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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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A litany of curses flew from Nathavin’s lips. “Shi’nryne! Zarvynaar! Get her out of here, now!” He yelled frantically.

            Andraos charged down the steps toward Asadar and engaged him in a furious sword fight, trying to stay out of Nathavin’s line of fire. His dual swords flashed brilliantly as they met Asadar’s blade and shield again and again.

            “No! Let me go! Please! I need to help him!” Caellia screamed as she desperately tried to shake off the two males dragging her away. Turning to face Zarvynaar, she yelled at him. “I’m ordering you to let go of me!”

            He didn’t reply back, he just simply kept pulling her along. There was nothing he could do. Nathavin had given him a direct order and had ensured that he understood that it over-rode any order she gave him.

            Taking pity on her, Shi’nryne responded. “We have our orders Caellia. We must get you to safety.”

            “He’s going to die!” Caellia cried heartbrokenly, still straining against them. Their momentary silence made her all the more frantic.

            “Do you think the castle is lost?” Zarvynaar questioned, making sure to speak in their language so Caellia wouldn’t understand.

            Shi’nryne shook his head while replying back in the same language. “Nathavin will think of something.” A rather strong pull from Caellia made him pause for a moment while they regained control of her. “He’s just worried about her and wants to be sure she’s safe.” He shouldn’t have let her stay here and fight at all, however he kept that thought to himself. “When we have secured her, I will rejoin Nathavin. You will stay with her.”

*****

            Asadar threw back his head and laughed as he slammed his shield into the side of Andraos’ head, knocking the other male to the ground. Bounding up the steps, he closed the distance between himself and Nathavin. After only a few running steps he was suddenly unable to move, his legs seemingly paralyzed. Looking around he caught sight of Hontas casting a familiar spell and laughed. “Now I thought you’d given up that profession?”

            Hontas shuddered in rage as he watched the fallen body pick itself up from the ground and turn to face him. As he looked back at Asadar, he replied, his voice full of vengeance and hatred. “For Marin, I will take it up this one last time.” His voice filled with fury, he gave the command for the undead being to attack.

            “Fool!” Asadar yelled, his sword slicing cleanly through the undead things arm, severing it from the body. The distraction cost him however as he felt two of Nathavin’s arrows slice into his cheek as they tore past him. His fist came up and wiped the blood away absently as he stared at the suddenly far more confident dark elven Lord.

            “First blood.” Nathavin snarled quietly as he readied the next arrow. “You will not leave this castle alive. I assure you of that.” With Caellia being escorted to safety, he could now allow himself to fully concentrate on the battle without having to worry about her possibly getting hurt.

            “So sure of that are you?” Asadar stated in his own quiet voice, though it was no less threatening.

            Nathavin didn’t reply for a long moment as a private conversation he’d had with Andraos floated back to him. Everything that mattered to him was inside this castle. He couldn’t afford to lose to Asadar. “I’m certain of it.” And there was something else that Asadar seemed to not be aware of yet. Most of his forces that were still alive were no longer fighting. The orcs and Kattath, along with the Shillien Templar and his small unit, had re-entered the castle and forced Asadar’s remaining troops to drop their weapons and surrender while Asadar had been battling his way up the stairs.

            Andraos slowly picked himself up off the stone floor and stood up painfully. “Asadar…” He grunted through the pain.

            A flicker of annoyance crossed the demented king’s face. “You’re still alive?”

            As the two of them engaged in a heated verbal exchange, Nathavin caught sight of a dark form slinking slowly through the shadows behind Andraos. What was it Andraos had said earlier? Something about a... “Andraos behind you!” He yelled even as he pulled his bow up and fired.

            Andraos turned around in time to see the huge panther launch itself at him from the shadows with a loud roar. Reflexively he brought his left arm up in a move to protect himself.

            The arrow fired from Nathavin’s bow struck the cat in the shoulder, glancing off the armored plating. Thrown off balance mid-leap, the cat hit the floor on all fours and immediately swung around, one foreleg outstretched and swiping furiously at Andraos’ legs and feet.

