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Treason	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hontas looked on in amazement at the amassed light elves in neat orderly groups as they sparred with one another. The elves were putting up a considerable force to deal with Asadar and Nathavin. They had every intention of preventing either one from reaching their goals. However, he did not believe they had a large enough force to effectively fend off either one, let alone both of them. He had been with the elves for nearly two weeks and had watched them prepare endlessly. Their tireless spirit and dedication to their goals were admirable, however unrealistic they were. A shout from the southwest drew his attention to that side of the village. As he made his way to that gate from the northern most entrance, he saw Asterios coming down the steps from the temple to greet the newcomers.
Hontas pushed and shoved his way to the front of the gathering crowd and gaped slack jawed at the scene before him. There were hundreds of humans standing on the bridge requesting entrance to the village. These were not just any humans; they were warriors from the towns of Giran and Dion. They were here to aid the elves! But against whom, he wondered. He tried to mentally place this army and Asadar’s side by side and found, disappointingly, that Asadar still would have the larger army.
Hontas shook his head as he turned away from the scene. There was still no way the elves could defeat Asadar, he was sure of it. Even with the help of the two armies from Giran and Gludio, the elves were simply outnumbered, and outclassed. Asadar’s armies were well seasoned veterans who were highly skilled. Many of them were almost as irrational as Asadar himself, and many more looked for any chance to fight, even amongst themselves. Soon he would have to return to Aden to give his report to Asadar. He only hoped that somehow, the elves would be able to assemble a larger force. He did not want to think of the consequences if they did not.
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Caellia stood looking at the entrance to the dark elven village. The large gaping mouth of the caverns was intimidating and she nervously swallowed as she fidgeted quietly while Nathavin spoke with the sentries on duty. A cool wind seemed to perpetually blow outward from the cave, causing her hair to float gently around her shoulders in a soft halo as the tresses danced in the air currents. Tentatively, Caellia stepped forward toward the entrance. She could hear the barely audible whisperings of Nathavin and the sentry.
Although she could’ve stepped closer to listen in to the conversation, she did not think it would be wise. It seemed to regard some intruders that they’d had recently, but she could not summon up the courage to step closer. She could not be sure how he would react if he were to find out that she had eavesdropped and did not want to chance him taking action against her. She continued to walk cautiously into the cavern, however when she noticed that the tunnel wound sharply downwards and out of sight of Nathavin and the sentry she halted.
A sharp exclamation from Nathavin in his native language drew her attention. He looked to be annoyed with the sentry. Caellia watched with slight amusement as the hapless sentry quivered underneath Nathavin’s forceful glare. Turning back to the dark and shadowed tunnel she waited patiently for their conversation to end.
Nathavin cursed soundly at the sentry, their lands had been infiltrated by at least two light elves, no doubt looking for Caellia. But those two elves had managed to get away after killing two of his sentries and no one had been able to find them since. No one knew if there were more and if so where they were. He could not allow them to find Caellia, not yet. Having enough of the sentries nervous blathering, he rudely cut him off with a mere hand gesture before side stepping him and going to Caellia’s side.
Nathavin saw her spin back around toward him when she heard his footsteps come closer. He didn’t miss the look she sent the sentry, nor the slight upward tilt of her lips before it was quickly banished as the sentry released an audible breath of relief at having to no longer contend with his Lord. As he passed her he spoke firmly, “Come along.” They continued down the dark tunnel, his eyes not bothered by the dimness, as they progressed further away from the sentry he continued, “You found that amusing?”
Caellia answered him around a small smile. “Somewhat.” A small part of her had been slightly thrilled to watch him level his intimidating glare at someone other than herself.
“Hmm.” Nathavin smirked in the darkness. He turned serious again however as he questioned her, “Do you realize that some of your countrymen were sent here to attempt a rescue?”
Caellia stumbled slightly and put one hand out to steady herself on the wall of the tunnel. “I had considered the possibility that they would do something like that yes. It is only to be expected.”
Nathavin nodded in silent agreement, forgetting that she could not see it in the darkness. “I realize that your countrymen are not aware of our newly established alliance and will therefore order my troops to not kill any of your people they find on our lands.”
Caellia gave a small nod, “I thank you for that.” They rounded a final bend and she scrunched her eyes painfully shut at the sudden brightness. After a few seconds she slowly reopened them, blinking several times through the tears as she looked in wonder at tall pillars holding blue white orbs of light. The entire space was filled with the glow from the magic light of the orbs. She looked down and saw a massive hand, rising up out of the depths of darkness, powerful magic sparked and snapped dangerously around it.
Caellia was unaware of Nathavin as he observed her closely. It was obvious that she had not expected there to be light in the cavern. “From here on Caellia, you must do as I say without question. There are those here who will not like the fact that you are here and will not hesitate to make their feelings known to you. It will be safer for you to merely be seen with me and allow me to speak for you unless I tell you otherwise. Many of those who reside here are our highest trained masters who taught even me and they will think nothing of harming you.”
