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Betrayed	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 1360 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lineage2 nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty two
- 23-Twenty three
- 24-Twenty four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty-Nine
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The next morning Starr eased her way out of bed, carefully extricating herself from Shin’s grasp. He muttered something in dark elvish, which sounded a bit like an annoyed curse, but otherwise he stayed asleep. She slid her daggers into their sheaths and donned the cloak he’d given her previously, as well as a pair of leather gloves from Aleyel. Then, with a guarded look in his direction, she silently opened the door and crept out of the room.
Tugging the hood of the cloak further down, she made sure to hide her face and features. Nathavin had drilled into her that secrecy was of the utmost importance. No one was to know who, or what, she was. Her disguise worked in the small inn. No one paid her any attention.
But as she stepped outside into the crowded thoroughfare of Giran proper, she cast the spell of shadows, vanishing from sight with barely a ripple of magic. The inn was one thing, being out in the middle of the town was quite another. She weaved back and forth among the various denizens, stopping occasionally to peruse the odd shop or two. But she didn’t stay long, choosing to continue on her way.
Sporadically, she heard small snippets of conversation regarding the war between the light and dark elves. Most thought that the dark elves had acted dishonorably and openly criticized the betrayal. Others considered it to be an unfortunate, but ultimately predictable outcome. It was a well known fact that the tenuous truce between the two elven factions had been fraying, with some small, and some not so small, skirmishes breaking out all over the lands. The eventual war between the two had been all but assured.
What she found the most distressing about the conversations however, was the overwhelming consensus that there were no more light elves. It was widely believed that Thiefiell had been successful in his bid to erase all light elves from the world and that whatever small enclaves that had survived initially had been destroyed.
Soon, her nose caught the delicious scent of bread baking and she followed it to a small cart, hoping that the brief diversion would at least somewhat brighten her mood. A dwarven male stood next to it tending to a mechanized creation that was busily baking the bread. A pang of guilt washed over her as she remembered the mission that she’d undertaken for Nathavin. But she pushed it aside with effort. What was done was done.
As the dwarf piled fresh loaves of bread onto the cart, she approached him and took advantage of a passing hell knight to unshadow herself. The dwarf was slightly surprised by her sudden appearance, but simply shrugged it off, believing that the knight had hidden her from his view. She gestured silently to the bread and then dropped a few coins of adena on the cart. The dwarf wrapped the loaf and gave it to her, cheerfully bidding her good morning. If he was at all curious about her, he didn’t mention it.
Procuring herself some lightly watered down wine, Starr settled in a more secluded alleyway. Leaning against the wall, she placed her drink carefully on a slightly mislaid stone and began tearing the bread into small bite sized chunks and nibbling on them.
Her gaze unfocused, she thought of all that had happened, the conversations she’d overheard replaying in her head. She was so deep in her thoughts that she did not hear the whispered intonation of a spell. Her drink slipped from her fingers as she fell limply into waiting arms.
Two humans glanced around tensely as a third lifted her up and onto his horse that a fourth human had brought, along with three others. The male quickly covered her with several pieces of burlap, concealing her. Once they’d all mounted, the five of them set off at a quick pace, but not so quick as to alarm the towns guards.
Meanwhile, Shin had only just woken up. At first he’d thought that she’d run from him and he’d felt a great deal of angered annoyance at the fact that he’d now be forced to track her down. But as he’d pushed the anger aside and began to go through the room more carefully, he realized that she’d left several of her belongings and a relatively large sum of adena. It was a common tactic to never take all of your adena with you when walking through the town of Giran. If you were ever waylaid, the thieves wouldn’t get all of your fortunes.
She’d left with the intention of returning.
No longer angered, but a good deal irritated, he gathered their belongings and left the inn. Retrieving their fenrirs, he simply mounted his and bade hers to find her. The animal put it’s nose to the ground and swiftly tracked her meandering path around the town. He wasn’t concerned over much until he saw the fallen pieces of unfinished bread and the wine stein laying next to them.
Her fenrir growled lowly, the hair on it’s neck standing upright, before it bolted ahead…
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“Are you fo’ certin’ this is one o’ the lewten’ts frum the DivineKnights Clan?” The lowliest amongst the humans holding Starr captive questioned as he looked askance at the formless lump resting on the horse of the adventurer.
The bishop, Tenton, glared at him hotly before giving an arrogant sniff and speaking disdainfully. “Exactly how did you manage to get in on this mission? With your tattered, hand me down brigandine armor, and battered Elven Long Sword, you clearly didn’t earn this assignment on merit or talent. And you most certainly couldn’t have bought your way in either.” He openly sneered at Billy, not bothering to hide his hatred of the young boy from the poorest of the farmlands.
“Knock if off, both of you.” Snapped the highest ranked among them. The gladiator hopped from his horse and strode to the hell knight’s horse. “Hank, Craig, go scout and make sure we’re alone and weren’t followed.” As the two he’d named took off, he glanced at the bishop. “Tenton, get a fire going and begin setting up camp.” Not sparing a glance for the youngest, “Billy, gather the firewood.”
