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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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A pained groan escaped Starr as she hung helplessly in the shackles. Her body felt as if it were on fire, and her arms and shoulders were searing with pain. She had no idea how long he’d tortured her; she knew she’d passed out from the pain several times. And each time he’d cruelly woken her back up to continue.
How long she’d been out this time she couldn’t say. What she could say was that she was thankful that he didn’t seem to be present. Her thoughts drifted to the beach where she’d left Shin. No doubt he knew she was missing, but would he know that she hadn’t abandoned him? Would he realize that her absence wasn’t of her own choosing?
She hadn’t woken him up because she hadn’t planned on being gone from the campsite for very long. Just a quick look in the direction of the temple from the beach to convince herself where her loyalty should truly lie. She’d planned to be back before he’d ever woken up. Her head tilted back as she yelled in angered frustration, her voice echoing off the stone walls.
The door scraped open, and a guard glared inside, investigating why the light elf yelled. She had orders to send word to Torvynaar the moment she awakened. Her lips thinned as her eyes met the anger and pain filled gaze of their prisoner. “Better save that look for him…” She kept her voice low and steady as she turned and nodded at another guard in the hallway, who then left to find Torvynaar.
Turning her gaze back to the female chained to the wall, she inwardly cringed at the sight of the crisscrossing angry red welts that covered the light elf. “Spare yourself the pain, tell him what he wants to know. If you do not, your back will feel the bite of the cat as well. Or worse.”
Starr managed a croaking laugh that was completely without mirth. “I can’t tell him what I don’t know.”
The guard leaned back against the wall with her arms folded over her chest. “Of course you know where he is.” She considered the elf for a moment. “I’m not an interrogator and even I can tell you’re lying. He most certainly knows you’re lying, and he will stop at nothing to get to the truth. He can do far worse than this.”
Starr stared hard at the guard, dredging up the memories of the lessons Aleyel and Nathavin had drilled into her regarding torture. If she wanted to survive, she couldn’t fall into despair. Shin had already proven time and again that he wouldn’t abandon her. She simply had to survive long enough for him to find her. Pursing her lips, she blew out a steadying breath to calm herself before speaking as calmly as she could. “Water.” She indicated with a nod toward the bucket.
The guard’s eyes fell on the water. She hesitated for a second before moving further into the room and grabbing a ladle full of water. Torvynaar hadn’t expressly forbidden her from providing the elf water, so she didn’t see the harm in such a simple act. As she raised the ladle to the light elf’s lips, she drew it back slightly as a thought occurred to her. “If you spit this on me, I will peel the flesh from your bones myself…” She warned darkly.
A slim, dark smile lit Starr’s features. “I assure you, I’m more interested in drinking the water than wasting it.” She took several large gulps from the ladle, relishing the water while she had the chance. While she could’ve happily spat the water out on the other elf, that wouldn’t have served any purpose other than to remove any future chance of getting another drink. From here on, she had to be more strategic and less impulsive with her actions.
∞
Meanwhile, Torvynaar carefully perused the wares in front of him. He needed something that would cause great pain yet would not cause grievous injuries that could cause death. A length of spiked chains grabbed his attention. Reaching out, he ran his hand along it.
It was a mesh of very fine wire chains woven together with sharp barbs protruding from it. Leather straps on either side would buckle the chain in place. He picked it up carefully and placed it within a protective satchel so as to not damage or blunt the fine barbs. Next, he selected a set of thin, flexible canes that had very tiny blades imbedded in them. The purpose was to leave very thin and shallow cuts in the flesh, maximizing pain while minimizing true damage.
His gaze swept the room once more and landed on a collar. Made from wide, thick, heavy leather, he imagined it would be uncomfortable enough to wear in its own right. But if buckled down precisely, it could limit breathing to a difficult degree, but not entirely blocking the flow of air. If used right, it could be panic inducing.
The guard that had been sent to find Torvynaar paused just outside the door and cleared his throat. He wasn’t setting foot in that room, not with Torvynaar still in it as well. The bladedancer made him uncomfortable. “The prisoner has awakened.”
“Yes, I imagine she has.” Torvynaar replied distractedly in a soft tone. “I can’t think of any other valid reason for you to risk your life by leaving the cell to come find me.”
The guard suppressed a shudder. He disliked Torvynaar immensely.
“You may leave, now.” Torvynaar informed the guard. “I have no further use for you.”
The guard didn’t waste a moment and turned and left quickly.
∞
As Torvynaar approached the cell, he could hear voices speaking lowly. His eyes narrowed somewhat as he entered the cell. “I’m deeply hurt, Starr. You will converse with her but not me?” He leveled a hard gaze at the guard and spoke in dark elvish. “Why are you speaking to her? She is my prisoner, you are just a guard. Be gone!”
As the guard left, he turned his attention to Starr. “Now, where were we yesterday?” He feigned thought for a moment. “Ah, yes. You had just informed me what color your hair is, and we were going to discover what weapons you preferred.”
“Go to hell!” Starr spat venomously as she warily eyed the items he’d brought in with him.
