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Treason	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tazair gave the two sentries at the entrance of the dark elven caverns a final look before casting Baelthal a skeptical glance. They had made their way back to the caverns at Baelthal’s urging. He had pleaded with Tazair to give him another chance, a chance to redeem himself and to help save Caellia. “Baelthal, are you absolutely certain you can make that sentry fall asleep with your spell on the first try? And keep him asleep long enough for me to kill the second one before the first wakes back up?” He hated to doubt the younger elf, however if this didn’t work they would both end up dead.
Baelthal snorted irritably, “I’ve already told you that I can. If not, I can cast another spell to keep him in place until I can get him to sleep while you handle the archer.”
“I know that, but if you’re busy trying to get him to sleep who’s going to keep me alive while I fight the archer?” Tazair retorted.
“I can do both!” Baelthal heatedly responded. “Nalia chose me because I’m the best qualified for this mission! It was poor planning that the first two sentries nearly killed us. If I’d been paying more attention I would have seen the second sentry appear from the forest and could have stalled him. As it was, I kept a constant heal spell on you the whole time. Which worked out pretty well don’t you think?”
Tazair looked into Baelthal’s face, gauging the fierce determination in his eyes. The younger elf seemed to have recovered his self confidence and was eager to give it another try. He sighed in resignation, “Let’s get in close range. The closer we can get, the less time that archer will have to take his first shot at me.” Baelthal nodded in silent agreement as the two moved closer to the sentries.
*****
Nalia was abruptly woken from her unintentional nap by the sound of shuffling feet. She hastily scrubbed her eyes as she forced herself into full wakefulness and looked outside the door. The orcs that she had seen earlier were back and they were carrying quite a few boxes. Some of the boxes had words on them in the dark elven language and some simply had drawings on them. Presumably those drawings represented what was inside the boxes. As she watched she became aware that they were getting ready to organize them. One of the orcs began gesturing to a building to her left. As the other orcs were beginning to heft the boxes and take them to that building, a dark elven female in a gleaming set of red armor halted them. She spoke rapidly and angrily at the orcs. It was an obvious argument and a quick one as the orcs finally gave in to her and changed direction. They were now heading towards Nalia!
Nalia frantically scrambled away from the door as she drew in a sharp hiss. She prepared to come face to face with the orcs and drew her swords from their sheaths. Nalia decided she would not go down without a fight and she would take a few of them with her!
So focused on her imminent discovery, Nalia did not noticed the door behind her. As she leaned against it, the door swung open outward and deposited her on the ground. Nalia bit her lip to keep from crying out and alerting the orcs to her presence. Picking herself up off the ground she made a mad dash across the vast corridor and swung around the nearest building out of sight.
Taking a look around as she attempted to catch her breath she froze. A white armored clad dark elven male was standing near a slender black railing. Judging from the way he was standing, Nalia knew he was holding someone against it. Nalia continued to watch for a moment as she caught her breath, he was obviously angry with whoever he was threatening and she did not think he would notice her for a few brief seconds as she rested.
While Nalia told herself that, she still kept a close watch on them just in case he proved her wrong and did notice her. As the seconds crept by, she looked for another doorway and spied one. Taking one final glance in the males’ direction, she stealthily made her way to the door and disappeared inside.
Once she was sure she was alone in her new hiding place she peeked back outside the door to check on the arguing pair next to the railing. The man was pulled back slightly, no longer in a threatening pose. She could almost see who he was standing with. As the minutes passed, she began to grow bored watching the two. As she was getting ready to turn her back to them, the hidden person stepped into view and Nalia sank to her knees. Caellia!
*****
Tazair swung mightily at the sentry, his sword glancing off the massive shield the knight was carrying. The archer had gone down quickly. Tazair’s first blow had landed on the bow, nearly snapping it in half. The second and third blows had torn the bowstring loose. Tazair had finished the archer with a fatal strike from behind. It had looked to be an easy fight as he had then turned his attention to the knight. How wrong he had been, Baelthal could not possibly have known that the sentries were going to be having a shift change at the moment they decided to attack them. As soon as Tazair had finished the archer, two more sentries arrived on the scene and had captured Baelthal, silencing him to prevent him from helping Tazair.
Sweat beaded on Tazairs’ brow as he fought the dark elven knight. The knight had insisted he be allowed to fight Tazair on his own to avenge his friends death and his companions had allowed him. They now stood silently to the side watching the fight.
The knights’ blade rose swiftly upwards before crashing down on Tazairs armor, causing the sword singer to stumble. Letting out a bestial roar, he advanced on Tazair forcing the lighter elf into a corner. “Shillien curse you to the darkest depths of the underworld!” The knight cried as he viciously swung his sword in the direction of his opponents’ neck.
Tazair raised his shield in the nick of time, blocking the blow. His eyes widened in horror as he heard his shield emit a sickening groan as it began to give way under the relentless beating. The dark elf was still pounding against it with his blade, hacking at the beautiful forest green shield with its ivory edges. Tazair pushed his way off the ground and staggered to his feet between blows. Shaking his head to clear his vision he stared at his nemesis, breathing hard.
He couldn’t take much more of this and his eyes strayed to Baelthal who was still struggling in the grips of two more sentries. He was still trying to cast spells, Tazair could see the words forming on his lips but no sound was coming forth. Turning back to the powerful sentry, he flipped his slender sword in indecision, feeling its comforting weight in his hand. The dark elf laughed, it was a harsh and grating sound that filled Tazair with dread as he looked upon the sentry.
