E-Wing's Fanfic Stories

[E-Wing]

here's the fanfics i said i'd post. the first one is a Forgotten Realms fanfic based off of RA's Dark Elf's Home land.
*this contains material from Homeland by R.A. Salvatore
**the characters and places: Drizzt, Zaknafein, Matron Malice, Briza, Maya, Verna, Kelnozz, Hatch'net, the Academy, and Menzoberranzan aren't mine. the characters and places: Yanyar, Mark, Queen Adi, and Silverwaters are mine.

Chapter 1
Playing in the woods near her house, a five year girl giggles as her twin brother walks past her hiding spot as they play a game of hide-n-seek. He turns and opens up the bush his sister’s hiding behind. As they laugh, the brother chases his sister, an unseen threat grows close to their home. At long last, the twins head back as it grows dark; but stop when they don’t see candle light in the window. Leaving his sister, the boy heads for the house. From her hiding place, the girl sees a dark figure come out and cut him down. Unknown to her, another dark figure comes up behind her and simultaneously puts one hand over her mouth and an arm around her waist.
“Please, don’t struggle,” the figure said an in unknown language.
The girl stops squirming to escape and waits.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you; nor will any one else.”
The figure lets her go and meets up with the first with her as a shadow. The first doesn’t question the five year shadow as they start walking. Walking throughout the night, the five year stumbles from lack of sleep. The figure who had stopped her turns back and picks her up in his arms.

Several years later
Walking through the house to the anteroom, Yanyar finds her brother, Drizzt, speaking with Matron Malice. For years, Yanyar have spent many hours cleaning the chapel and serving the family as page prince with Drizzt, working as a team. Stepping into the room, Yanyar’s pushed out of the way by Vierna accompanied by Zaknafein, the house’s weapon master. She knows not to push back as she joins the group. Standing out against the ebony-skinned drow, dark elves, Yanyar has become a noble of House Do’Urden. During her life in the house, the only one who had really served as protector to her was Zaknafein.
She watches Zak toss coins at her brother, seeing that he’s a fighter. Not wanting to be separated from the other half the team Yanyar spoke up.
“May I try?”
A dangerous step, Yanyar waited for the sting of a snake headed whip, but felt none. All of a sudden, a wave of coins fly toward her; and in a blink of an eye, Yanyar opens her hands to she had caught all but one.
“Good, but not good enough,” Matron Malice said. Yanyar opens her mouth and shows the missing coin in her teeth; everyone’s taken by surprise.
“Like her brother.”
“She shall become a priestess.”
“No. I wish to become a fighter,” Yanyar said, putting up a defense.
Matron Malice eyes her and Briza lays a hand on her whip.
“Yanyar, it’s an honor to become a priestess.”
“And it’s an honor to become a fighter. Everyone has their place; and my place is as a fighter. Please, Matron Malice, allow me to become a fighter.”
Matron Malice thinks for several tense minutes before nodding; allowing Yanyar to smile. She follows Drizzt and Zaknafein to the training hall. She learned early on just by listening to her three older sisters to call Malice Matron Malice. Zak explained the three doors; one leading to the balcony, one to the tactics room, and the last to Zak’s private room. He leaves the siblings to look over the weapons. Yanyar picks up one of two pairs of scimitars and gives them a good twirl as Drizzt picks up the other pair.

As time goes on, Drizzt and Yanyar train with Zak and given the chance, spar against each other. One night after an intense day of training, Yanyar walks out onto the balcony and can barely make out the heat of Narbondel; the city’s clock. Though she’s lived in the city for years, Yanyar’s eyes have slowly become accustomed to seeing in the dark. They have allowed her to see in the infravision, like the drow. Though a surface-dweller, a colnbluth, drow for non-drow, by birth, Yanyar has grown up in the Underdark, learning along the way.
Drizzt walks out next to his pale-skinned sister and leans on the balcony, putting weight on his forearms. They’ve grown up working as a team, both working under the threat of being hit with one of their sisters’ whips. Though a female, Yanyar has been ranked among the males of the drow society for reasons beyond her.
“Three years,” Drizzt said, breaking the silence. “We’ve been training for three years.”
“I lost count after six months. Has it really been three years?”
“So I’ve kept track.”
Yanyar shivers; despite the entire Underdark being hot.
“I’m going to bed,” Yanyar says, yawning.
She walks into the training hall and heads for the spot on the floor she calls her bed.
“Why don’t you take the bedroll tonight,” Drizzt said, motioning to the mattress. “It’s got to be better than the floor.”
Yanyar’s fast asleep before her brother made the offer. He lets her sleep as he lays down himself. The next day, Matron Malice pays the trio a visit. Zak tells her that the both of them are fine fighters; and that the Academy hasn’t seen such finer swordsmen.
“Show her, warriors.”
Both Drizzt and Yanyar don’t know what to make of what Zak said. Zak and Drizzt start battling; Zak’s foot making contact with Drizzt’s nose. He lights Yanyar up with faerie fire and Drizzt drops a globe of darkness over them. After several moment, Drizzt falls to the floor, unconscious and Yanyar’s a few feet away; pretending to be unconscious.
“They’re ready,” she hears Malice say before they leave. Yanyar gets up, grabs a rag, and starts cleaning the blood off of Drizzt’s face.

Rushing through the city, both Drizzt and Yanyar wonder what’s going on.
“Will there be no lesson,” Yanyar asked.
“Not the kind you have in mind.”
The Do’Urden party arrives at the gates of House Teken’duis; who was unsuccessful in the previous night’s raid.
“House Teken’duis has angered the Spider Queen,” Matron Baenre said, her voice amplified by magic.
“Because they failed,” Zak told the two.
Three young noble children were left by the raiding house; alive to accuse the house. Drizzt and Yanyar look on in disbelief that this passes as justice as House Teken’duis is destroyed.

Sparring in the training hall, Drizzt and Yanyar hear Matron Malice, Briza, Maya, and a male drow.
“We have a test for Drizzt,” Malice said. “A simple task necessary for your acceptance into Melee-Magthere.”
Yanyar had gone through a similar test a few days ago, cutting down a drow warrior. And for that, she got the complete outfit of a Do’Urden noble; complete with new boots that fit to her feet. Now, Drizzt’s given the same.
“This is Byuhyuch, my champion,” Maya said.
“The gifts must be earned,” Malice said.
Yanyar steps away from Drizzt as the drow warrior charges at him. After a few minutes, Drizzt had the drow on his back, a tip of a scimitar to his neck. With Malice and Briza yelling at him, Drizzt kills Byuchyuch. Maya steps up to face her brother when Yanyar steps in front of her.
“No, Maya. No more fighting.”
Maya glares at Yanyar before the three of them leave. After they left, Yanyar half turns and looks at Drizzt.
“That took courage.”
“I know Maya. We’re a team, Driz.”
Drizzt walks out onto the balcony followed by Yanyar. Drizzt looks at his pale-skinned sister, who smiles at him.
“I’ll let you think. I still need to clean my scimitars,” Yanyar says, walking back into the hall.
I know we’re a team,” Drizzt says, picking up his weapons and sits down next to Yanyar.
“But the Academy…”
“How many times have I told you not to worry about me?”
“You’re my younger sister, I’m suppose to worry about you,” Drizzt said, ruffling up Yanyar’s dark brown, almost black, shoulder length hair.
Yanyar smile and was ready to playfully push Drizzt when Zak walked in. Drizzt stands and Zak came at him with cuts and stabs that instantly put the younger drow on the defensive.
“Have you heard the screams of dying children,” Zak asked as the two battled. “How loud, those screams. They echo over time.”
Zak stopped and opened his arms, inviting Drizzt to kill him.
“You hesitate. This is your chance to make your name. A single thrust and you will send a reputation into the Academy before you. Other students, even masters, will whisper your name as you pass. “Drizzt Do’Urden,” they will say. “The boy who slew the most honored weapon master in all of Mezoberranzan.” Is this not what you desire?”
“Damn you,” Drizzt spat, making no move to attack?”
“Drow warrior? Don’t be so quick to claim a title you can’t understand.”
Drizzt attacked in a fury Yanyar has never seen before. Minutes go by before there’s a bright flash of light, temporarily blinding Drizzt and Yanyar. Yanyar’s the first to recover front eh attack to see her brother on his knees and Zak about to strike.
“Treachery,” she yells, stepping between the two.
“Do you so hate to lose,” Drizzt said, still on his knees and recovering from the light.
“To lose is to die. You can win a thousand fights, but you can only lose one.”
“It’s your way,” Yanyar said.
“It’s our way.”
“You would have killed me.”
“But I did not. Both of you are to go to the Academy.”
Zak turns and leaves as Yanyar helps her brother to his feet, supporting him.
“He could have killed you,” he said.
“But he didn’t.”
There’s a silence between them only they can understand. Three years they have spent in the training hall together; learning, living. Now they’ don’t know what’s going to happen. Yanyar yawns and smiles at Drizzt before walking over to her area of the floors that’s served as her bed.
“Why don’t you take the cot,” Drizzt said.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
Yanyar heads for the cot as Drizzt picks a spot to sleep. They fall asleep within minutes.
The next morning, Dinin comes for his siblings. Both wearing the clothes of a noble, Yanyar and Drizzt walk into the Academy’s compound. Among the twenty-five or so students, several were nobles.
“My greetings,” came a voice behind them. They turn to see another novice.
“Kelnozz of House Kenafin, fifteenth house.”
“I’m Drizzt Do’Urden. And this is my brother, Yanyar Do’Urden of Daermon N’a’shezbaernon House Do’Urden, ninth house.”
Yanyar didn’t argue when Drizzt said that she’s his brother. Zak had woke her in the middle of the night to tell her of the dangers she might face if they find out she’s a female enrolled in Melee-Magthere. Yanyar feels some one shaking her, trying to wake her. Opening her eyes, she sees Zak crouching there.
“I need to talk to you.”
Yanyar gets up and follows Zak out onto the balcony. She’s known the dangers of the city for years; but not of the Academy.
“I told Drizzt when he introduces her, to call you his brother. It’s dangerous for a female, unless they’re training to become priestesses, to be in Melee-Magthere.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Not if they catch you. But I believe Matron Malice has spread the word to the masters about you.”
Yanyar nods, taking in the warning. Zak had vowed to protect her the best way he could; but that vow won’t do her any good in Melee-Magthere.
“Noble, I’m honored,” Kelnozz said, doing a low bow.
Yanyar smiled a bit, obviously sharing her brother’s thought. When the masters appeared, they were herded down a few halls and into an oval room.
“Stand or sit as you will,” a master said. “I’m Hatch’net, the master of Lore. This room will be your hall of instruction for fifty cycles of Narbondel. You will bring no weapons. To this place.”
Hatch’net paces the room and says, “you are drow. Do you know what that means? Do you know where you come from, and the history of our people? Menzoberranzan was not always our home, nor was any other cavern of the Underdark. Once we walked the surface.”
He spun and came right up in Yanyar’s face.
“Do you know of the surface?”
Yanyar shakes her head. Hatch’net continues the tale. It goes of day after day; every race getting attacked. With their duties outside Hatch’net’s lessons left little time for the students to mingle or rest. Late one night, Yanyar lies on her bedroll, trying to remember anything of the surface. Having only been five at the time when she left, Yanyar can’t remember anything of that last day. Drizzt walks over and sits down next to her.
“What is it?”
“Trying to remember what the surface is really like; before I can here.”
“Maybe we’ll go there one day.”
Yanyar looks at Drizzt, her ebony-skinned brother, and smiles. Throughout her life in House Do’Urden, despite the years of being page prince, the same title she shared with Drizzt, and training with Zaknafein, Yanyar was treated like a male by her sisters and Matron Malice. Zak and Drizzt were and are the only two who treat her like an equal.
“You really think so?”
“Why not?”
Drizzt leans in to whisper.
“In fact, I mean to leave when we graduate. I want you to come with me.”
Yanyar gave Drizzt a “you’ve got be kidding. Break you the team,” look.

