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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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Nathavin lay quietly next to Caellia watching her sleep as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. One corner of his mouth lifted upward slightly as she murmured quietly in her sleep, the words too muffled and indistinct for him to make out. When he stopped brushing his fingers through her hair, she twitched and shifted her head closer to him, nudging his hand. With a small laugh he picked up where he’d left off.

            His gaze flickered to her hands. While she had one tucked underneath her chin, her other hand was resting against her stomach, cradling it gently. Again he smiled reflexively. Ever since she’d found out she was pregnant she’d been doing that and it pleased him greatly to know that she was so careful and protective of their child.

            As he lay there, he wondered whether the baby would be a boy or a girl. Secretly he hoped for a girl. A daughter that he could thoroughly pamper and spoil. The more he thought of it, the more appealing it became. As his thoughts progressed through the stages of childhood he laughed outright at the thought of how he would ‘dissuade’ any would be suitors that came to the castle gates when his daughter came of age to marry. The thought of greeting the would-be suitors at the gates with his bow drawn and ready to fire held a certain appeal.

            Then came the thoughts of raising a little boy and all that would entail.

            With a light laugh, Nathavin knew for sure that whether their child was boy or girl, he would be well prepared to handle either.

            “What are you laughing about?” Caellia asked him sleepily through a yawn, not bothering to open her eyes.

Or at least, that’s what she thought she said. Nathavin however had heard: ‘Whatru affin bou?’

That had the effect of making him laugh a bit harder. When she cracked one eye open and peered at him through the veil of her hair and again spoke unintelligibly he couldn’t help himself. The effect was so comical that for a moment he couldn’t answer her.

With a ‘hmph’, Caellia turned over, putting her back to him, all the while muttering to herself sleepily in a mix of light and dark elvish curses.

“What did you call me?” Nathavin asked her through his laughter. More unintelligible half growls could be heard coming from her before she ended her muffled tirade in an annoyed sort of snort like sound.

Coming up behind her, he kissed her shoulder lightly before laying down behind her. “I love you too.”

            Reaching back lazily, she swatted at him and missed.

*****

            Standing atop the castle, Shi’nryne looked up at the darkened sky and frowned. The sky was blanketed with thick clouds, making the night darker than usual. Looking back down at the courtyard below, he noticed that he could barely seen anything, even with his sharp eyesight. A bad feeling began to grow in his stomach. Muffling a curse, he strode down the battlements.

            Zarvynaar, who’d also been keeping watch, saw Shi’nryne moving from his position and ran to catch up to him. “I have a bad feeling about tonight.” He quietly told the other male.

            “Same.” Shi’nryne answered back, not sparing a look at him. Coming up to a second nighttime patrol, he barked out roughly. “You two take a couple fenrirs and make a complete circuit of the lands surrounding the castle. Report back here in half an hour.”

            “Fenrirs?” Zarvynaar asked. “Why not striders?”

            “Fenrirs are quieter. The striders are fast, but they don’t exactly have a ‘light’ step.” Shi’nryne replied sardonically.

*****

            From the backs of their fenrirs, the two ghost hunters looked at one another in alarm before turning their gazes back to the advancing forces that obviously belonged to Asadar.

Looking to her brother, Shardaer whispered urgently. “We must get back and inform the others!”

Her brother, Micardrin shook his head. “Not without getting a rough estimate of how many we are up against.”

“Are you mad?” She whispered, edging her fenrir closer to his. “They number in the thousands, easy!”

Shaking his head, he argued with her. “We don’t know that for sure.” Turning his mount away from her he said in a low voice. “I’ll only be gone for a moment. I have a good idea how many are over here, I just need to count the ones in the next little valley.”

With another worried look at the invading army, Shardaer followed her brother anxiously. They continued to ride together, getting an accurate count of the army that would soon attack Goddard.

A human archer, scouting along the armies outer flanks soon spotted them. Raising his bow he let two arrows fly in quick succession. “We’ve been spotted!” He called out behind him. Immediately he was surrounded by three more people.