“You insignificant fool.” The sentry laughed again, “Have you no concept of who you are dealing with? I am the Commander of the Sentry unit. I was hand picked by Lord Nathavin himself.” His eyes turned hard as stone, “And you have killed my brother!” With a mighty lunge the sentry kicked the shield out of Tazairs’ hand, splintering it, and held the heavy blade at his throat. “Be grateful my Lord has ordered that your lives be spared!” He savagely whispered, “Or you would have been dead long ago!” He addressed the other sentries, “We must take these prisoners to the dungeons. As soon as that’s done I will inform Lord Nathavin of their capture.” He shoved Tazair in front of him and placed the blade at his back, “After you.” He said mockingly as they filed into the tunnel and down into the caverns.
*****
Caellia shuddered as she felt Nathavin press her firmly against the railing, causing it to groan slightly. “Nathavin…I’m sorry…I…” She was cut off by Nathavins angry voice.
“I specifically told you to keep quiet Caellia. Why didn’t you obey me?”
“Nathavin I’m sorry! I didn’t mean…” Once again Caellia fell silent as he refused to let her finish.
“I did not tell you that for nothing Caellia! These elves have little tolerance for your kind!” Nathavin barked at her. “Why must you continue to challenge me?”
“I was not challenging you Nathavin! I wasn’t challenging anyone!” Caellia tried to turn to face him but abandoned that idea when he leaned further into her, preventing her from being able to turn to him. “That arrogant elf made a direct slur against me and I defended myself! Or would have if you hadn’t of…”
“They do not understand that you are here to help, and there will still be those who will insist that we should crush your people, not ally ourselves with them even when I do inform them of the alliance.” Nathavin gripped her hands even tighter. “Do you not understand that I’m being placed in a difficult position too?”
His voice softened somewhat, “Caellia there are people who will try to use this alliance against me. They will try to wrest control of my people from me if I do not have some measure of control over you, and by extension the alliance.”
Caellia lowered her head, shielding her face from his view with her hair, as her face burned from the reaction his words had caused her. Why had that one comment caused a flurry of excitement? “Nathavin I can’t let you control me. I will not let you control me!” She shakily replied.
“In here you must obey me Caellia.” His anger had abated and his tone was firm, “They do not and will not trust you until you do something to earn their trust. Harant has proven that.”
“But how can I earn their trust if you won’t let me speak to any of them?!” Caellia asked.
“I will think of something. In the meantime, do as I tell you without question.” He leaned his head down to her neck. Nathavin noticed how tightly he was holding her hands to the rail and instantly lessened his grip on them. Caellia began to flex her fingers to return the blood flow.
Without fully realizing it, his hands gripped hers again and turned the palms upward. His face contorted slightly with guilt as he witnessed the extent of his anger. The insides of her palms were red and he could clearly see the impression of the wrought iron rail. The pads of his fingers began to lightly trace the lines in hers, massaging the abused flesh tenderly. Nathavin relaxed as he continued his ministrations to her hands, oblivious to the turmoil building within Caellia.
Caellia could only watch as he continued to rub her hands. He had done it again, he’d become violently angry with her only to become supremely gentle. Like that time in the forest after he’d chased her all day; only to insist that he be allowed to carry her after she’d hurt her ankle. A blush stained her cheeks. She still couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep in his arms. A strange feeling of calm and exhilaration rushed through her as she replayed the scene in her mind. The blush deepened, he had smelled nice too. Caellia jerked away from him slightly as she mentally chided herself, what was she thinking?! Tensing, she looked down to see his hands still massaging hers. She attempted to free her hands and couldn’t.
“Caellia, what is it?” Nathavin gripped her hands tighter as she attempted to pull away. He was confused. He had thought that she’d realized he was no longer angry with her. She had relaxed into him for a few scant minutes and then had suddenly pulled back. Nathavin tugged her back toward him, wanting to regain the closeness they’d just had. Tugging a little harder, he succeeded in pulling her to him again. “Relax, I’m not angry with you anymore.” He sighed deeply and lowered his chin, resting it on top of her head.
What was he to do with her? How could he make her see that he cared for her and that was the reason he’d asked her to obey him here. The masters represented the biggest threat to her, they were the oldest and most skilled out of everyone he knew. If they were not handled carefully they could cause him a lot of trouble.
“Nathavin,” Caellia hesitantly began, “why…” She stopped, unsure how to ask the question she wanted to ask him. “How…” A frustrated sound escaped her lips as she frowned slightly.
A slight smile graced his features, “You want to know why I get so angry with you so quickly, and then can be so calm so soon afterward?” He felt her head bob up and down against his chin, answering yes. “For the same reason you can be so relaxed against me after I’ve been so angry.” His eyes closed in self loathing. He could face down countless enemies with no fear. Yet he was frightened of what her response would be if he told her the truth, and she didn’t return his feelings. He still could not tell her the truth.
Caellia frowned at the non answer, trying to make sense of it. The answer spun around in her head as she sought to interpret the many different meanings of it. The problem was she didn’t know why she could relax so easily with him even after a fight. Her musings were interrupted as he pulled away from her and started to pull her away from the rail.
“We must go, it’s getting late. I will show you where you will be staying while you are here.” Caellia only nodded and stepped to his side, preparing to follow him.
Neither of them had ever noticed Nalia’s presence.
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