Year later, the two return to House Do’Urden; both graduated with top honors. In her chamber, Yanyar listens to the conversation between Zaknafein and Rizzen; the current patron of the house. It was Zak who had protected her when she was five. Now Rizzen sense that Zaknafein can’t protect her.
“Zak, you can’t protect her any more; you know that.”
Rizzen bursts into Yanyar’s chamber to see the tip of a scimitar at his throat. Zak walks in to see Yanyar standing there, half smiling.
“I’ve been trained by Zaknafein. No matter what you do, I will always be protected. Now, leave,” Yanyar lowers her scimitar. Though she’s treated like a male by the priestesses some times, the males treat her like a priestess. Rizzen and Zak both turn to leave, but Yanyar puts a hand on Zak’s shoulder, stopping him. Closing the door, Yanyar puts her scimitar back in its sheath.
“Thanks for standing up for me.”
“You did that yourself.”
“Drizzt and I were talking about leaving Menzoberranzan after our first patron in two days.”
The news didn’t surprise Zaknafein. He had saved Yanyar from House Baenre’s weapon master years ago on the surface; and also is Drizzt’s father. Yanyar had a taste of the surface and the freedom it gave; and had known nothing except the prison called Menzoberranzan. Zak nods, knowing that the two will watch over each other. Yanyar knows she can trust Zak; she had during the years of training before going to Melee-Magthere.

Two days later, as their patrol heads back to the city, Drizzt and Yanyar hide amidst of some rocks and waits until the heat of the patrol has cooled. In all the years living in the dark, Yanyar has gained introversion, which no other human has. Moving from their hiding place, the two move off down the tunnel away from Menzoberranzan.

[E-Wing]

Chapter 2
As the days pass, Yanyar takes them closer to the surface. They emerge to see the sun setting. Sitting inside the cave, Yanyar yawns; both having not have slept in two days. Resting her head on pack, Yanyar falls asleep with Drizzt taking watch.
In the morning, the two head out into the surface world. Yanyar’s the first to have her eyes adjust to the growing light. Looking around, she sees the old footprints made by two dark elves.
“This way.”
Following the trail, they arrive at Yanyar’s old house, including the skeletons of her parents. Looking around, Yanyar doesn’t see her twin’s skeleton; she looks around frantically.
“Where is it?”
“What?”
“My twin brother’s skeleton.”
Drizzt gives her a confused look.
“Don’t give me that look.”
Watching them in the nearby woods, a human male, about Drizzt and Yanyar’s age, wonders why a drow would be on the surface. Grabbing his sword, he runs out of the bush to find a scimitar held out by Drizzt, who’s holding Yanyar back behind him.
“Who are you, dark elf,” the make asked in the common tongue. Drizzt looks at Yanyar, who shrugs. She had barely learned the common tongue when she left the surface.
“I think he wants to know who we are,” Yanyar said.
“Can you…”
Yanyar nods, knowing what he means. In her best common tongue, Yanyar says, “I’m Yanyar Do’Urden. And this is my brother, Drizzt Do’Urden.”
“A drow? You have no place here. Go back to the Underdark.”
“We left the Underdark.”
The human looks at Yanyar, like he remembers her. He was knocked unconscious when he was five. And when he woke, he couldn’t find his sister.
“I’m Mark.”
Drizzt keeps his scimitar up as Yanyar comes out from his protective cover and faces Mark, looking at him before turning and leaving.
“Drizzt.”
He turns and follows his sister, putting his scimitar away. Mark stands there, watching them walk away. He runs after them.
“Wait, let me come with you.”
Yanyar puts a hands on Drizzt’s shoulder, making him relax as she faces Mark.
“Why?”
“You’ll need a guide. And it’s a sure bet no one else will be willing.”
Yanyar translated for Drizzt, who nods at Mark’s offer.
“Fine; but don’t get too comfortable.”
Mark takes the lead with Drizzt and Yanyar following. As they stop for the night, Mark starts a fire as Drizzt and Yanyar sit off in the darkness; allowing their eyes fall into the infravision spectrum.
“Yanyar, I don’t trust them.”
“Neither do I. But we need a guide; and things have changed.”
Drizzt looks back at Mark, who’s still trying to get to get a fire going. Ever since they left Menzoberranzan, Drizzt hasn’t had the chance to make his sister laugh. Yanyar looks over at him to see him thrashing about, trying to put the fire out. She laughs at the sight. They knew faerie fire’s harmless, but why bother telling Mark about that. Finally, the fire goes out, and Mark’s out of breath. He looks over at the odd pair of siblings and shakes his head. In the years he’s been looking for his sister, never once did Mark have thought about the Underdark.
“Hey, Mark. Forget the fire,” Yanyar says.
As Mark and Drizzt fall asleep, Yanyar takes watch; knowing the light from the faerie fire may have given their position away. Several hours later, Drizzt wakes to see Yanyar still up, sitting by a tree. He gets up, walks over, and sits down next to her.
“You still up?”
“Yeah; couldn’t sleep.”
Drizzt looks at Yanyar to see a look of thought. It’s a look he’s all too familiar with; since their first lesson in the Academy.
“After all these years, I never thought I’d see the surface again.”
Drizzt puts a hand on Yanyar’s shoulder, trying to reassure her; she doesn’t stir from the touch. When she had looked at Mark, Yanyar knew he’s her brother she thought was dead. Drizzt knew that and was there for her.
“Please try and sleep,” Drizzt said, breaking the silence. “I’ll take watch.”
Yanyar knew what he meant. Yanyar rests her head on Drizzt’s shoulder, using it as a pillow. He leans back on the tree and puts an arm around Yanyar’s shoulders. From where he lies, Mark sees that and feels the need to go protect Yanyar by separating her and Drizzt. Mark grew up not trusting anyone and not staying in one place for very long. He doesn’t trust himself at times. Having had been captured and sold as a slave for a few months, he still has scars from being whipped; including one going across his face. Putting his head down, Mark falls asleep.
Waking a little before dawn, Yanyar finds both Drizzt and Mark still sleeping. Letting her eyes slip into the infravision, she heads off and waits for the sunrise. Mark wakes to see his sister’s form move off. Getting up, he follows her. Hearing Mark, Yanyar ducks behind some bushes and waits. Mark comes into the area, being watched by Yanyar. With practice in the grand melee, Yanyar has perfected the art the drow have centuries before.
“I know you’re here, Yanyar,” Mark calls. “Your days with the drow is numbered. He can’t be trusted.”
“Nor can you,” Yanyar called back.
“You believe you’re more powerful than I am; you’re not. You’re a human, not a drow.”
“I may not be a drow, but I’m faster than you.”
“Would you like to prove that,” Mark said, closing in on Yanyar to see a scimitar in his face. Yanyar smiles as Mark sighs.
“Now,” Yanyar said, putting her scimitar away. “Let’s go get Drizzt and be on our way.”
Yanyar walks away and heads back to find Drizzt waking. Mark takes the lead again, but insisted Yanyar walk with him. It’s like this for many days, Mark leading the two with Yanyar unwilling by his side. A few weeks later, they arrive at Silverwaters; a town with a royal family who rules over the town. Walking the streets, Drizzt and Yanyar are in disbelief to see a town unlike Menzoberranzan.
Walking up to the palace, the trio’s allowed inside. An escort of palace guards surround them as they head for the throne room. Once there, they’re announced and they walk in. Once they’re closer to the queen, for the king had died in battle. Mark bows, signaling the other two to do it as well.
“Mark, welcome back.”
“Thank you, Your Highness. May I introduce…”
“I’m well aware of these two. News travels fast.”
The queen stands and walks down to the two siblings.
“The two who left the drow city; yes I know of the drow. Come, I wish to speak with you two privately.”
The queen heads for a private room off to a side with the trio following her. Mark closes the door; allowing for complete privacy.
“Now, tell me. What brings you two to Silver Waters,” the queen asks, sitting down.
“Mainly a place to stay,” Yanyar said, sitting down with Drizzt next to her.
“We’ve been gone, maybe a few weeks.”
She looks at Drizzt, translate, who nods, agreeing with what she said.
“You have a good command of the common tongue for one who spent the past few decades with the drow,” the queen said.
“Thank you, Your Highness. There’s very few in Menzoberranzan who can speak the language.”
Hours later, Drizzt and Yanyar are being shown around by Mark. As they walk into a courtyard where there’s farmers and shoppers, a raging man runs in, cutting down any one, and anything, he sees. Mark dodges for covers as the man heads for the trio. Drizzt throws Yanyar to the ground and pulls out a scimitar in a flash. When Yanyar looks up, she sees Drizzt holding the scimitar at the now petrified man. A silent truce is made between the two and the former raging man walks away. Drizzt puts his scimitar away, walks over and helps Yanyar up. She accepts the help and when Mark comes out of hiding, Drizzt’s inspecting a bruise on her arm from when he had thrown her to the ground.
“You should get that checked out,” he said.
“I’ve had worse,” Yanyar replied.
“I mean it. Queen Adi can heal it.”
“And I said I don’t need too, Mark,” Yanyar said, snapping at her twin.
At the end of the day, Drizzt and Yanyar are shown to their room. It’s adorned with tapestries and curtains that show that they’re guests of the royal family. There’s two bed with thick comfortable covers that have been placed in the large room for them. An adjoining bathroom has a large bath with different soups. Walking out onto the balcony, Yanyar looks out over the town, rubbing her hand over her bruise. Drizzt walks out and stands next to his sister. During their travel to Silverwaters, Drizzt has come to terms with Yanyar finding her twin brother and will gladly step away as her brother. Yanyar looks over at Drizzt, who looks away. She playfully bumps him; and when he looks at her, she’s smiling.
“What was that for?”
“You not in the mood to play?”
“No,” Drizzt said with a resigning sigh.
Yanyar now takes on a serious face and faces the one who’s been her brother for so long.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.”
Drizzt turns and walks back into the chamber followed by Yanyar.
“You know I won’t leave you alone.”
“I don’t know what it is.
Yanyar nods and heads for the door. She needed to give him time to think. When Yanyar leaves, Drizzt pours cold water into the wash basin and using his hands, splashes the water onto his face.
“What’s happening to you, Drizzt,” he said to himself. “You used to tell her everything; right down to the number of whippings you got.”
A servant runs in, panting. The servant’s the only one who knows the drow language. He only needed to say fire and Yanyar to tell Drizzt what happened. He runs from the room, following the smoke to see Yanyar laying unconscious a few feet from the fire. Running over to her, Drizzt drops to his knees and rolls her onto her back, supporting her head. Before he could even really look at her, Drizzt sees servants take her from him. He follows them to Queen Adi’s chamber, where he’s stopped.
“Queen Adi will tend to her,” the guard says.
Drizzt turns and walks away, not knowing that he’s been watched by Mark. Mark had planted the fire, knowing that one of the two will find it. Mark comes out of the shadows and heads for his own chamber.
“She’s not dead,” a voice behind him said, making him jump.
“I know. But from what I saw, she will be,” Mark said, sitting down in the only cushioned chair in the room, leaving the assassin the other one.
“And if I recall correctly, you were to kill the drow, but you didn’t.”
“Is your knowledge of the drow so small, you don’t know how well trained they are? Even your sister’s trained in the drow fighting skills; even you can’t deny that.”
Mark thinks, going back to the day she had hid in some bushes and had a scimitar to his throat; now he realizes that Connan’s right.
“So, what now?”
“If everything worked, nothing. But with Yanyar injured by the fire, there’s a possibility that Drizzt will leave.”

