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Treason	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**Installment 2**

Goryn looked at the scroll penned by the High Priest Asterios. It mentioned that Caellia would be leaving the Elven lands en route to Oren in two days time. Checking the date the letter had been penned he figured she would already be on her way. He wondered how the silver ranger was fairing the trip. He had seen her once or twice before well north of Oren and knew she could’ve made the trip herself. She was quite skilled and generally preferred to travel alone. Smirking slightly, he remembered one of their chance meetings.

She had been fighting a Witch Doctor near the Bandit Stronghold when he first saw her. She had just finished killing one when another had appeared and blasted her with a powerful gust of wind. She had been younger then and tired quickly and had asked him for help. The look on her face was so forlorn when she had asked for help that he couldn’t refuse and had killed the witch quickly for her. She had then paid him and began to leave him. That simply had not sat well with him and he tagged after her. Keeping up with her quick pace was not easy, but his tracking abilities had prevailed over her speed.

She had yelled at him for following her. She had threatened him, she had even fired upon him, but in the end he had won. They had become fast friends and had gone on many outings together after that. He had later found out about the marking on her forehead. Curious he had asked her about it only to have her close herself off from him and leave Oren not long after. It was many years later that he finally found out the meaning of that tattoo and only then had he understood her sudden flight from his castle. He had heard she had traveled to the devastated castle area to continue her training.

Recently he had received news that the Dark Elves and the Orc race were plotting to take the Elven lands. Goryn had sent his troops to help protect the Elven lands but could not continue to place his troops in harms way without a good cause. Caellia was to be that cause. He had not wanted to do this to her but there was no other choice. His troops and allies would not continue to lay down their lives for a bit of forest he didn’t control. His marriage to her would give him direct control over the Elven forest. He adjusted his heavy red hued armor uncomfortably at the thought of facing her. Her temper was something to be reckoned with and he was not looking forward to be on the receiving end of it.

If only he could take care of Lord Nathavin without doing this. But that was impossible. Lord Nathavin and his allies had built their own castle far north of the Blazing Swamplands. The new Goddard Castle was under direct control of Nathavin. Not much else information other than that had been obtained as yet. Although it was a reasonable guess that Nathavin wanted all the known lands under his control, and was willing to do anything to get that. Goryn was plainly curious why Nathavin was seeking to gain the Elven forest so soon. What value did it hold? Surely Aden castle would be a more reasonable target at this time. Noticing the time, he picked up his sword and shield to begin his daily rounds of checking up on his allies and being brought up to speed on the current goings on of his men.

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Nathavin looked scornfully down at his brother. “How could you let a silver ranger do this to you? Haven’t I taught you how to properly avoid being hit by arrows?” He rose up to his full height and picked up the bow that was known to be the main cause of bloody carnage on many battlefields. He took aim at his brother and fired a shot, grazing his brother’s sensitive ear. “You should’ve avoided that shot like you should’ve avoided hers! Now my brother has severe wounds and cannot help me on the battlefield!”

“I didn’t mean to lose Nathavin. You must believe me.” Naldorl hissed through his pain. “She was stronger than I thought.”

“She was the same age as you!” Nathavin roared. “How do you expect to help me take Caellia if you can’t handle one silver ranger?”

Naldorl was desperate to deflect his brothers’ anger. “She wasn’t alone! Einao was with her. He was asking her to leave. He didn’t want her to get hurt. He sung for her to be stronger. He helped her.” He watched his older brother lean back in thought.

“Einao helped her did he? Wonder what his attachment to her is.” He mused to himself. He gave a sharp look at Naldorl, “What did he say to her?”

“I didn’t hear all of it. He said that she shouldn’t be there and that it wasn’t safe and he didn’t want to see her get hurt.” Naldorl paused to readjust his position to accommodate for the still healing arrow wounds. “There were children nearby and they were laughing loudly so I couldn’t hear everything that was said.”

“No matter, Einao shouldn’t have helped her. He will pay the price for his actions. I warned him once, and that is all the warning he will get.” Nathavin whispered darkly.

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Caellia wandered the shops of Giran looking for some magical supplies for her weapon. She stared aghast at some of the prices. No way was she paying that! What did they take her for, a newborn? She continued her shopping, ignoring all the calls and insults of the store owners. She stopped and stared at a dark elf as he blocked her entrance to the eastern end of the city. He grinned darkly at her before stepping aside to let her pass.

Just as she was about to pass under the archway his staff shot out blocking her way yet again. “The reign of the Light Elves is coming to an end. Nathavin will see to that.”

Caellia looked the elf up and down taking in his clothes and staff in one calculating look before pinning the elf to the doorway with her bow. “Who is this Nathavin? I’ve never heard of him and if he’s making threats against my people then I wish to know him.”

The mystic just looked at her with crazed eyes before he spluttered out, “Nathavin will make the light elves our slaves! He intends on capturing the Princess and enslaving her to him.” He began to choke as Caellia put her entire weight on the bow, slowly crushing his windpipe as she leaned in close and whispered to him. “Then it’s a good thing I’m not the Princess now isn’t it? Or am I?” She watched in satisfaction as he looked at her anxiously. “Be careful that your tongue doesn’t wag when it shouldn’t, spawn of Antharas,” she hissed, “You can never be sure who you’re talking to. I could’ve been your precious Princess you speak so…fondly…of.”

“What’s going on here?” Guard Reikin demanded. “Lower your weapon at once.”

“Of course.” Caellia consented. She continued to glare at the mystic before turning her back to him and continuing on her way. “Remember my words my dark cousin, and heed them well.” Satisfied that all was once again well Reikin moved back to his post.

Caellia never saw the look of pure hatred in the mystics’ eyes as he rubbed his still aching throat.
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