Prelude to the Arcanium Empire - Quistis V.S. Ultima Trev

[Gorath Sodom]

(((Mandatory OOC: This RPB may contain material not suitable for children under the age of 17. If you are under age and/or easily offended, please do not read.)))

(((OOC: As nerdy as this sounds, this RPB is set in a reality I have created for one of my novels, entitled The Bigaroh Legend. The events here take place a couple millennums prior to that.)))

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PROLOGUE

Millenniums ago in the realm of Mysidon, conflict erupted between its inhabitants. These creatures, whom appeared Elven by our standards, were going to war because of the one entity that kills more than anything else: Religion. A group of heretics, what we know as the Drow, for the longest time were ones to put faith into science instead of Gaia's spirit. They were banned from civilization, forced to migrate out of the forests and into the darkest caves.

During this time of exile, the Drow continued their scientific experiments in peace. They have accomplished so much in little time. Using the power of science, they were able to enhance their physical and spiritual beings, and eventually created advanced weaponry and transportation. Within two centuries of their exile, they created a craft capable of speeds greater than light because of their perception of time and space, in addition to their knowledge of manipulating black matter. The Drow decided to start a caravan in space; a search for new worlds. However, they were also hungry for vengeance.

For several years, a war dragged on between the Forest Elves, the Mysidonites, and the Dark Elves, who would later be known as the Arcaniums. Their mission wasn't a matter of extermination, just a matter of seeing justice done to those that have wronged them. Unfortunately, the exposure to repeated muscular and spiritual enhancements made them a bit more violent than usual. Especially in the king's situation.

This is a tale before the time of Valok Bigaroh, the heir to the throne of Elves; the one destined to unite the followers of Gaia and the followers of Science. And ultimately, the one destined to save the universe from both the forces of Heaven and Hell.

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And now begins CHAPTER ONE...

Natural hot springs lay deep within the caves of Mysidon. It is often a haven for one Drow female to ease her mind and body. Currently, she was covered up to the halfway point on her bosom by the bubbling water, but one could still tell she is quite the extraordinary flower. One could see her silky, dark tan skin, the cleavage of her perky busts, shimmering, lavender locks which were tied into a bun, minus some loose strands in the front, sparkley, golden yellow eyes, and Aphrodite-like face.

She was Torhech Bigaroh, general of the Drow military.

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She had two younger brothers, Klug, the second born, and Valentino, the youngest.

Valentino was a valiant warrior who is a direct ancestor to Valok Bigaroh. He knew little greed and did not mind helping those in need.

Klug was the opposite, he enjoyed material goods and loved killing those weaker than him without mercy. Whatever gene that made him so was the same one that infested Tralamb's being.

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“Torhech!” a voice called out to her telepathically. “ I believe we may have a security breach. Four off duty soldiers and their families were killed.”

It was her trusted brother, Valentino.

She shot out of the warm onsen. “What is your location?” She replied via her mind's eye.

“The central square. We are having a med team perform an autopsy.”

“I'll be there in in a matter of minutes. Hold down the fort until I get there.”

“Yes ma'am.”

The woman reached for a cerulean blue towel on the ground and wrapped it around her. No longer were her erogenous zones, rear end, or flat mid drift bare, but one could get a generous eyeful of her well toned thighs and cleavage. She also yanked the black hair tie out and placed it on her left wrist as a bracelet, allowing her hair to flow freely, reaching a couple inches below her shoulders.

Out of nowhere, a look of shock found its way onto her profile. 'I'm sensing a foreign presence, an extremely powerful one... This might get out of hand.'

Next Torhech reached for her weapon, a broad sword tucked into an ivory sheath, and strapped it around her waist.

She was now prepared to journey towards her next destination.

[Quistis]

occ- very nice intro



The purpose of all war is ultimately peace.

--Saint Augustine

"Eressea Kilriel, from this day on we welcome you to the ranks of our army's forest rangers. May Gaia's forces guide you."

The voice of her commander still lingered to her ears as she savored the smell of fresh air in the forest of Mysidon. Eressea- meaning the "Lonely Isle" - was on her first solo mission-.to investigate a reported area where a Drow was spotted.

Only 18 ears of age- Eressea was a very young elf. She displayed exceptional fighting skills and could weild Gaia's forces better than anyone her senior at the Forest Elves' Elite Ranger troops. Perhaps the fact that she was found alone in the middle of the forest when she was a baby made everyone speculate that she was especially chosen by Gaia to wield her power. Though this truth about her past was kept from her. All that was told her was that her family was wiped out by Drows and thus, her hatred for the race just grew with her over the years.