In Queen Adi’s waiting room, Drizzt paces, waiting for news about Yanyar. He knew he should be in there, but wouldn’t interrupt Queen Adi. At long last, she appears at the door, looking exhausted.
“I’ve done what I can for now. You may go in and see her.”
Drizzt walks into the chamber into the chamber to see Yanyar laying on the bed, eyes closed. To him, she looks like she’s at peace; like the fire never happened. At long last, Drizzt looks her her face. Her face, as well as any other exposed skin, has first and second degree burns. He sits down on the edge of the bed and gently takes her hand in his.
“Yanyar, I’m sorry.”
Drizzt looks around before looking back at Yanyar.
“I’ll be back, I promise.”
Drizzt lays Yanyar’s hand down and leaves the chamber. He goes through the palace and town, and into the wilderness until he’s overcome with exhaustion. With Yanyar in possible pain, he knows he needs to reach the city he left, but allows himself to sleep. At dawn, Drizzt continues toward the cave that will allow him to enter the Underdark. Days later, he reaches the cave and walks into the Underdark.

As Drizzt heads for Menzoberranzan, Queen Adi brings a large black cat into the chamber. The cat‘s, a panther, slick body and muscles ripple along it’s frame. The cat moves over to Yanyar, seeing how injured she is. Queen Adi stands off to a side, allowing the cat to inspect Yanyar. At long last, the cat lays down at the bedside, not leaving Yanyar’s side. Queen Adi nods and leaves the chamber, confident that Midnight will watch over Yanyar.

Drizzt walks into Menzoberranzan and heads for House Do’Urden. Levitating to the balcony, Drizzt heads for the training hall, hoping to find Zaknafein there. Hearing the familiar sound of metal hitting metal, he knows the weapon master’s there. Drizzt walks into the hall to see Zak finishing the training. The weapon master sees Drizzt at the door. He walks up to him to see in his eyes that’s something’s wrong.
“Where’s Verna,” Drizzt asks.
“The chapel, what is it?”
“Yanyar’s been injured by fired.”
Zak notices the urgency of Drizzt’s mission to the city. Together, they walk to the chapel to find Drizzt’s sister there. Drizzt walks in and Verna walks over.
“I need your help.”
“Where’s Yanyar?”
The look on Drizzt’s face tells Verna that the help he needs is with Yanyar. Quickly, Verna packs a bag with different items and a spell book. The trio heads to the balcony and levitate down. They know not to get caught as they left the city and entered the Underdark.

In Silverwaters, there’s still no change in Yanyar’s condition. With Midnight constantly by her side, Yanyar is still being healed by Queen Adi. Days later, Drizzt returns with Verna and Zak. Verna’s shown to Yanyar while both Drizzt and Zak wait in the outer chamber. Lat at night, Verna appears exhausted.
“I’ve done all I can for now.”
Drizzt looks at Zak, who nods his head, telling him that he could go in. Midnight raises her head as he opened the door and walks over. Sitting on the bed, Drizzt finds Yanyar sleeping. When he touches her, she opens her eyes to see him.
“I knew you’d come back.”
“I promised, didn’t I?”
Seeing a smile through the burned flesh, Drizzt returns the smile.
“Verna’s here, isn’t she?”
“I asked her to come and help.”
Yanyar looks away, not wanting Drizzt to see her cry. Drizzt puts an ebony hand to her face.
“I never knew I could feel like this; like I’ve never seen the sky before. I want to vanish inside your kiss. Everyday I’m loving you more and more. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing; telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I love you until the end of time.”
Yanyar looks back at Drizzt, who smiles. Now she knows that he loves her, and will always will.
“Sudden the world seem such a perfect place, it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste. It all revolves around you. There’s no mountain too high, no river too wide. Sing out this song, and I’ll be there by your side. Storm clouds may gather, and stars may collide. But I love you until the end of time,” Yanyar said.
Drizzt takes his hand and gently goes over Yanyar’s burns. Drizzt leans down and kisses her forehead. He stands and heads for the door to see Zak in the waiting room, smiling; they make eye contact.
“She needs you now more than ever,” Zak said.
“I know,” Drizzt said with a sigh.
“Then go back and be with her.”
Zak motioned back to the chamber. Drizzt turns back and walks back into the chamber. Standing there, Drizzt hears Zak close the door. Looking over Yanyar laying there, Drizzt knew that she needed his support now. He walks over and sits down on the bed and Midnight walks over, sits down, and rests her head on Drizzt’s knee. He takes her burned hand in his to see how the fire darken her skin, making it look like a drow’s skin.
As day grows into night, Verna comes in and finds both Midnight and Drizzt sleeping nearby. She quietly performs the healing on Yanyar and leaves. With a chilled night wind blowing in, Midnight wakes and sees Drizzt sleeping on the floor, shivering slightly. She walks over and lays down next to the dark elf. Midnight rests her head between her front legs.

[E-Wing]

Chapter 3
The next morning, Drizzt wakes to see Queen Adi applying salve to Yanyar’s burns. Getting up, Drizzt walks over next to her.
“She’ll be fine,” Adi said, putting a reassuring hand on the drow’s shoulder. The queen caps the salve and leaves; allowing Drizzt to sit down. He looks Yanyar over; her mind at peace while her body’s at turmoil. Reaching out, Drizzt feels the salve on Yanyar’s arm and a faint trace of heat that’s escaping from under the scars and burns. Yanyar opens her eyes at the touch.
“I was thinking about you,” she says.
“You were?”
“Yeah.”
Verna walks in, followed by Zak. Drizzt looks up to see a look he’s never seen on the high priestess. He stands and walks over to them.
“Lolth has seen what happened and has decided to help Yanyar. She even decided to bless her.”
Drizzt’s eyes open wide. Never in the history of Menzoberranzan has the Spider Queen have blessed a non-drow.