A mage began to cast his spell but the archer swiftly knocked the arcana mace to the side, interrupting the spell. “If you cast a spell using fire, it will be seen from the castle walls.” As he said this, the other archer continued to fire his arrows at the quickly departing scouts. Satisfied the mage wouldn’t attack, he raised his bow and aimed while instructing the other archer in an uncaring voice. “Shoot their wolves out from under them.”

Shardaer resisted the urge to scream as she felt an arrow rip through her right shoulder. Biting her lip in agony, she pushed her fenrir to run faster. Another arrow sailed past her, followed by another that grazed her lower leg.

Micardrin was also fighting back the urge to yell in agony. Several arrows had landed in his back and the pain was immeasurable. Pushing the overgrown wolf to run faster, he struggled to remain on its back. A pained yelp from the fenrir beneath him made him look down at the animal and curse loudly. They had shot it! He and his sister had raised it since it was nothing more than a small orphaned pup and the stupid humans had shot it!

Another yelp of pain and the fenrir began to limp, although it was still trying to run. Low whimpers began emitting from the animals throat as it slowed even further. As it slowed, Micardrin turned in the saddle and could see that it had been shot low in the hindquarters.

Two more arrows hit him, one in the shoulder, knocking him to the ground. The other landed in his ribcage as he was spun around from the force of the first arrow. Laying on his side, he watched through rapidly fading vision as the humans approached him cautiously. He could hear his poor fenrir growling in threat, trying to protect him. Suddenly a human was leaning over him. Gathering his remaining strength, he cursed her in his native language. “Dhaun aere cice!”

Her eyebrows lifted in confusion. “Now, I’m sure that wasn’t nice.” She stated in a mildly put out tone before she lifted the dagger and brought it swiftly down and into his heart. A sudden loud snarl ending with a sharp snap was heard from the wolf and she reacted swiftly. Tucking into a roll and lunging to her right, she narrowly avoided being caught in the wolf’s massive jaws. Sparing a look to her archer companions she frantically yelled. “Kill it!”

The only reply was the animals pained yelp as a final arrow lodged deep in its chest. With a sigh, she went back and retrieved her beloved dagger from the fallen body. Looking in the direction of the castle, she broke the silence. “The other one got away. They will know we’re coming.”

The mage followed her gaze and replied somberly. “They already knew we were coming.” He gazed down at the fallen body and kicked it lightly. “They have already lost one, we have lost none.” Looking back at the others with an unholy smirk he commented. “The odds are now even more in our favor, if only by one.”

*****

            Shardaer raced up the large ramps and through the castles main gates. Turning around to face her brother, a horrified whisper left her lips. “No…Micardrin, no.” Tears flooded her eyes as she realized that her brother must’ve been caught. He had been a fair distance behind her and would have been easier for them to catch up to. Bowing her head, she asked Shilen to keep him safe. Then she turned to find Shi’nryne. Once she found him, she wasted no time and told him exactly what she’d seen.

            With a curse Shi’nryne began barking orders out to nearby dark elves and orcs. Turning his head he addressed Zarvynaar. “Come with me.”

            Following Shi’nryne closely, Zarvynaar asked. “Where are we going?”

            “To wake Lord Nathavin and Queen Caellia.” Shi’nryne replied tightly. As they ran through the castle, Shi’nryne spoke quickly. “Stay as close to Caellia as you can. Do not under any circumstance become separated from her. I will do the same for Nathavin. He will want to keep her near him for protection but you heard what Caellia said in that meeting. Asadar will be targeting her and trying to separate them. If that happens, you stay with her at all costs.” Stopping for a moment he turned and faced the younger male, his gaze focused and intense. “If it becomes necessary…”

            Zarvynaar nodded wordlessly, understanding immediately what Shi’nryne was telling him.

            Nodding in satisfaction, Shi’nryne raced away again.
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