            Not wanting to waste the opportunity Asadar swung his attention to Nathavin and charged him while everyone was focused on the cat. “Now you will die!”

            Nathavin didn’t waste time on a response. Swiftly he brought the bow up and just managed to fire a single shot aimed just in front of Asadar’s feet. Trying to avoid the arrow sticking up from the ground at an odd angle, Asadar stumbled. That stumble gave Nathavin time to come around his right side and fire another arrow directly into a weak spot in the joint of the armor at the back of the knee.

            With a pained grunt, Asadar swung his sword out, managing to land a deep blow to Nathavins upper thigh. “You will never defeat me Nathavin!” Asadar taunted as he regained his footing, watching the dark elf dodge his sword yet again. It irked him though that even though the wound on the archer’s thigh was deep his movement didn’t seem to be hampered.

            Staying silent yet again, Nathavin merely watched closely. It seemed that his silence was slowly causing Asadar to be more and more mentally unstable. Biting back a groan of pain, he put all of his weight on his injured leg and leaped to one side to avoid another of Asadar’s attempts to strike him. As soon as he came to halt, he again raised his bow and fired two shots quickly at Asadar’s back. Although the arrows didn’t penetrate the plated armor, their force actually propelled him face first onto the cold stone floor of the castle.

            White hot anger blazed through Asadar as he struggled to his feet. He whirled around to face Nathavin, “Die already!” Angrily he called the cat back to his side. Whispering the words of a dark spell, a large pinkish-purple bubble shaped shield flared into being around him. “Your arrows will do nothing to me now.” Glancing at the others that surrounded him, he called out in clear challenge. “None of you can do anything to me now.”

            “Stupid.” Nathavin finally replied, more as a means of further goading and throwing Asadar off-balance than any real opinion as for the intelligence of his choice of spell. “You want to kill me, yet you cast the one spell that you can’t even leave the safety of to chase after me.” He said with a nod to the sword, indicating rather pointedly that all he had to do was stay out of the swords range. An easy enough feat to accomplish as all he had to do was calmly wait for Asadar’s spell to break and fall. After a slight pause, “And not only that, but you then openly dare the others to come after you.”

            Asadar laughed. “You’re right Nathavin. I can’t leave the safety of the shield. But the cat can!”

            With another roar the cat raced toward Nathavin as Hontas and Andraos attacked Asadar.

            Cursing yet again, Nathavin had to focus his entire attention on the incredibly fast feline. The animal was amazingly quick and it was soon clear that the task of even keeping it in his sights long enough for a clean shot was going to be difficult. It was everywhere at once. In front of him one second and behind him the next. He even had to resort at one point to clubbing it on the side of the head with his bow to knock it away from him.

*****

            As Caellia, Shi’nryne and Zarvynaar grew closer to the dreaded prison cell, as she’d taken to calling the hated room, she grew more desperate. “Please!”

            Having had enough of her yelling and pleading, Zarvynaar finally stopped and pushed her against the wall carefully, being mindful not to hurt her. “Enough! You are my Queen, but he is our Lord! Our. Both of ours.”

            Caellia stared at him furiously. “I understand that! But he is also my husband!”

            “All the more reason for you to do as he has requested of you!” Zarvynaar fired back.

            Shi’nryne watched them silently, noticing how very still Caellia had gotten. His eyes narrowed at the mutinous look that was spreading across her face while her eyes seemed to focus on a point just in front of Zarvynaar. Having trained with her so extensively, he recognized this look. And it did not bode well for him and Zarvynaar. She only had this look when she was very close to figuring out a way to beat him. Before he had time to say anything to her, her eyes refocused and she pinned Zarvynaar with a fierce stare.

            “If my life is not mine to risk because it belongs to him and this baby, then his life isn’t his to risk because his life belongs to me and this baby as well.” Her eyes flicked to Shi’nryne, seeing the stunned look on his face she knew she was on the right track. “I am his wife, and the mother of his child. I need him. The baby needs him.”