Several weeks have passed and Yanyar wakes before Drizzt and walks out onto the balcony and sees the sun just beginning to rise. Though she still has scars on her face, all of her others have disappeared. Yanyar doesn’t worry about how she looks. As the sun rises, Yanyar feels arms wrap around her waist. She doesn’t even flinch when she feels Drizzt rest his head against hers; for he’s at least a head taller than her. Standing there, they two enjoy this time with each other. Yanyar rests her head on Drizzt’s bare chest. As the sunrise colors fade, they pull away.
Walking back into the chamber, Drizzt grabs his shirt and puts it on as they leave the chamber. Walking through the corridors, the two hear Verna and Zak arguing. Yanyar smiles and shakes her head. Though she has blacken scars, Yanyar doesn’t even let a thought of how the two drow will act when they see her enter her mind.
“What is it this time,” she asks, walking up to them. They stop and look at her, Zak smiles as Verna steps up to Yanyar, who doesn’t step back. Yanyar stares right back until Verna looks away and Zak walks up to the couple.
“Brave.”
Yanyar smiles, knowing that she had placed herself among the female drow. Drizzt steps up and smiles.
“Drizzt, may I speak with you for a moment,” Zak said as a couple of servants passed by. Drizzt nodded and followed the weapon master a short distance away from Yanyar. They talk in hushed voices for a few minutes before Drizzt turns and walks away from Zak.
“Vel’bol ninde zhahus…” (What was that…)
“Naubol,” (nothing,) Drizzt said, interrupting Yanyar.
As the day fades into night, Yanyar’s standing on the balcony, shivering from the cold. Drizzt walks out of the bath, wearing his pants and rubbing his hand in his wet white hair. Drizzt grabs a blanket off the queen bed, walks out and wraps it around Yanyar’s shoulders. She takes the edges and pulls it close. Drizzt stands next to her, watching her shiver. He turns her to face him and wraps his arms around her. Yanyar allows him to surround her with his warmth. She rests her head on his chest, hearing his hear. She closes her eyes and smiles, enjoying the peace. Drizzt holds her there before realizing that she’s fallen asleep. He picks her up in his arms, walks into the chamber and lays her on the bed. He watches her chest rise and fall as she breathes, remembering the conversation he had earlier.
“You know living here on the surface will be difficult.”
“I do. But I believe that we can handle it.”
“We?”
“Yanyar and I.”
“Yanyar has been born a surface-dweller.“
And Beamer’s weapon master destroyed her family while you saved her,” Drizzt snapped. Zak fell silent, knowing that his son’s right. Drizzt turns and walks back to join Yanyar.
Drizzt stands and walks out onto the balcony. He had defended Yanyar against their mentor; but he didn’t defend her against the fire that had left her face scarred. He lowers his head before turning back to look at Yanyar. He knew that he cares for her, and he knew she felt the same. Walking back into the chamber, Drizzt lays down next to Yanyar and falls asleep.
The next morning, Yanyar wakes to find herself in Drizzt’s arms. She leans in and kisses him on his cheek, waking him. She smiles when he opens his eyes and looks at herm.
“Usstan ssinssrigg dos,” Drizzt said.
“I love you too.”
Drizzt puts a hand to Yanyar’s face, being gentle not to cause her any pain. Yanyar puts her hand on his, just feeling it against the roughness of her face. She finally gets up and gets dressed.
Walking through the corridors, arm in arm, Drizzt and Yanyar make their way to the main hall. Both Zak and Verna have come to terms that they’re becoming more than just friends. As the two near the hall, they find Zak waiting for them.
“Verna and I will be leaving tonight after the ceremony.”
“Ceremony? What ceremony,” Yanyar asked.
“You’ll find out tonight.”
Drizzt shrugs when Yanyar looks at him. Now, instead of going to the hall, Drizzt leads Yanyar to one of the gardens. In a secluded grove, Drizzt and Yanyar can spend some quiet time together for the first time in weeks. Yanyar has her arms bent and resting on his breasts and head resting on his chest. Drizzt wraps his arms around Yanyar and hold her close. They stand there in utter peace, knowing that nothing can interrupt that. But sounds filter through the corridors, loud sounds. They look up and try to decipher the source.
“Fire! Fire in the palace,” they finally hear. Yanyar takes a deep breath.
“Yanyar, we need to leave.”
She looks at him, with a look of surprise. Drizzt takes one of her hands and puts it to her face.
“Not again.”
Drizzt takes the same hand and they leave the garden and follow the flow of people out of the palace. Minutes later, everyone’s outside and watching a section the palace burn. Midnight comes up to the couple and sits down next to Yanyar, who unconscientiously puts a hand to her head. Drizzt puts an arm around her waist and holds her close. Verna walks up to them.
“Doer.” (Come.)
They follow the priestess away from the large group to find a large bonfire with Zak waiting there for them. Verna starts chanting to Lolth, calling her to the priestess. The fire grows and the form of a head appears. Yanyar fights the urge to run.
“Ussta ss’urn quaraval sharess,” (My graceful goddess) Verna said, bowing low. The head looks at Zak, Yanyar, and Drizzt, stopping at Yanyar; recognizing her as the one she blessed.
“Step forward, blessed one,” Lolth says.
Yanyar steps from Zak and Drizzt, facing Lolth.
“Do you know the reason you have been summoned?”
“Nau,” (No) Yanyar said bluntly.
“You have been summoned so you will receive the gracefulness of the drow. Step into the fire.”
Yanyar looked at the fire, eyes wide open.
“Do you not want…”
“I do. But I just recently recovered from being burned. I don’t wish to do so again.”
“The fire will not touch you; the word of a goddess.”
Yanyar steps into the fire and suddenly feels something inside her changing. The fire dances around her as the changes continue to grow to envelop her entire body. Time seems to be racing around Yanyar until she steps out of the fire a second later. Yanyar looks at her hands and arms to see that her skin is now ebony instead of that Underdark pale. She spins on a dime to see the head of Lolth looking at her.
“Why…”
“For you to have the grace of the drow, you must become a drow.”
Then, the head disappears, allowing the bonfire to die down to a small fire allowing Yanyar to see the others. Drizzt walks over to Yanyar and puts a hand to see if his eyes aren’t deceiving him. Yanyar looks into his lavender eyes, paying any one else no mind. Drizzt leans in and kisses Yanyar, hoping the person who walked into the fire is the same that’s now in front of him. Yanyar kisses back, telling him she’s still the same person. Zak motions to Verna for her to leave Yanyar and Drizzt. As Verna leaves, Zak picks up the water bucket and puts the fire out before leaving himself. As Zak leaves, Drizzt slowly pulls away and looks at Yanyar.
“Some how I knew it was you,” he said.
“It’s strange…”
“Shh, don’t speak.”
Drizzt puts his arms around her, holding her. As the night goes on, they take shelter in a dense group of tree. They rest on a tree, with Drizzt mainly resting on the tree and Yanyar using him to rest on. Yanyar’s arm is across his stomach and head resting on his shoulder, while Drizzt wraps an arm around her shoulders.
“Drizzt,” Yanyar said, breaking the silence. “Am I any different now that I’m a drow?”
“What are you talking about,” Drizzt said, taking his free hand and lifts Yanyar’s head so they’re looking at each other.
“You’re still Yanyar, no matter if you look like a drow. No matter what, you will always be Yanyar to me, not some drow.”
Drizzt leans in and kisses Yanyar, throwing all caution to the wind. As they kiss, Mark watches from a few feet away, hiding behind a tree. Now with his sister a complete drow, or looking like one, Mark has a more of an urge to separate the two. He comes out from hiding and starts toward Drizzt and Yanyar when a figure steps in his way. He looks at the face and sees nothing but blackness surrounded by white. He tries to get around, but the figure keeps himself between Mark and the couple. Mark finally gives up and heads back to the main group. Zak waits until he doesn’t see Mark before leaving.
The next morning, Drizzt and Yanyar join the palace group to help clean up the remains. As they help, Queen Adi watches them; seeing how they work as a team so easily. With the palace still standing, everyone’s thoughts of finding a new home disappeared. Everyone works through the day until there’s no light to work by.
Retiring to their chamber, Yanyar and Drizzt take turns washing the sweat from their bodies from the day’s work. Taking the blanket from the bed after her bath, Yanyar wraps it around her shoulders and walks out onto the balcony. She rubs her hand in her shoulder length white hair, trying to get any excess water out. Now that she’s a drow, Yanyar’s starting to think that she’ll start to become a drow instead a surface-dweller that’s survived. Drizzt walks into the chamber, drying his hair, to see Yanyar on the balcony. He walks out and puts his arms around her.
“You’re tense,” he said.
“Just thinking.”
Drizzt hugs her, wanting her to know that he’s there.
“Come inside. It’s getting cold.”
Drizzt lets Yanyar go and they walk inside; Drizzt closing the balcony curtains. Yanyar sits down on the bed as Drizzt finishes closing the curtains, putting the blanket into a pile. He walks over and sits down on the bed behind Yanyar. As he does, he starts rubbing her shoulders, relaxing her almost instantly. Yanyar slumps as he continues to message her shoulders and back. She leans back and feels Drizzt’s hands go over her body as she relaxes. Laying there, Yanyar puts her hand on Drizzt’s and sees how much they look alike now.

[E-Wing]

Chapter 4
A few months later, the area that was hit by the fire is now being rebuilt, and the two drow attend more and more audience meetings. One day after the audience meeting, Drizzt takes Yanyar aside, using the usual noise to ask her something.
“Yanyar, now that we’re here, I feel like I know you even more than before. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“You’re saying…”
“I want you to marry me.”
Yanyar lets that sink in before she gets a gleeful look on her face. She jumps and swings her arms around Drizzt’s neck as he catches her in mid jump. They kiss before Drizzt finally puts her down. The court members see the display and call for Queen Adi. She steps up and seeing the smiles on their faces, she knows what happened.
“It looks like we’ve got ourselves a wedding.”
In a flash, every single court member is racing about, starting the wedding plans for Yanyar and Drizzt.
“Everything will be taken care of,” Adi reassures the two.
They look at each other than back at Adi. They leave the hall and head for the town when they’re taken for fittings. As time goes on, growing closer to the wedding, Drizzt and Yanyar are spending their days apart helping with planning the big day. While they help with the wedding, Mark makes his own plans with Connan.
“Steal the bride? Are you insane? They’ll do an all out search for her.”
“And when they find her, she’ll be dead.”
“And how do you propose to do both?”
Mark smiles, knowing exactly what to do.

In their chamber, Yanyar watches Drizzt rough house with Midnight. Now completely comfortable with her new skin, Yanyar seems to be enjoying her time with Drizzt; but a question still lingers in her mind. With becoming a drow, was she granted the life span of the drow? Midnight nuzzles Yanyar’s hand, wanting her to pet her. She pets the panther and looks at Drizzt, who’s laying on his side, propped up on his hand.
“What is it,” he asks as Midnight lays down at the end of the bed.
“I was thinking now that I’m basically a drow, do I have the same life span?”
Drizzt sits up and faces her.
“Why wouldn’t you have it? Though I despise Lolth. I’m grateful for one thing she did.”
“What’s that?”
Drizzt stands, walks over and sits down next to her; resting on one hand and takes one of Yanyar’s hands in his other.
“She gave me the chance to live with you.”
Drizzt leans in and kisses Yanyar. She puts a hand to his chest and pushes him away.
“What?”
“It can wait.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know.”

Pulling out the spell book, Yanyar mouths the spell, saying it louder and louder every time. Being in a grove of trees, she knows that no one will interrupt her. When she finishes it, she looks into the bucket of water to see two water spouts come up and form two forms. She sees them holding something, but something suddenly covered her eyes didn’t give her the chance to see what it is. Yanyar struggles to get away as she’s dragged away. As she’s dragged away, Yanyar mouths a spell that will link her to House Do’Urden, knowing that metal alarms will be raised and the house will set out to find her.

In the chapel, Matron Malice suddenly calls for her daughters, Dinin, Zak, and Rizzen. Briza, Maya, and Verna felt Yanyar’s location spell and knew that Matron Malice felt it too.
“Something happened to Yanyar. There is no other reason for the spell activation. I want half our soldiers to go look for her.”

As House Do’Urden sets out to find Yanyar, Silverwaters does the same with Drizzt and Midnight in the lead. Drizzt felt Yanyar’s mind spell flare in his head. When they weren’t serving as page princes, Yanyar was taught the mental link spell; a spell rarely used. She was told that the spell is to only be used when she’s in dire need. Now’s that time; and with half Silverwaters’ men behind the drow and panther, Drizzt has confidence that he’ll rescue Yanyar and kill whoever took her. A few days later, while on patrol, Drizzt spots a figure heading for the Silverwaters camp. Drawing his scimitars, he heads for the figure, coming in from behind. As he goes in for the attack, a sword blocks it.
“Yanyar’s in trouble,” Drizzt said.
“Yes, I know. We have half the house soldiers.”
“As I have half of Silverwaters’ men.”
At dawn, the two forces meet, and guided by the nobles of House Do’Urden, march to find Yanyar.

Yanyar’s hands are unbound as she’s shoved into a small room. As she rips the blindfold off, the door’s closed and locked. Looking around, she sees it’s nothing but a small cave with a door shoved in the area. A few sheets and a thin mattress are at the far end of the cave; and with her scimitars gone, Yanyar sits down, resigning that she won’t get out of this one. But she concentrates on a spell that will link her to Drizzt, knowing that what she did see can help the forces. Immediately after she said the spell’s last word, Yanyar finds a mirror of sorts in front of her face; allowing her to use Drizzt’s eyes.

Drizzt stops, feeling something in his head.
“What is it?”
“Nothing. Let’s keep moving.”
Running up ahead, Drizzt spots something that has a ringing in his eyes. Yanyar pictures herself and raises her hand to the mirror, knowing that the cave system she’s in is close to the forces current position. Drizzt sees Yanyar in his mind, and knows that the ringing in his ears is due to her.
“Cheeky. Very cheeky.”
That night, as the two forces camp a few days away, Yanyar’s dragged out of her room and is beaten without question. As the first rays of the sun reach into the cave, Yanyar’s limp body’s dragged back into the small cave. A few days later, the drow and Silverwaters forces arrive. While they search out for those who captured Yanyar, Drizzt, left with a blurry vision of Yanyar’s spell, finds the cave door that holds her in the cave. Slowly opening it, he finds Yanyar laying on the bed, bloody and bruised. He rushes over, and going down on his knees, takes Yanyar gently in his arms. Yanyar opens her eyes, swollen as they are, to see Drizzt.
“Shh. No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eye fears, I’m here. Nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom, let day light dry your tears, I’m here beside you; to guard you and to guide you. Let me be your shelter, let me be your light. You’re safe, no one will find you; your fears are far behind you; let me take you from your solitude.”
Standing, with Yanyar in his arms, Drizzt heads out to find Mark and Connan tied up on their knees. Laying Yanyar down, and Verna kneels next to her, Drizzt draws a scimitar and cuts both throats without a thought. He walks back, sheathing his scimitar, and picks Yanyar up in his arms. The two forces leave the cave system, and each other, with a new found respect for the other as they head home. Arriving at the palace, Drizzt lays Yanyar down on their bed and starts tending to her wounds. Adi walks in to help, but Drizzt won’t let any one, including her, near Yanyar. Time goes on and Yanyar heals from her wounds.

