stuck it upon his nose.
"Never touch me when I sleep" Sando'or said briskly as he sat up and grabbed his scimitar, trying to hide his embarressement.

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Reaching the doors to the mansion, Sando'or stopped and let Gitspu walk on to knock for him, using the iron door knockes, engraved with beautiful vines and leaves. Gitspu's long forest green hair was tied back in a tight pony tail. his eyes flashed golden with red strikes through the pupil. He was handsome for a mixed race, baring the features of the forest elf and the muscles and posture of his human father, many of the girls of lower families seeked his attention.

Gitspu stood back behind Sando'or to let him walk through. Once inside, they each took a piece of smooth, colored stone which they put into thier mouthes. The stone melted away into a wonderful flavoured liquid and drained into their veins. These stones were made so whomever consumed them wouldn't be able to tell lies to the lord and his family. If thus does happen, the liquid would boil and the consumer would writhe in pain until confessing his lie. If they don't however, the heart would eventually cook itself from the inside and the consumer dies a painful death.



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Gitspu hated coming to the Mansion, and he hated the wonderful tasting stones they swallowed everytime. He was afraid to accidently lie and burn his insides out. But following Sando'or he reassured himself all will be well. He knew that once inside the Mansion, Sando'or would do all the talking.

They entered the main chamber where his lordship sat, being fed by one of the beautiful elven slaves. How he wished he lived up on the Land of Above. He kept this thought to himself however, for he knew Sando'or would beat him mercilessly. When Gitspu questioned him when he was younger, Sando'or seemed to spat the answers out, hating the Land of Above. But every slave he ever had the chance to speak to would tell him wonderful stories and sing him songs and lullabies that he would only sing when he was away from Sando'or. He loved hearing about the different creatures that roamed the lands and most of all, he loved the sun. A giant ball of fire which shone high and mighty in the sky, warming the lands and growing the plants and trees. He wished very much to see the above lands one day.

Letting out giggles, Maleen embraced Gitsu happily and he settled her down. Taking his hand she led the way to where the slaves normally would work in thier little homes buitl in cells under ground below the mansion. All the slaves glanced around nervously as they saw Gitspu wandering the halls being led by a fellow slave, hoping these would one day stop, fearing the consequences they would ALL go through if they were to be caught.

Leading him to her work station in the kitchen she fed him all kinds of desserts, stuffing more into his mouth before who finish the first mouthfull. As he tried swallowing, she put some little cakes and treats into a leather pouch for him to string around his waist with his purse to blend in easily.

Gitspu loved Maleen dearly and would do anything to find the one who cut her toungue. The poor girl had answered back to his Lordship the day she and her sisters were captured. As a penalty, one of the guardsmen hacked off her tounge with thier dagger and fed it to the timber wolves his Lordship kept as pets. His heart pounded in his chest when he gazed into her loving eyes, knowing that she too loved him, but to hear those words escape her lips will be a wish never granted. Her eyes, as golden as the sun. sparkled with excitement and her smile spread warmth through his body. He ran his fingers through her short, shaven hair, the color of rich brown. He lean down and kissed her cherry lips, ever so softly and held her face with his hand.
'' I must be off before the two return'' Gitspu whispered softly. Maleen nodded and hugged him before leading him back up into the main chamber where Gitspu gave his love a final kiss and sprinted back quietly to where he was and knelt as he did before. He glanced up one last time to send a wink her way and bowed his head just as the two men returned from thier meeting.

I don't mean to put a break in the writing here...but I really like your story so far. Just wanted you to know that.