Thom lowered the bundle. “Feels light.”
“Well, Lillian was slight of build, even for a human.” As Jesse placed the woman on the ground, he couldn’t help but wonder if she actually was as slight as she felt. But, they had tracked her all the way to Giran and Tenton swore he hadn’t lost sight of her, and he’d never been wrong yet. Plus, none of them had seen her disappear either.
Dismounting, Thom pulled a length of rope from his saddle. “Let’s get her tied up before she wakes. I don’t want to be barbecued alive.”
The two worked together to carefully untangle the woman from the cloth without freeing her hands but were stunned into momentary silence as several long strands of blonde hair slid into view.
“I thought Lillian was redheaded, as red as her flames…” Thom muttered in confusion and rising dread. If they’d kidnapped the wrong woman it could be very bad if she happened to belong to an allied clan, of which they had several.
Jesse snapped back, quickly becoming agitated, “She is, and it’s short.” As they freed more of their captive to their gaze he snarled angrily. “If Tenton didn’t get Lillian, then who the hell’d he…” His voice faded away as a long, pale, and pointed ear poked free of the various layers of burlap.
His voice hoarse, Thom spoke first after a few seconds. “Is this a light elf?”
Hastily they removed the remaining burlap covering and shredded the cloak with their daggers to discover that indeed, they had managed to stumble upon and capture a light elf.
“Remove her weapons!” Jesse barked as he snatched the ropes from Thom and began tying her up securely.
By now the others had begun gathering around. “I s-s-swear to you Jesse! I thought she was Lillian!” Tenton stuttered in stunned dismay. How had he make such a colossal error?!
They all jumped as Billy suddenly whooped loudly. “We’r f’lthy rich boyz! D’ya know how much she’ wurth to the r’ght peeple?” He jumped and hollered again.
“Settle down!” Roared Jesse, the implications of the find rapidly sinking in.
“We kin sell’er! Or keep ‘er.” Billy continued, a lustful leer in his gaze as he faced her.
Tenton laughed derisively. “She’ll gut you before you have a chance, loverboy…”
The twins, Hank and Craig looked at one another before Hank spoke. “Boss, she’s a great find and all, and like Billy said, she’d no doubt be worth quite a fortune to the right buyer… But, the dark elves are looking for any remaining light elves and they’re killing anyone they find with them… We didn’t sign up for that…”
Billy piped up, “But we ken sell ‘er to ‘em…”
“The dark elves are the least of your worries…” Came Starr’s enraged voice from her place on the ground as the ropes holding her snapped. As she stood, her severely limited frost magic coalesced at her hands and formed small, rudimentary daggers.
The sealing runes placed on her at the behest of Nathavin and Aleyel by dark elven mystics seared her flesh in their intensity to try to contain the inherently unstable and ultimately dangerous frost magic, but without her own physical weapons, her magic coursed through her veins in an effort to protect her.
She knew she couldn’t maintain this for very long, it was incredibly dangerous even to her, potentially even lethal, so whatever she did, she would need to do it quickly.
“How dare you attack me?!” She lunged forward at the bishop that had spelled her to sleep.
He fell quickly and she turned her attention to the apparent youngest of the group. But not even his youth spared him from her anger. The icy daggers were plunged ruthlessly into his heart with an efficiency borne from her training with Aleyel and Nathavin’s insistence.
As Hank and Craig sprinted to their horses, she flung the daggers. Hank successfully dodged and the dagger meant for him killed his horse. Craig stumbled in his dash to escape and the dagger pierced his throat. The ice crystals rapidly spread outward from the wound, freezing his flesh until it reached his heart and froze it solid.
Turning her attention to the two remaining, she engaged in a fierce battle with them. But no matter the reach of their much longer swords, or the strength and might of the shield, they were no match for her. Their much heavier armor made them slow to respond.
And they were not prepared for how vicious she was.
They had never seen a light elf fight in such a manner. At times, what would have been a normal response from a light elf, to wait nobly while their opponent had a chance to stand and right themselves, or to allow them to pick up a fallen sword, she didn’t adhere to those time honored rules of engagement.
No, she allowed them no time, there was no signature light elven honor in her method of fighting.
Just a ruthless and cold efficiency.
As the last body fell at her feet, she stood in the middle of the bloody carnage, chest heaving as she fought to regain control of her magic and bring it back under control and stop the searing pain of the sealing runes.
A soft whine to her left caught her ears and she spun quickly in that direction, icy dagger at the ready. “Aka…” She intoned gently as she saw her fenrir coming to her. Her vision faded around the edges and went dark as she slumped forward and across Aka’s waiting back. The large wolf gently eased down into a laying position and whined softly, the tone holding a distinct worried note to it as Shin approached.
As he watched the sealing runes fade back into faint tracings, he made mental note to ask Aleyel to more clearly explain them to him. From what he understood, she should never have been able to access her magic in the way that she had. Petting the wolf reassuringly, he repositioned Starr on her wolf and then mounted Aka with her and guided them away from the bloody massacre.
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