[E-Wing]

Chapter 5
Waking some time later, Yanyar finds Drizzt messing around with Midnight. With nothing but bruises and a black eye, Yanyar props herself; using the head board to help. Midnight manages to tackle Drizzt, causing Yanyar to laugh. Drizzt looks over and manages to get out from under the panther, and walks over to her.
“How are you feeling?”
“Despite the obvious, fine.”
“That’s good.”
Drizzt puts a hand to Yanyar’s cheek and smiles.
“I saw something before I was captured. I didn’t see what it was…”
“Don’t you worry about that.”
Drizzt leans in and kisses Yanyar. She returns the kiss, knowing that she’s safe with him there. Yanyar pulls away, looking at Drizzt.
“Don’t worry about the wedding plans. Nothing can stop it; nor bring you to harm.”
“I know. I just want to spend time with you.”
Drizzt shifts to Yanyar’s side, allowing Yanyar to rest on his body; head resting on his shoulder, and hand on his breast. Drizzt puts an arm around her shoulders; holding her close. Yanyar closes her eyes and loses herself in the moment with Drizzt. He gently takes a finger and draws on her arm. He takes his hand and tickles her side, causing her to squirm and bury her face in Drizzt’s side, muffling a laugh. Drizzt starts tickling Yanyar again, causing her to laugh even more.
“Stop…please,” Yanyar said between laughs.
“Why?”
Drizzt continues to tickle Yanyar; causing her to squirm and laugh more. Yanyar starts tickling Drizzt, causing him to squirm and laugh. She rolls from her back and gets Drizzt on his. Their play slowly dies as they get out of breath. Yanyar rests her head, still breathing hard; on Drizzt’s chest; feeling him breathing heave as well.
“That was fun,” Drizzt said once he got his breath.
“Yeah.”
Yanyar rolls off and sits down on the bed.
“Well, that shows one thing. You’re back to your normal self.”
“Just because I had a few bruises doesn’t mean I was never my normal self. I just was bruised and bloody.”
“That’s why I love you,” Drizzt said, leaning in. “You never let anything put you down.”
Drizzt kisses Yanyar and gets up from the bed.
“Queen Adi invited us for evening meal. So I suggest that you wash up.”
Yanyar sighs and crawls out of the bed. Drawing a bath, she undresses and gets in; washing away the dried blood and dirt. Dressing in a simple dress, Yanyar puts on her drow boots and piwafwi (magical cloak) before leaving the chamber. Walking through the corridors, she finds that the palace starting to become decorated for the wedding. Getting closer to Queen Adi’s private dining hall, Yanyar finds Drizzt waiting for her.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers as he takes her hand.
“Thank you. Have you spoken with Queen Adi yet?”
“Not yet. She’s in a meeting with her advisors and council.”
At that, the advisors and council leave, allowing the two drow to walk in. They bow slightly as Queen Adi motions for them to sit down.
“It’s good to see you up and about again, Yanyar,” the queen said as they’re being served the meal.
“It’s good to be up again, Your Highness. Much thanks to Drizzt and House Do’Urden.”
“But I believed…”
“We left, yes. But I was taught spells I could use in case something like that did happen. I saw the wedding decorations are up.”
“It won’t be long now, don’t you worry about that. Now, the reason I asked for you two.” Adi takes a drink before continuing. “My council and advisors are completely against this, but as you may have noticed, I have no family to carry on the title. And when I die…”
“One of your advisor’s will assume the throne,” Yanyar finished.
“Yes. I knew that I had to find a young couple willing to take rule once I’m gone.”
“And we’re what you want?”
“If you wish to take rule, it’s up to you.”
Drizzt and Yanyar look at each other, knowing that they won’t get such a warm welcome in another town and won’t be warmly welcomed back to House Do’Urden.
“We’ll be honored to take rule,” Drizzt said.
“Great. Now, the wedding’s just about ready. All that needs work is your wedding clothes.”
Adi signals for the handmaidens to take Yanyar and Drizzt fitted for their wedding day clothes. They spend more than an hour getting fitted. At long last, they return to their chamber, not saying a word about their clothes look like. Yanyar walks out onto the balcony after changing into her drow tailored clothes. Drizzt walks out behind her and wraps his arms around her wrist.
“I’m going away for a while.”
“But the wedding…”
“I’ll be back before the wedding, I promise.”
Yanyar turns, still in his arms, and puts his arms around him.
“I don’t want you to go; I feel safe with you here.”
“I must go.”
Yanyar shivers, and pulls herself closer to Drizzt. He unwraps her and takes her inside, pulling the cord that has the curtains tied back. Sitting on the bed, Drizzt faces Yanyar.
“Midnight will be with you. I promise I’ll be back for the wedding.”
Drizzt kisses Yanyar, who holds onto it as long as she can. Drizzt kisses her again and pulls away.
“I’ll be back, I promise.”
Drizzt stands and leaves the chamber, petting Midnight on his way out. Yanyar watches him leave, closing the door behind him. Midnight looks at Yanyar, who puts her boots and cloak on; grabbing her scimitars on the way out.
“You coming?”
Midnight gets up and follows Yanyar outside. Walking to a side door, they head off as Yanyar puts her scimitars on. With the dark of night covering them, the drow and panther head for the cave that will take them into the Underdark.

Drizzt looks over his shoulder, making sure he’s not being followed. Throwing his hood over his head, he heads for the same cave Yanyar and Midnight are. Thinking about them, Drizzt stops and all most turns back.
“No, I have to do this.”
Drizzt continues walking, unaware that Yanyar and Midnight are behind him. Clouds start gathering and it starts raining. But seeing Drizzt’s body heat through his cloak and cold rain, Yanyar finds that he’s still moving. They walk until the sun comes up, still with it raining. Drizzt stops and makes camp under a ledge. Yanyar and Midnight stop a few feet away, keeping an eye on him. Yanyar yawns and lays down, knowing that they’ll be moving in a few hours. Midnight lays down next to Yanyar, head on her to watch for any signs of Drizzt moving.
A few hours later, Drizzt’s on the move again, and Yanyar’s keeping up as best as she can with the continuing rain and mud. Midnight goes from tree to tree, but comes down from the soaked branched and walks next to her drow companion. The rain continues through the day, and a thunderstorm comes up that night. Yanyar pulls her rain soaked cloak around her as they get closer to the cave. She sees Drizzt there, just inside the cave and she drives herself harder just to get there.
“Come on, Midnight.”
The drow and panther walk into the cave, allowing Yanyar to lower her hood and her eyes to shift into the infra spectrum. She sees what heat’s escaping from Drizzt a ways down the tunnel. She starts down after him, knowing the way down to Menzoberranzan. This goes on for a few weeks; Drizzt in the lead with Yanyar and Midnight behind him. They finally reach the drow city with Drizzt heading for House Baenre.
Drizzt, what are you doing, Yanyar thinks to herself.
Drizzt gets to the gate, which opens for him. Yanyar rushes to get inside before it closes. Once inside, she follows Drizzt into the main house. Down the corridor, she sees the house weapon master. Next to Zaknafein and House Armgo’s weapon master, is the best in the city.
“So, you’ve decided to come and see who’s the better. Come, young Do’Urden.”
Drizzt draws his scimitars and readies himself. The weapon master attacks at speeds that put Drizzt on the defensive. Yanyar draws her scimitars, some how knowing that she’ll have to jump in. She watches the fight; until it comes to the cross-down parry. Drizzt smiles; and taking a foot, he kicks the Baenre in the face.
“Clever, Do’Urden. I never would have thought you would think of that.”
Baenre comes at Drizzt so fast, it catches him off guard. Drizzt finds himself laying on his back, scimitars out of his reach.
“A shame no other Do’Urdens are here to se you die.”
“I could say the same for you,” Yanyar says, appearing. Yanyar charges, and does an aerial kick over Drizzt, hitting the Baenre. Yanyar readies herself when she hits the floor.
“Impressive, Do’Urden.”
“Shut up and fight, you oversized oaf.”
The Baenre attacks Yanyar, who puts up a defense, looking for an opening. He pushes the attack, knowing that she can’t keep this pace for long. Yanyar blocks the attack and kicks out, Baenre goes flying. Yanyar walks up to the weapon master and putting a scimitar to his throat, cuts it. Sheathing her weapons, Yanyar walks over to Drizzt and Midnight. She kneels down to look over him.
“Drizzt, come on; we have to leave.”
Drizzt slowly opens his eyes to see Yanyar above him.
“I told you…”
“If I didn’t come, you would be dead right now.”
Drizzt sits up; and with Yanyar’s help, stands and walks out of the house with no one stopping them. They leave the cavern, going into the Underdark. Stopping to make camp, the drow and panther relax and tend to their wounds. Yanyar ties a strip to Drizzt’s arm wound; finishing up with his wounds. Drizzt takes his hand and goes over Yanyar’s only wound; a deep gash on her arm He tares off a strip from his cloak and ties it on the wound. He leans in and kisses her on the cheek.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Making me realize how much of a fool I am.”
“You may be a fool, Drizzt Do’Urden, but you’re my fool.”
Yanyar kisses Drizzt, who holds the kiss until she pulls away. Drizzt lays down with Yanyar laying down next to him, taking comfort with him.

[E-Wing]