“But Nathavin, I thought you ruled your people. Not the other way around.” Caellia archly quipped back at him before becoming serious herself. “I understand, I do not like it but I understand it. However,” she paused as she turned to face him, “I will not be treated like a common prisoner. We are allied now and I expect to be treated as such by you and them. I will stay silent as you wish for now because they are also not aware of the alliance.” She stepped closer to him, her eyes glittering dangerously, “However, I expect you to inform them of our alliance. And I expect to be able to speak to them myself. I will tolerate no less, and I will not…hesitate…to make my own feelings known to them.”
They stood silently contemplating one another’s positions for many long tense seconds. Nathavin then merely turned away from her before saying coldly as he stalked away, “You are still in no position to make threats Caellia. I proposed the alliance…and I can dissolve it. I set the terms of the alliance and your,” he paused to consider his words, “warning, just now is in violation of the agreement as it is a direct threat against those under my protection.” He stopped two bow’s length away from her and spun back toward her, watching her face closely, “If I dissolve this alliance you will once again be my prisoner and I will not show you any compassion.”
Caellia’s face drained of color. He was once again cold and dangerous. She realized just how thoroughly she had botched the alliance agreement as his words sunk in. Nathavin still had the upper hand even though they were supposed to be working together. If she did something he did not approve of he could simply claim she was in violation of the agreement and dissolve it!
“Now come along Caellia. We’ve much to do and little time to work with.” He turned back around and strode angrily towards the temple. How dare she presume to think she could make such demands of him? He still held her fate in his hands! He had been far too lenient with her. He had allowed her to become to bold over the past few weeks on the ship and the situation would have to be rectified. Nathavin admitted to himself that he loved her and wanted her love in return, but she would obey him as well. He would not tolerate her impertinence. She would have to accept that he would lead, and she was expected to follow!
Caellia limply trailed behind him, disgusted with herself for her mishandling of the agreement. She should have seen through it. Instead, she had focused solely on the poor condition of his lands, and in a fit of righteous outrage, had made a blind and uninformed vow, careless of the cost.
She paid little attention as they marched past the giant, stone hand and made their way up the steps to the dark temple. As they entered the edifice she cast a quick glance around and became acutely aware that she was the center of attention. She heard Nathavin as he greeted their Tetrarch, an older elf with an ornate robe and a wizened face. She later learned that his name was Thifiell. Caellia noted that all the other master trainers were glaring at her frostily. She turned back to face Thifiell and found his keen eyes trained upon her as he stroked his long grayed beard in contemplation before he nodded curtly to Nathavin. Once again Nathavin began to speak to Thifiell in their coarse and uneven language. Her gaze began to roam the room as she took note of the many shelves of old worn manuscripts.
It was not long before she noticed that Nathavin and Thifiell were no longer talking, but were rather looking pointedly in the direction behind her and to the left. Caellia followed their gazes and her eyes locked with the turbulent gaze of one of the masters. His bare chest heaved as his nostrils flared in obvious hostility.
“Why are you here?” He bit out through tightly clenched teeth. “You do not belong here!” The muscles in his arms flexed as he withdrew a dagger from its place of concealment within his simple leather pants. “Your kind is not welcome here!”
Caellia narrowed her gaze at the aggressive elf as she readied to defend herself. As she began to take a challenging step forward, Nathavin’s cold, chilling voice stopped her mid-step.
“Master Harant, lower your weapon immediately.”
“Lord Nathavin, why do you lower yourself to travel with this filth? Let me remove her from your esteemed presence my Lord.”
“No.” Came Nathavin’s simple answer. He moved to stand in front of Caellia, effectively blocking her from Harants view. “She is here by my authority and you will not interfere with my business.”
Harant looked at Nathavin in disbelief. “You would tarnish your reputation, and our ancestral home, by bringing that swamp spawn into our temple?”
“Swamp spawn?!” Caellia indignantly cried, offended. “I’ll have you know that I’m…”
“SILENCE CAELLIA!” Nathavin bellowed at her as he whipped around to face her, both cutting off and drowning out her protestations.
Caellia flinched and shrank away from his wrath. She chanced a look at his face and caught him still glaring hotly at her. There was a tense moment of silence in the temple as she looked downward at the floor. She heard Thifiell order Harant back to his duties and the resulting snort and the slight whisper of the dagger as it was placed back in its sheath as Harant stalked away. “Natha…”
“Not one word Caellia.” Nathavin snarled. He turned to Thifiell, “We will continue this discussion later.”
“As you wish Lord Nathavin, I will be at your service whenever it is convenient for you.” Thifiell replied, watching calmly as Nathavin gripped Caellia’s arm ruthlessly and began to drag her out of the temple and down the steps.
Caellia winced as his fingernails bit into her flesh as he half dragged, half pushed her down the steps and to the left. As they reached the bottom of the stairs he flung her towards a black wrought iron rail. Caellia threw her hands up and caught herself on the railing, catching a good look at what was on the other side of rail. Or more accurately, what wasn’t on the other side. Her eyes widened in fear as his hands gripped hers on the railing tightly and his low voiced growl at her right caused her blood to freeze in her veins.
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