            “Also, all elves, light and dark alike, need him as well.” She stated with quiet conviction. “He is the only one who can ensure this alliance works.” Staring up at Shi’nryne, “If he dies, this alliance we have will fall apart. I can’t make it work. Not without him.” She spoke lowly, trying desperately to make them understand her point. “Don’t you see, his life isn’t his to risk either!”

            “He is the Lord! It is his prerogative to risk his life as he sees fit!” Zarvynaar snapped out at her.

            “No it’s not!” Caellia snapped right back. “Don’t you see?!” Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes.

            “She’s right.” Shi’nryne said with dawning understanding. “He shouldn’t be there. He should be somewhere safe, so that if the castle falls we will still have a Lord to guide us. If the castle falls and he is killed…” He didn’t finish that thought. Looking to Caellia he muttered curtly. “Stay here.”

            Caellia raised an eyebrow at him. “No. My orders carry the same weight as his now. I’m going up there.” Shi’nryne had always wanted her to stand up to him hadn’t he? Stand her ground in the face of opposition? Well now she was.

            A growl of aggravation escaped Shi’nryne as he realized what she was doing. “You just had to choose now, of all times, to do this to me didn’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, he raced back the way they’d come.

            “You mean to tell me we came all this way for nothing!?” Zarvynaar yelled incredulously at their disappearing backs before swearing violently and dashing off after them.

*****

            The warlock watched the fight between Asadar and the others tensely. He wanted to help but the dark elves charged with watching over the prisoners would not let him. Watching the fight, it was painfully clear to him that Nathavin simply couldn’t keep up with the cat’s fast reflexes. Taking one last look at the guards, he made his decision. If they killed him, at least he would die knowing he had saved the dark elven Lord. Focusing all of his attention on the large panther, he chanted the incantation under his breath.

*****

            Caellia and the others burst back onto the balcony to find nearly everyone battling Asadar. An enraged yowl caught her attention and her breath caught in her throat to see Nathavin bleeding badly and barely able to stand while battling a huge armored panther. She didn’t even notice that Shi’nryne and Zarvynaar had gone on ahead and were oblivious to the trouble Nathavin was in. A terrified scream tore from her throat as she raised her bow and took aim at the cat.

            Before she could fire, the cat suddenly stopped its attack on Nathavin. Shaking its head violently back and forth, it began hissing and growling. The forepaws came up and took long frantic swipes at its head and ears. The hissing and growling gave way to terrible yowls that sounded eerily like screams as it became more frenzied.

            Everyone, including Asadar, stopped to stare at the sight of the afflicted animal. Confused as to what could be causing the cat to act that way, Asadar took several limping steps forward, calling to the beast, trying to regain control over it. It was the wrong thing to do.

            Falling over to its side, the back legs joined the front legs in scratching at its ears and head. Standing back up it stood absolutely still for several long seconds before it swung its head in Asadar’s direction. Slowly, the big cat began to walk toward him.

            Believing he had regained control of the cat, Asadar again gave it the command to come to him.

            The cat broke into a slow run that gradually got faster. A deep growl started in its throat. Building up speed, the cat suddenly lunged through the air at Asadar.

            Asadar realized too late that the cat was not under his control. With a strangled cry, he tried to throw his hands up to somehow try to hurl the cat away from him but it was too late. The cat’s massive claws found purchase in the armor and both fell to the ground from the momentum of the leap. The cat didn’t stop there, twisting its head this way and that, it savagely bit at Asadar’s throat until finally the teeth broke through the neck guard and sunk deeply into his neck.

            For several long seconds no one moved, too stunned by what they had just witnessed.

            “Kill it.” Andraos whispered in stunned horror.

            Shi’nryne lunged forward and plunged both swords between the panther’s shoulders, the swords driving down through both the cat and Asadar’s lifeless body.

            Nathavin limped forward slowly, unaware of the many bleeding lacerations that covered him from the cats brutal attack. It was over. Finally, it was all over. His bow fell from his hands and darkness overtook him as he collapsed from the blood loss.

            “Nathavin!” Caellia shrieked, seeing him fall.
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