Chapter 6
Arriving back at the palace, the two find everyone getting ready for the wedding. Yanyar’s taken so she can get her dress on as Drizzt puts his clothes on. Yanyar sits in their chamber with Midnight, thinking about the ceremony and Drizzt.
“Do you think we’re ready for this,” Yanyar asked the panther. “Or are we rushing this?”
Midnight gives Yanyar a look, answering her question.
“No, we’re not, are we?”
Yanyar’s handmaiden comes in, signaling that it’s time for the wedding. Standing, Yanyar follows the handmaiden with Midnight by her side. Walking into the main hall, Yanyar looks around in awe. From ceiling to floor, the walls are decorated with tapestries and material. Her gaze floats to the opposite end of the hall to find Drizzt waiting for her at the altar. By the time she brings herself around; Yanyar finds herself at the altar. The ceremony goes on for more than an hour until the two are pronounced husband and wife. Leaving the hall, Drizzt and Yanyar duck behind the door and wait while the hall’s rearranged to accommodate the wedding reception and dancing.
“You know what this means, right,” Drizzt asked.
“Tell me.”
“We don’t have to hide any more.”
“We have to hide from Menzoberranzan and the other drow cities.”
“Forget them. We have each other and Silverwaters now.”
Drizzt smiles at Yanyar.
“I’m going to love you until the day I die. May it of old age or other causes.”
“Let’s not talk about that,” Yanyar said, putting her arms around him and rests her head on his chest. “Enough about death.”
The reception goes on for hours until Yanyar falls asleep in a chair, with her arms crossed on the table and head resting on them. Drizzt wakes her long enough to walk to their chamber. Yanyar slumps against the wall in their chamber’s corridor. Drizzt picks her up in his arms. Yanyar puts her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder. Walking into the chamber, Drizzt lays Yanyar on the bed before changing into more comfortable clothes.
The next morning, Yanyar wakes to find herself in bed, still in her wedding dress. Sitting up, she finds Drizzt standing on the balcony bare foot and bare chest. She walks out and wraps her arms around him. Drizzt feels Yanyar wrap him in her embrace and smiles.
“Sleep well?”
“Yes.”
Yanyar feels Drizzt’s back and shoulder muscles move as he gently takes her arm and brings his wife around.
“I love you; always.”
“I know.”
Drizzt kisses Yanyar on her forehead. After changing, the two head from the main hall. Yanyar’s back to wearing her drow tailored clothes; but to the request of Drizzt; is wearing her cloak that was in the wardrobe. As they walk into the hall, everyone present applauds them. Yanyar smiles as Queen Adi motions the two up to her.
“Yanyar, Drizzt, I have thought about this, and talked it over with my council and advisors. They agree that you two shall become prince and princess of Silverwaters.”
They look at the queen, quite shocked at this turn of events.
“What caused them to change their mind,” Drizzt asked.
“When they saw you two last night. They know now that they couldn’t compete with you two.”
“It’s possible that they’ll wait until the time’s right to kill up,” Yanyar said.
“What do you mean?”
“Just because they’re humans, doesn’t mean they can’t behave like drow. They’ll wait it out and let the time come to them.”
“Which is why I’m going to relieve them of their positions and have them leave the city under pain of death.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
They step away and start to mingle with those in the hall; talking with them and getting to know them. The new couple finally work their way out into the corridor.
“I’m getting tired of being in here. Let’s go out,” Drizzt said, faking a yawn.
“Come on, then,” Yanyar said, already heading for the door. Drizzt smiles and runs after her. When he rounds the corner, he doesn’t see Yanyar running. He, then, looks up to see her levitating. She lowers herself next to him.
“Not bad.”
Yanyar kisses Drizzt before heading for the door leaving to the town. Walking through the town, they find that news traveled fast; for the town folk bowed to them as they past by. Yanyar stop as a group of young kids run by.
“Good morning, Your Highness,” a young girl said.
“Good morning to you too.”
The girl smiles and runs to catches up with her friends. Yanyar looks at Drizzt, who smiles. She loops an arm in Drizzt’s before they continue. Yanyar and Drizzt are greeted by all the vendors and citizens. Yanyar stops at a vendor who’s selling exotic animals.
“Tell me, why are you selling these animals?”
“Why does the apple vendor sell apples?”
“May I look?”
“Of course.”
The vendor moves aside, allowing Drizzt and Yanyar to walk inside. Looking around, Yanyar spots a young panther cub in a cage a bit too small for it.
“How much for the panther cub?”
“I’m sorry, but he’s not for sale.”
“And I suppose you don’t have any permission to house all these animals,” Yanyar said, putting her hands on her hips and steps up to the vendor.
“Five gold pieces, just for you, Your Highness.”
Yanyar pays the vendor and takes the panther cub out of its cage. As they leave, Drizzt puts an arm around Yanyar’s waist. Carrying the cub, Yanyar sees the same group of young kids coming toward them.
“You rescued the cub from the animal vendor,” the young girl from earlier said. “I wanted to get him, but we couldn’t afford it.”
Drizzt and Yanyar look at each other and smiles; knowing what the other’s thinking.
“Why don’t we all go back and you’ll pick out one animal.”
“Really?”
“Why not,” Drizzt said.
Yanyar puts down the cub, which follows the group, as they head back to the vendor.
“Back again, Your Highness. I’m honored.”
“These children wish to purchase one of your animals.”
“They…”
“I’ll be paying for them.”
The children pick out one animal and leave as Yanyar pays for each. Now heading back to the palace, they couple finds Adi’s handmaiden waiting for them.
“She’s dying.”
“Take the cub to our chamber.”
Yanyar and Drizzt head for Adi’s chamber as the handmaiden takes the cub to their chamber. They walk into Adi’s chamber to see those come to help slowly packing up and leaving. The couple walk over to the queen; knowing that their time has come. Yanyar covers up the dead queen up and faces Drizzt.
“Our time has come, Drizzt.”

In the main hall, the two drow listen to the council and advisors yelling and screaming at each other.
“All of you, quiet. Now is not the time to be arguing over who gets what. We have a queen that needs to be taken care of. Now some one better start getting the funeral preparations started,” Yanyar said.
Half the group runs out of the hall as the others fall silent. Midnight walks in with the cub swatting at her tail. She walks over and looks up at Yanyar, asking, “a panther cub?” Yanyar pets Midnight on the head. The cub goes over to Drizzt and keeps itself occupied by playing with his cloak. He looks down than over to Yanyar, who smiles; telling him that she bought the cub for him.

That night, everyone’s accounted for at the funeral pyre. Yanyar and Drizzt take their place, knowing that those who can see them will need some reassurance that things will be back to order within a few months. Midnight sits down next to Yanyar while the cub, Twilight, sits on Drizzt’s lap. The funeral goes well into the night until the flames die down. Walking back into their chamber, Yanyar watches Midnight take Twilight to where they sleep as Drizzt sits down on the bed. Yanyar sits down with her legs over the edge; watching the two panthers relax. Drizzt starts rubbing her shoulders. Yanyar relaxes as Drizzt continues to rub her shoulders. Laying down, Drizzt embraces Yanyar in his arms as they slowly fall asleep.
The next morning, Yanyar wakes to find Midnight waiting for her and Twilight and Drizzt gone. Smiling and shaking her head, Yanyar gets up and heads for the main hall; knowing that the coronation plans will be starting. Walking in, she sees Drizzt sitting on a throne and wearing a crown. Yanyar’s handmaiden comes up and places a crown on her head. Drizzt stands and walks over to Yanyar; offering her his hand. She takes the hand and allows her husband to escort her to the thrones.
What’s going on, her hands flashed in the silent drow hand language.
They had the coronation planned already.
They turn and face the hall, hearing them applaud. The day goes on with them enjoying the atmosphere.

[E-Wing]

Chapter 7
A few months after the coronation, Yanyar and Drizzt are taking all the treatment in stride. Walking through the corridors, Yanyar finds a quiet place to sit and spend some time for herself. Putting a hand to her lower abdomen and feels a small bump. Shocked, Yanyar puts her hand there again and feels the same bump in the same place. Knowing that she can’t hide this forever, Yanyar pulls her robe around her; trying to keep warm in the cool days. She and Drizzt have been on the surface for six months; and have been accepted by Silverwaters and the neighboring towns and people.
Yanyar leaves the chamber and walks through the palace, unquestioned by the servants. With the days and nights growing colder, everyone knows that they have to stock up on food. Walking into their private talking chamber next to the main hall, Yanyar finds Drizzt talking with one of their advisors. He motions him to leave as Yanyar walks up to him.
“What is it?”
Yanyar takes one of his hands and puts it on her abdomen.
“I’m pregnant.”
Drizzt looks at Yanyar, eyes open wide. Yanyar smiles and nods. Drizzt shouts and takes her in his arms, swinging her around. He sets her down and kisses her.
“That’s great. I’ll have the chamber ready.”
Drizzt kisses Yanyar on her forehead and leaves the chamber. Yanyar smiles and despite being a drow, she feels she doesn’t have to be bound by the female drow hierarchy she and Drizzt left. Drawing the robe around her, Yanyar leaves the chamber. With the news that the first royal child’s expecting in a few months, the town and palace is getting ready. Yanyar sighs, knowing that the job’s only the beginning. Walking through the palace, there’s personnel going about, getting things ready for when the baby arrives.
As the months go by, Yanyar show signs of being pregnant. With a little more than two months to go, Yanyar’s showing signs that she could give birth any day now. Walking through the palace, she enters the main hall to find most of the court, council, and advisors there. She makes her way to her throne and sits down. During the months up to now. Drizzt and Yanyar have received many gifts for the child; regardless it being male or female. Yanyar feels the fetus kick and looks up at the nearest council member, and smiles.
With Drizzt off on another adventure, Yanyar hopes that he’ll get back in time. Sitting through the first round of town folk trouble, she dismisses the last of the people and stands to head away from the hall. Being seven months pregnant and ruling a lone for a while, Yanyar’s body and mind can take only so much more. Midnight and Twilight join her as she heads into town. Walking through the town, the queen spots what looks like an army approaching the town. Everyone starts panicking and runs for cover. Yanyar sees the banners of House Do’Urden. Going out, she meets Zaknafein, Rizzen, and Dinin; who’s leading the soldiers.
“Drizzt hasn’t returned yet,” she said.
“That’s why we’re here.”
Yanyar smiles and escorts the house soldiers back to the palace. The two panthers dodge in and out of the soldiers; happy to see more drow.
“So, how’s life on the surface?”
“Not bad.”
Yanyar nods her head to a group of town folk while walking past.
“Though it would be better if Drizzt were here,” Yanyar said. Zak puts a hand on Yanyar’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry. He’ll be here when the child’s ready to come.”
The house is shown to their chambers as Yanyar and Zak head for the private talking chamber. Yanyar sits down, relieving some of the strain off her body.
“We’ll stay until Drizzt returns; and possibly until the baby arrives.”
“Thanks, Zak. I’ll brief my council, advisors, and generals about working with the house.”

Walking through the palace some time later, Yanyar watches Twilight head for the chamber. With night growing cold, both panthers have been sleeping in the chamber in front of the fire. Settling down for the night, Yanyar looks up at the door to see two drow pass by; completely confident that House Do’Urden and Silverwaters will work together to protect her and her unborn child. Placing a hand on her abdomen, Yanyar smiles and falls asleep.
Yanyar finds herself in House Do’Urden’s anteroom. Looking around, She finds Matron Malice and her older sisters aren’t there. Walking out onto the balcony, Yanyar finds the soldiers dragging some one into the dungeons Walking down there, Yanyar finds that it’s Drizzt.
“NO!!”
Yanyar shouts up from her sleep. Zak rushes in.
“What is it?”
“Drizzt’s in the house’s dungeons.”
“I’ll get the soldiers.”
Zak rushes out as Yanyar changes. The panthers follow Yanyar as she heads to the stables to get a horse for the trip. Meeting the soldiers outside, Yanyar mounts the horse and shows that she won’t let Malice get away with this. Riding day and night, Yanyar and the soldiers reach the cave in good time. Dismounting, Yanyar heads for the cave; leading the house. Rizzen watches her, thinking of the perfect time to kill her. With the female Do’Urdens gone, Yanyar’s the next in line for matron. Stopping to rest for a while, Yanyar calls Zak over to her.
“What’s been going on in Menzoberranzan?”
“Same ordered chaos. But times are bad for House Do’Urden. Malice has disappeared and the others have gone missing as well.”
“Which could leave me as…”
“Matron.”
They fall silent for a few minutes.
“But who could be taking Drizzt captive?”
“I don’t know.”
“Let’s go. I don’t plan on staying here.”
Yanyar gets up with Zak’s help; and the soldiers are on the move again. Within a few weeks, the houses soldiers arrive in the city in the dark of Narbodel. The nobles make their way into the house. They head for the anteroom where they find Malice sitting there.
“Ah, Yanyar. So good to see you.”
“Where is he?”
“He’s safe, don’t worry. As I understand it, you’re expecting.”
“I know he’s here.”
“Then find him; if you care so much about him.”
Yanyar turns and storms out of the anteroom. Zak watches her before turning to face Malice.
“She won’t leave without him.”
“And you’re willing to kill your own child to kill her.”
Zak turns and leaves the anteroom; following Yanyar. Malice watches him leave, knowing if she kills him, she’ll have to keep Drizzt and Yanyar.
“Yanyar,” the weapon master said, catching up to her.
“He’ll be in the dungeons; this way.”
Yanyar follows the weapon master, knowing that she has a little more freedom with the ebony skin. Walking into the dungeons, they find two slave and Drizzt hung up onto the wall. But to them, they all look like Drizzt.
“You didn’t think she’d make it easy.”
“I know she used a spell to change the appearance of two slaves.”
“How…”
“I remember years ago they brought a drow in. It was a spell.”
Yanyar looks at all three of them, before looking into each of their eyes. When Yanyar steps up to Drizzt, she struggles, despite how weak he is, to free himself. She nods her head, and the chains release their hold; allowing Zak to catch him. Minutes later, while making their way to the balcony, Malice stops them.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“You’ve done enough. You’ve taken my husband and not only attempted to kill him, you’ve attempted to kill me as well.”
Along with Zak, who’s supporting Drizzt, and half the house soldiers, Yanyar leave Menxoberranzan before Narbodel reaches its full heat.

