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Treason	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing, NCSoft regrettably does, I make no profit off of this story that is based on Lineage2.

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**Installment 6**

One week had passed since that last fight and Caellia was extremely fatigued. They had spent long days traveling by striders, Caellia being forced to ride with Nathavin on his, and she was less than impressed with the mode of transport. It was faster yes, but awfully bruising on the bottom. Not to mention the vile creatures simply stank. She hadn’t spoken to Einao since that day even though he traveled with them, and he had not spoken to her.

They had crossed into country she had never dared to cross into. The molten rock was as deadly as it was beautiful, but there were far more dangers than that. The creatures here were extremely aggressive and very powerful. More than once they had to fight their way clear of the creatures, and each time Nathavin would take the opportunity to boast on his men’s hunting prowess. She was interrupted from her thoughts as the beast stumbled slightly on the uneven ground and she was thrown back into Nathavin’s chest. She stiffened and sucked her breath in with a sharp hiss as one of his arms tightened around her to keep from falling, the other keeping a firm grip on the leather reins of the beast.

Nathavin leaned closer to her and breathed softly in her delicate ear, “I won’t let you fall little one. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” He inwardly laughed as she further stiffened and attempted to pull away from him, a useless attempt as he simply tightened his hold on her. He was finding this highly amusing, it seemed that she was going to be an interesting person and not at all like he had thought. Perhaps when the ceremony was over he wouldn’t just throw her in the dungeons to rot as had been his original intention.

Caellia continued to struggle quietly in his arms until the strider stumbled once more, this time on even ground. Caellia stilled at once knowing that she had caused the beast to stumble, and she did not want to be the cause of it falling. It could easily crush her and Nathavin both under its enormous weight. Settling as best she could without having more contact than was strictly necessary with Nathavin she waited for them to reach their destination, wherever that was.

Einao watched Caellia from the back of the group. He had taken a strider whose owner had been killed in the fight. He was angry with her, but he was also worried about Nathavin’s sudden new view of her. Nathavin had always believed the Princess would be shallow and worthless, only thinking of herself with no useful skills, and Caellia was neither shallow nor worthless. He had witnessed the beast stumble and the ensuing struggle afterward that led to the second stumble. If he wasn’t mistaken, and he doubted that possibility, Nathavin had a tighter grip on her than was needed.

He rode silently watching the two for a while longer, lost in his own misery, when he noticed Nathavin pull his strider to a stop but motioned everyone else to continue. As he neared them he realized that Caellia had actually fallen asleep and was now leaning quite heavily against Nathavin’s chest. This was forcing him to adjust his position on the strider which was why he had stopped. Einao brought his beast even with Nathavin’s and watched as Nathavin skillfully shifted without waking her up. He continued to watch Caellia’s sleeping face until he felt someone staring at him, looking up he met Nathavin’s cold, steel gray eyes.

“I thought I told everyone to continue ahead of me Einao. So why are you still here?” His voice was raspy and harsh from the sulfuric fumes of the swamplands. Moreover, he was definitely angry at being disturbed.

Einao reacted swiftly, and without thinking, “Goryn loves her you know, and he will come after us.” He watched as Nathavin tensed immediately and tightened his grip on the reins. Einao knew it would not be wise to stay any longer and promptly left Nathavin alone.

Nathavin watched him leave until he felt a slight shift in his arms, glancing down he watched Caellia stretch slightly before falling back into a deep slumber. As he set the strider in motion once more, her bangs fell to one side of her face revealing the tattoo on her forehead. It captured his attention as he wondered where it had come from and what its meaning was and why it was there. He brushed his thumb over it softly, curiosity brimming over at the sight of the small crescent moon shape on her forehead. Furrowing his brows and concentrating harder he saw a faint mark encircling the half moon. It had the shape of what appeared to be an arrow in flight, yet it was wrapping around the moon. Leaning back once more he swore to himself to ask her what that mark meant.

*****

Goryn fidgeted and squirmed under the healer’s scrutiny. It had taken quite a long time for him to recover from his wounds and he was anxious to find Caellia. The High Priest Asterios had heard of the attack and had sent several more knights to aid in the recovery. Goryn didn’t know if Asterios had any knowledge of what the knights were saying but he needed to find out if what they said was true. It regarded that strange mark on her forehead, he knew that its simple meaning was to represent and prove who she was and her status. What he was hearing however was disturbing, a prophecy of a dark allegiance with the ‘house of moon’. Since the light elven race regarded themselves as a private, peaceful race, they often did not share their family names with peoples outside of their own.

The new elven knights kept whispering something about her being ‘Kennyrmitore’, which roughly translated seemed to mean ‘sworn to the moon’. But what did that mean? It was confusing and they had refused to answer him when he questioned them about the possible meanings. They seemed frightened that a disaster was on the horizon and that there was nothing they could do to stop it. Frowning at the healer as she made a sigh of protest as he stood up, he forced himself to the library. He needed answers and he needed them now.

*****

Caellia murmured in weak protest as she was jostled out of her rather comfortable position. She was dimly aware that she was being lifted off of something before she was once again brought back into the circle of warmth she had been removed from. She settled back down readily within that warmth. Once more, she was lightly pulled from her sleep as she was placed down on something cushiony and covered with something soft and warm before she felt a weight settle somewhere behind her. She fell back into deep sleep, never noticing the strange weight shifting away, never noticing when the magic rope was placed and knotted expertly around her wrists and ankles. She did however sleepily notice that whatever the soft thing was, it wasn’t near warm enough and groggily muttered, “Cold.” The weight seemed to magically reappear behind her and cocooned her with warmth as she once more for the final time fell back into deep fatigued slumber.

Nathavin listened as Caellia’s breathing evened back out. Once he was sure she was sound asleep he silently pulled away and stood up. Glancing around the room he spotted the scroll he’d been looking for. He had mistakenly left it here the last time he’d stayed in the hut. He noiselessly walked across the near pitch black room and scooped the scroll up before heading outside to further study its contents in the brighter light of the campfire. It wasn’t long before he shot to his feet in shock, the scroll couldn’t be true! He re-read the passage in question and dropped the scroll to the side and stoked the fire to a brighter light before picking the scroll up once again to read it once more. The scroll described a significant part of history and had been hidden for ages until he had discovered it.

It spoke of light elven treason of the highest caliber. Lord Erenor and Lady Serath had been plotting with the then Lord of the dark elves, Lord Amaldrin Rilynmitore, to reunite the two races. It was a plan to have their newborn daughter and the son of the dark elven Lord’s join the lands in marriage, much the same way he was intending on doing. However, both they and the dark elven Lord’s goal was to ultimately bring the two races back together into one noble race again. The dark elves gave Caellia the last part of their surname, ‘mitore’ and the light elves kept the first part of their surname, ‘Kennyr’.

Before that could happen however the two Elven Lords had been killed. Caellia’s name had not changed, but his own had. The scroll described how the young Prince of the dark elven lands had been spared and his name changed to protect his safety until he could protect himself. A friend of his fathers had taken him in and given him the name of Despana and claimed him as his own. The scroll had been written by his adoptive father and secreted away in a hidden chest. Likely his adoptive father had meant to give it to him at a later date but had not lived long enough to do so. Nathavin’s true name was not Despana, but Rilynmitore.
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