“In due time, I see no reason to rush.” Torvynaar responded, not concerned in the slightest. Approaching her cautiously, he caught her foot as she kicked out. “That won’t do at all.” He tsk’d disapprovingly. “I see your manners haven’t improved overnight.”
Starr struggled in his grip as he forced first one ankle and then the other into shackles at the bottom of the wall. She blinked back tears as she felt the iron close around her ankles. Now she couldn’t even twist away from any blows he might choose to land. Gritting her teeth, she glared at him angrily, allowing the anger to take the place of anguish.
Ignoring her, he rummaged through the satchels he’d brought with him. The collar would be the least painful item, and he decided to start with it. No longer worried about her striking out with her legs, he approached her more confidently. “This should look quite fetching on you.”
Eyeing the collar furiously, Starr took a chance and spat at him.
“My, my, your manners have actually deteriorated overnight it would seem.” Torvynaar chuckled. “No matter, I know of a few ways to help you remember them.” He darted forward and after a brief struggle had the collar fitted tightly around her neck. Stepping away from her, he watched in satisfaction as she attempted to take a deep breath and couldn’t. She could still breathe, but now it was more difficult.
“Stay calm and breathe normally. It will be easier that way, struggling and fighting uses more energy, which requires deeper breathing. Relax.” He informed her with a smile. As she stared at him in horror, he brushed an errant strand of hair from her eyes. “See? You’re not struggling and you’re able to breathe just fine. All better!” His head canted to the side just a bit. “What weapon are you most comfortable using?”
Starr shut her mouth and closed her eyes. She wouldn’t tell him anything today. She hadn’t meant to say anything yesterday, but the pain had gotten so intense that the answer had slipped out before she knew it.
∞
Meanwhile, Shin gazed skeptically at the mage. “Are you certain this will hide my identity?” He held the seemingly innocuous scroll in his hands with a dubious expression.
“Of course, I am. Who do you think you’re talking to?” The mage challenged him back. “The effects will last for a single day before you have to use another scroll.”
With a heavy sigh, Shin spread the scroll open on a table and pressed his palm down on it while chanting the activation spell under his breath. He felt the effects of the magic flow over and down his body. The sensation was akin to water running over him.
Hot water.
With rocks.
“Shilen…” Aleyel breathed out quietly. The change was startling. Shin’s light colored hair had now turned dark, and was a bit longer. His features were sharper, more angular, and he now sported facial hair. His right eye was also a different color than his normal aqua marine. The right eye appeared as a dark gray with red hues to it. Reaching up, she moved his hair from in front of left eye, revealing a nasty scar that ran across it to his cheek. “Can you see with this eye?” She questioned worriedly, noticing that the eye appeared an opaque white.
“I can see fine.” Shin muttered, now wholly uncomfortable with everyone staring at him. Looking at the mage, he motioned toward the covered mirror on the wall with agitation. “Well, get on it with it.”
Pulling the covering down, the mage informed him. “Each scroll will produce a different appearance.”
Nathavin gave him a questioning glance. “Why?”
With a small shrug, the mage answered. “It is still an imperfect spell.” He turned his attention back to Shin. “I was only able to produce five of these scrolls. You’ve used the first one. Tomorrow, at this exact time, the effects of this scroll will dissipate, returning you to your true appearance. The next scroll will produce another appearance.”
He handed the other four scrolls to Shin, but he didn’t release them when Shin took hold of them. “Do not use two scrolls together. You must wait for one scroll’s magic to completely disperse before using the next. The consequences for that will be disastrous.”
“What if the mission takes longer than five days?” Aleyel wondered aloud. “Can you create more scrolls?”
“Even if he can, we’d have to get those scrolls to him.” Nathavin interjected, immediately seeing the flaw. “It would be unwise.” His gaze turned to the operatives who would be responsible for getting Shin inside. “Get him in safely and then –”
“Once I’m inside, leave me alone.” Shin interjected. “Do not jeopardize yourselves for me.” He took the remaining scrolls and separated them into two separate bundles. “You miscounted.” He told the mage. “This mission cannot take longer than three days total. Two of the scrolls will have to be used by Starr.”
The mage intoned lowly and with deadly certainty. “One last word of caution. While this will be good enough to fool most of our brethren within the caverns, it may not fool all of them. It will certainly not fool Thiefiell or those close to him.” He hesitated only slightly before continuing on. “And it may not fool Torvynaar, and if it does, it will not fool him for long.”
Shin nodded and then he and the others left swiftly for the dark elven homelands.
“Will it affect her magic abilities?” Nathavin questioned the mage. He’d wondered about it, but had not wanted to ask in front of Shin.
“Let us pray that it does not.” The mage answered. “I couldn’t even begin to guess how her magic might react to it.”
“But the sealing runes…shouldn’t they prevent it?” Aleyel asked uncertainly.
Nodding, the mage replied. “They should…but I’ve never known just how powerful her magic is. Nor what triggered it’s sudden emergence. If it had been present when she was younger they would’ve trained her on how to correctly use it. But she is as unskilled with it as a child.” He shook his head to himself, it was a real mystery. “Somewhere in her family line, there is a powerful spellsinger…”
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