[E-Wing]

Chapter 8
Arriving back at the palace, Zak places Drizzt on a bed as the mages gather around. Yanyar sits by as they go to work; not leaving unless she has too. The house soldiers take their posts and Zak takes a post outside the chamber. As night falls, Yanyar spends the night in the chair as the mages continue to work on Drizzt. By the end of the second day, the mages are exhausted and leave the chamber. Yanyar lets them go as she walks over to Drizzt’s side. Yanyar puts a hand to his forehead and says a spell. Moments after; he stirs. Opening his eyes, Drizzt sees Yanyar sitting on the edge of the bed. She smiles as he puts a hand to her cheek.
“What happened?”
“Malice tried to kill us. Don’t worry, she knows now not to mess with us.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. You rest now.”
Yanyar leans in and kisses Drizzt before standing and leaves the chamber. She makes her way to the main hall where Zak is now waiting.
“How’s Drizzt?”
“He just woke up.”
“You didn’t use the waking spell on him, did you?”
“I did.”
Yanyar walks over and sits down on her throne.
“So, you plan on staying here?”
“Yes. I don’t plan on being Malice’s slave any more.”
Zak puts a hand on Yanyar’s shoulder and smiles.
“I’m proud of you two. Never in my whole live did I think you’d survive that hell.”
“I did it thanks to you.”
“And your wit.”

Yanyar screams in pain. Two months have past by and Yanyar’s gone into labor. She’s been helped into her chamber as the midwifes and Drizzt are called for. Drizzt runs in to see Yanyar resting; despite having contractions every few minutes. He walks over and sits down so he can cradle her head in his lap. The midwife arrives and checks Yanyar.
“You’re almost there,” she says.
Yanyar nods and puts her head back in Drizzt’s lap. Drizzt pulls back her hair as one of the assistants brings over a pail of cold water and a cloth. An hour later, Yanyar’s pushing as Drizzt provides support and daps the cold cloth on her forehead as she takes a few minutes to breath. Yanyar screams again before pushing. Another half an hour goes by before the infant’s born. One of the assistants takes the infants to tend to it as the midwife makes a discovery.
“You’re going to have to push again, Your Highness.”
“What,” Yanyar said, exhausted from the first birth.
“You’re with another child.”
Yanyar pushes again and screams and a few minutes later, the second infant’s born. Yanyar’s breathing heavy as Drizzt daps the cold cloth on her forehead. The midwife walks over and says, “it’s a boy and girl.”
Yanyar, with her eyes closed, smiles. The assistants bring over the infants and hands them to the new parents. Looking at them, Yanyar sees that they’re drow.
“You did good,” Drizzt said. He leans down and kisses her. He gets up and puts the infants in their cribs. Yanyar props herself up on some pillows as Drizzt walks back.
“They’re full drow.”
“Good.”
“You should get some rest.”
Drizzt kisses Yanyar’s forehead and helps her to lay down.
“I’ll be back after I go over security.”
“That can wait until tomorrow.”
Drizzt looks out over the balcony to see the sun setting. He smiles, seeing how, no matter what they’ve been through, Yanyar has always found a way to rest. He climbs in bed and Yanyar rests her head on him and falls asleep, completely exhausted. The next morning, Yanyar wakes and finds that Drizzt has left and she sees her son is awake. Getting up, she finds a note on the night stand. Opening it, she reads that Drizzt has already picked out the names.
“Maka,” Yanyar said, looking at her son.
A couple of hours pass by and Yanyar leaves her chamber with her children. Walking through the corridors, Yanyar sees Drizzt coming to her and he takes Talyah.
“You got my note?”
“I did. And I love the names.”
Walking toward the main hall, Zak sees them and comes up to them. He smiles as he looks at the twins and knows that they’ll be taken care of.
“You two will do well.”
“Thanks, Zak,” Drizzt said.
Zak bows slightly before leaving the two. Yanyar looks at Drizzt, who shrugs. Drizzt puts an arm around her wrist while holding Talyah. They walk down the corridor, forgetting all about the main hall and their duties. Together, they spend the entire day being a family.

5 years later
Walking through the palace, Yanyar hears the sound of two five year olds running in her direction. As they round the corner, Yanyar initiates a levitation spell and manages to get up into the air as the twins run past under her. She comes down as they turn a corner and continues on her way to the main hall. Walking through the corridors, she sees drow sentries make their rounds. After being on the surface for five years, the drow have adjusted to living on the surface; putting all the stories Hatch’net had told them out of their mind. Walking into the main hall, Yanyar finds Drizzt and Zak fighting. Walking more into the hall, she draws her scimitars and steps in between the two.
“What’s going on?”
“Trying to sort out an argument.”
“Trying to kill each other is more like it.”
As the trio put their weapons away, the twins run in. They jump and use a levitation spell to get onto their parents’ shoulders.
When do you plan on training them, Zak ask in the drow’s sign language.
We’ll wait a few years, Drizzt said.
During the five years, Drizzt and Yanyar have treated the twins like they were, but allowed them to be five year olds.
“What are you two talking about,” Maka asked.
“Nothing, Maka.”
Twilight walks in and sits down right next to Drizzt; like she was trained to do that. Drizzt pets the top of her head, comfortable with her there with the children there. Twilight and Midnight have watched over them since they were born. Talyah and Maka get down and pet Twilight before leaving the hall. As time goes on, the twins grow into the knowledge that they’re the first generation that will fully grow up on the surface.

[E-Wing]

Here's the second one.

here's the sequal to the FR story i posted. i've made new characters, but due to the stress of coming up with new names, i've kept some old characters.

Chapter 1
The sounds of metal hitting metal echoes through the palace as Talyah and Maka fight. Eleven years have passed, and they’ve taken to using the drow powers for fun and games. Maka goes to tackle Talyah, who uses a levitation spell and got out of the way before he did.
“Will you two stop your fighting,” Drizzt said, walking up.
“He started it,” Talyah said, coming down.
“I don’t care who started it, I ended it.” Maka stuck his tongue out at Talyah, who did the same thing. Over time, they’ve learned the basics of melee from Zak, whenever he’s not off on patrol. Maka attacks Talyah, who parries his attacks before attacking herself. Drizzt stands back, watching them as Yanyar walks up.
“Thought you ended it,” she said.
“I did. Then they went at it again.”
“Children,” Yanyar yelled, causing them both to stop. They sheath their blunt scimitars, ending their fight. They head for the town with Twilight bounding after them.
“They have way too much energy,” Yanyar said, watching them.
“Like us.” Drizzt smiled.
“That was years ago, Drizzt. You know that.”
“I do. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Yanyar gave him a side ways look; wondering where he could be going with this.

In the training hall, Drizzt and Yanyar find themselves sparring against each other; much like during their years with Zak. This goes on for hours until they’re exhausted; the sweat glistening on their bodies. They’re breathing heavily, chests rising and falling. Zak walks in to see them in this state and knows what happened.
“Training again,” he asked.
They turn at the sound of his voice.
“Remembering,” Drizzt said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Or you don’t feel like having your children better you.”
“What,” Drizzt said, shocked that the weapon master said that.
“You heard me.”
Drizzt looks around, quite shocked still; and Yanyar hides her smile. Drizzt looks at her, who does her best not to smile.
“And what’s with you?”
“Oh, nothing. It’s just that…” Yanyar starts to laugh, and does her best to stop it. “You’ve been upstaged by the weapon master.” At this point, Yanyar lets her laughter burst out. Both Zak and Yanyar laugh for a few minutes until a look from Drizzt silences them.
“Yanyar, may I speak with you,” Zak said.
“Sure.”
Yanyar follows Zak out into the corridor as Drizzt goes through some sequences.
“The reason I said that is because I sired him.”
“What?”
Yanyar’s shocked at what Zak just told her. Never in her whole life would she ever think of that.
“Why haven’t you told him. We’ve been here for over sixteen years, and you haven’t told him?”
“I never saw a reason to tell him.”
“Then tell him. He has the right to know.”
Yanyar looks back at Drizzt, who’s going through another sequence set.

Talyah pulls out the last of the mage spell books and flips to the last chapter. If her parents knew of this, they’d freak out; but they won’t know unless she told them. The day goes by with her memorizing the spells as Maka walks in and finds his sister reading the book.
“Mom and dad will freak when they find out about this,” he said, sitting down at the table.
“Yeah, so? They won’t find out.”
“Not if I tell them.”
“You tell them, I sear, you’d never see your carved figurines again.”
“I would.” Talyah smiles and Maka gives a disgusted sigh.
“You little cheek.”
“You know I’d take ‘em if you tell mom and dad.”
“You know I’d never tell.”
“Then why do you say you’d tell?”
“I don’t know why.”

That night, Maka puts his cloak on and heads outside, beyond the boarder of the town and starts a fire. He doesn’t have to wait for but a few minutes to find the head of Lolth looking at him.
“Who are you,” he asks.
“Lolth, your goddess.”
“I know no goddess by that name.”
Lolth looks closely at Maka to see he looks familiar to Drizzt and Yanyar.
“Do you, by chance, know a Drizzt and Yanyar Do’Urden?”
“I don’t know any Do’Urdens, but Drizzt and Yanyar are…” Maka trails off. Lolth, of course, knows the secret.
“I’m going to tell you something. You and your sister will be taken. I don’t know when, or how, or where you’ll be taken.”
“How did you…” then the head disappears. Maka runs back to the palace and finds Talyah in her chamber, sitting in front of the fire.
“Talyah…”
“Something’s going to happen, Maka.”
“What?”
“Some head appeared in the fire…”
“I know.”
“Do you actually believe that? All of it?” Talyah never looks away from the fire.
“No. Why would I believe some head made of fire?”

Later that night, with everyone but the night guards, sleeping; two drow slip into the palace and go for the twins. They make off with the twins into the night without a sound and a night guard noticing. By the time the pre-dawn light starts to appear at the horizon, the drow kidnappers reach the house that’s over grown with plants. Walking in, one might find evidence of wild life in the bedding and the food stores. But the two drow manage to get into the cave before the sun rises too high.
“Happy now,” one asks, putting Talyah down.
“Not until we get back to Menzoberranzan.”
Talyah stirs and the two stop talking. The other puts Maka down to make sure he doesn’t wake up on him. Soon, both are awake and are being escorted through the Underdark. Talyah and Make find it a bit unusual using their heat vision for so long of a time instead of their normal vision.
“How much further,” Maka asks in the drow language.
“Not much further,” Tikel said. “And you have a good command of the drow tongue.”
“Why are you two escorting us freed hand after taking us from our beds,” Talyah asked.
“We’ve been instructed to do so,” Malatika said.
“Instructed? Come on, Talyah, we’re going home,” Maka said, turning around.
“You won’t last,” Tikel said. “Every drow knows if you’re out here along you’ll die.”
“Well, those who live in the cities,” Malatika added, looking at the twins.
“Your parents never told you? They were top of their class in Melee-Magtherie. One day, while on patrol, their patrol came back two shot. House Do’Urden, the house your father was born into and your mother raised in, spent weeks looking for them. They’re presumed dead. Now, House Do’Urden’s the second house, just under Baenre.”
The twins look at each other, wondering how their parents kept them from knowing about Menzoberranzan; after all these years and all the Menzoberranyr have told them.
“What will happen if the matron of Do’Urden finds out about us,” Talyah said.
“She won’t find out since you will become nobles in our house.”
“What is your house,” Maka asked.
“Faen Tlabbar. Of which we’re also nobles,” Tikel answered. “Now, we should go. It’s not safe to stay in one place for too long.” Tikel takes lead followed by the twins and Malatika.

The next morning, Yanyar walks into Talyah’s chamber to find that she’s missing. Drizzt comes in shortly after, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Maka’s missing as well.”
“Should we go after them?”
“Remember when we were younger? How we’d run off when we were page princes; only coming when the other was called? They can take care of themselves.”
“I hope so. Otherwise, I don’t want to chase them into the Underdark.”
“Why would you say that?”
“You’ve heard the tales the drow army have been telling them.”
“They’re true; you that as well as I do.”
“That’s what has me so worried.”

The group arrives at Menzoberranzan, and the twins look around; taking it all in as they head for House Faen Tlabbar. Tikel leads them to the house; and using a levitation spell to the second level; where the family lives. Walking into the anteroom, they find Matron Algera waiting for them.
“Welcome back. And to the twins, welcome,” she said, greeting them. “You two have much to learn before you go to the academy. Melee-Magthere to be precise. If it’s true about your parents, you two shall be just as good.”
Algeria signals for Malatika to take the twins to their chambers. He does as Tikel stays behind.

[E-Wing]

Chapter 2
Talyah blocks another attack from Swift Foot and attacks, remembering what Zak had taught her; though the lessons were brief. She manages to kick Swift Foot in the abdomen and readies for his attack.
“Not bad for one who’s only seen sixteen years.”
“It’s not bad for a couple of years worth of lessons with Zaknafein.”
“Zaknafein? The Zaknafein; House Do’Urden’s former weapon master.”
“That’s the one.”
“Then, I should…”
“I probably know more than you think I know.”
“Let’s see how much you know then.”
Swift Foot attacks, and in a couple of hours, Talyah finds them in the cut-down parry, and Talyah kicks up into his face.
“I’ve also learned from both my parents. As did my brother.”
“I trained your brother before you arrived. Tomorrow, you will begin duel training.”
Talyah sheaths her scimitars, gifts from Silverwaters’ blacksmiths, and heads for her chamber. Once there, she finds one of the house servants going through what things she’s been given by Algera.
“Hey, drop what you’re holding and get out. NOW!!”
The servant drops the figurine and runs out of the room. Talyah walks over and picks the figure up. Looking at it, she finds it in the perfect shape of a white wolf.
Why would the servant be holding this, she wonders. Leaving the chamber, she heads to Malatika’s chamber to ask him about the figurine. She knocks and waits for an answer. The wizard opens the door to find Talyah there.
“I just found a servant in my chamber, and when they ran out, they dropped this,” Talyah holds up the figurine. Malatika takes the figurine and looks at it.
“This was in your chamber?”
“A servant had it when I walked in.”
“Well, then it’s yours.” Malatika hands the figurine back to Talyah. She takes it and heads back to her chamber. Sitting down on her bed, she looks at it, wondering what could be so important about the figurine to a servant. Maka knocks and enters.
“I could have been changing,” Talyah said, still looking at the figurine.
“Apparently we’re to begin training with Swift Foot before going to Melee-Magtherie.”
“He told me after the training session he had with me.”
“Any idea when we’re going to Melee?”
“No.”

A year or two later, the twins find themselves wearing the clothes of a noble and being taken to Melee-Magtherie. They’ve been warned about the student that’s from House Do’Urden.
“Can’t believe we’re going up against family,” Maka said.
“We don’t even know how they’re related to us,” Talyah said.
They walk into a courtyard and almost immediately, the Do’Urden spots them and walks over.
“I’m Tamorin Do’Urden, House Do’Urden, second house.”
“I’m Maka Faen Tlabbar, and this is my brother, Talyah Faen Tlabbar, third house.”
“I look forward to seeing you two in the Grand Melee.”
Soon, the group of students are herded into the Hall of Lore. After their lesson with Hatch’net, the students are told of their duties of helping the older students. They work until a few hours before their class with Hatch’net. The twins collapse on their cots and almost fall asleep when Tamorin walked over.
“I’m keep getting this feeling that I know you two before this. How?”
“Well, this is the first time we met you,” Talyah said, with her eyes closed. “So, why don’t you go lay down before you get us all in trouble.”
Tamorin huffs and walks away.
“You think he’d figure out that we’re Do’Urdens,” Maka asked, whispering. “That we had a year or two of training from Zak before this happened?”
“He might if he just heard that. But unless he was told about Zak and the cross-down parry and the actual parry, no.” Talyah yawns before falling asleep. Walking through Faen Tlabbar two weeks before going to Melee, Talyah fingers the wolf figurine in her small pouch.
“Talyah,” Matron Algera said, approaching her. “Are you sure you want to go to Melee-Magthere?”
“Yes. I know it’s rare for a female to become something other than a priestess, but…”
Algera held up her hand, silencing Talyah. “Don’t worry.”
Talyah nods her head as Algera walks away before she walks toward her chamber. Pulling out the figurine, Talyah turns it up-side down and finds a name carved into it.
Waking up, Talyah heads with the rest of her class to the Hall of Lore. There, they listen to another story that Hatch’net has. Maka finds Talyah fingering something in her pouch.
“What’s in your pouch,” he whispered.
“A figurine I found.”
“Well, you better keep it hidden so Hatch’net doesn’t find it.” Talyah smiles.

As the years go by, the twins work load lessens, but their study load doesn’t. Talyah walks into her sorcere master’s office to find her tutor not there. She sits down and starts practicing what she’s learned so far. She was about to start a fire when Za’ther walked in.
“No fires.”
“Yes, Master Za’ther.”
Za’ther begins the lesson; which goes on for a few hours before Talyah’s allowed to leave. She meets up with Maka on the to the students’ cots.
“You know what I don’t get? How we could stay behind Tamorin for five years, and we haven’t tried bumping up over him.”
“He’s held the first position for all these years. What makes you think we’ll get it?”
“You’re better than me at Melee than I am. You’ve kept Zak…”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you spent all your time doing mage work.”
“You did mage work too,” Maka said.
“But I did it when I have the chance.

The next day, a week before graduation, the melee class is taken to the grand melee. Up to this point, both Talyah and Maka has held the first and second positions for five years. Tamorin has followed in third position. This year, he plans to take the first position. Talyah and Maka take off in different directions; as do the other students. Tamorin follows Talyah, hoping that he’ll take care of her easily. When the melee actually begins, Tamorin finds Talyah facing him. He attacks, and Talyah easily blocks them.
“You and your brother don’t deserve the top two positions.”
“Says who? You?”
“Of course. House Faen Tlabbar should know their place; below House Do’Urden.”
“Then you obviously haven’t hear of our parents. Drizzt and Yanyar Do’Urden.”
This takes Tamorin by surprise and gives Talyah the chance to hit Tamorin in a mortal area; for the students don’t use their real weapons. Talyah moves off and takes care of another student. At the end, Maka finds himself the last one standing. He had cut down his sister, who had allowed him to win their battle. He helps her up at the signal that the Grand Melee has ended.
“You let me win.”
“So? We both have the honor.”

The next week, Talyah and Maka walk into the large room where a group of priestesses are chanting The other classes that are graduating this year have already gathered. They sit in the back and watch the ceremonies. Talyah shakes her head as the graduates are released. The twins walk back to House Faen Tlabbar to find Malatika and Tikel standing by the balcony.
“You two survived. I’m surprised,” Tikel said.
“What did you expect? That we’d get killed,” Maka said sarcastically.
“Besides, we’re Do’Urdens,” Talyah whispered with a smile. Tikel and Malatika look at each other, know with that statement, the twins will have to return to Silverwaters. The news will spread from Matron Malice to the council that there’s two Do’Urdens living in House Faen Tlabbar.
“This could cause trouble for the house,” Malatika said. “We need to get you two out of here.”
“I’m not going home,” Maka said. Ever since Maka heard Hatch’net’s first tale, he wanted to stay in Menzoberranzan. Throughout the twelve or so years the twins have been in the city, Maka has actually become accustomed to the city’s ways.
“What? Our parents are worried sick about us, and you’re putting up a ‘I’m not going home,’ front? You’re going home,” Talyah said.
“No, I’m not.”

A few weeks later, Talyah walks into her chamber after a long patrol and lays down on her bed. She pulls out the white wolf figurine of her pouch and looks at the name. She sits up and studies the name before calling it out.
“White Feather.”
A mist begins to form from the figurine until the wolf appears in full form from the figurine. In Sorcere, Talyah was told by Za’ther about the different realms, spiritual, astral, and material. At this point, Talyah realizes that the wolf is from t he astral world, White Feather turns to see Talyah sitting on her bed and walks over, wanting her to pet him. Talyah pets White Feather, knowing that she and the others will have to leave Menzoberranzan. There’s a knock at the door and Talyah starts to panic; wondering how to send the wolf away.
“Go rest,” she whispers. The mist starts to form and Tikel walks in as the last of the mist dissipates. Tikel closes the door and sits down next to Talyah.
“Your brother’s being stubborn.”
“He’s always been stubborn. He won’t leave unless I leave. I know not every drow is accustomed to living on the surface and vice versa with the drow that live in the cities.”
“Then we’ve got to get you out of here; myself and Malatika.”
“Thanks, Tikel.”
“I’ll come by later with Malatika to plan how to escape; and when.”
Tikel stands and leaves the chamber. Talyah waits until the priestess is far enough from her chamber before calling White Feather back.