And nothing could be more satisfying than to drench her hands with a Drow's blood.

Carrying a bow and two short swords on their sheath that hung on both sides of her hips, she quietly scouted the area. Her beautiful emerald green eyes were well aware of her surroundings. Her long dark brown hair that had small random braids around it swayed with the wind. Her flawless skin and slender built almost showed that she was a crafty, quick and agile fighter- like a fox.

Then she noticed how the wind suddenly changed directions. Following her intuition, the breeze led her to a cave nearby.

Thank you Gaia...

She quietly treaded the dark and somewhat slippery path of the cave as it eventually led her to a clearing. Eressea heard water flowing and saw a hot spring. Beams of sunlight peeking from the cavern's ceiling illuminated the area. Eressea hid behind a rock as she noticed a lone figure in the water. A beautiful woman with dark tanned skin and lavender hair .Her features clearly showed that she was a Drow. The woman then emerged from the water and Eressea could tell that she was a strong one judging from the dark elf's toned but still feminine figure. The woman then wrapped herself in a towel before reaching for her weapon. Eressea wondered if the woman knew of her presence.

Eressea stood from where she was hiding, aimed her bow at the unassuming dark elf and shot it just enough to clip the towel towards the stone very close to the woman with dead accuracy. A subtle warning sign.

"Yield yourself Drow..or die."


occ2 -
I wont be using the bow in the fight. and Eressea looks like this more or less:

http://gw.tr0n.org/poklici/ranger_female.jpg

[Gorath Sodom]

(((OOC: Hopefully this will be interesting enough for you...)))

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As Torhech was on her merry way back to the Drow City, she felt a slight breeze. The Drow general was caught by surprise when she saw her towel pin the rocky walls that make up this cavern.

Immediately, her eyes trailed from the arrow to the sniper.

"Yield yourself Drow... Or die," the hostile had spoken in a bitter, yet sweet tone.

This women, seemingly still in her adolescence, was quite a site to behold. Her attire included laced, metal boots which extended up to her thighs, a steel plated miniskirt, green and black leotard, a cloth armguard on her right hand, and a leather shoulder guard on her left shoulder. The uniform tightly adjusted to her slender, petite build. She had a pale complexion, though it was nothing short of divinely beauty. The front portion of her long, brown hair was braided, and it accentuated her glorious emerald eyes.

' Tis a shame that one as young and pretty as her is a forest elf. '

Torhech turned her attention to the arrow which bounded her, more so her towel, to the hard, rough wall.

' This will slip off anyway if I have to fight her, so I might as well take it off. ' She unfastened her sheath before ducking out of the cloth which was bounded to her.

When the Drow general reemerged in her birthday suit, revealing her slender, perky body in its fullest glory, she swiftly unsheathed her sword, glaring at her opponent.

However, that serious expression transformed into a giggle. “I sure hope you don't mind a little nudity between us girls, follower of Gaia.” Her tone was of a playful nature, which hid no animosity.

[Quistis]

occ- pardon me for controlling your character a little bit. just to have a short intro for the two.

The Drow, seemingly unaffected by Eressea's warning, simply removed the cloth that covered her body- showing Eressea her perfect figure. And 'perfect' could be an understatement. The young forest elf was taken aback by this gesture. She looked at the dark maiden with a confused look on her face but managed to get a grip of the uncomfortable situation.

"Dont you want to get dressed first?" Eressea asked, her eyes transfixed on the woman's aphrodite-like face. The beautiful dark elf just gave her a sly grin. Eressea felt somewhat insulted as it seemed that her opponent wasn't taking her seriously. But then, this could be used to her own advantage.

"Who are you?" she continued.

"Torhech Bigaroh, general of the Drow military. And you, young one?"

"Call me Eressea"

"Beautiful name."

"I have no time for this...are you going to surrender?" Eressea asked impatiently, her bow aimed at Torhech's heart.

"Not without a fight. A duel perhaps?"

Eressea may be an inexperienced fighter but she knew nothing short of honor. She thought for a moment but then accepted Torhech's challenge.

"very well."

The young elf then placed her bow on the ground and using her left hand, unsheathed the short sword that hung on her right hip. The blade was engraved with elven runes that seemed to have its own spiritual aura.

"I have waited for this all my life Torhech. Please have the honor of being the first Drow to die in my hands." Eressea said as she rushed towards Torhech. When she was within reach, she thrusted her sword towards Torhech's neck as a diversion then quickly drew the other sword with her right hand and slashed it across her exposed torso.

[Gorath Sodom]

(((OOC: I apologize for the redundancy of this post, but I wanted to give Torhech's thoughts to Eressea's dialog/expressions.)))

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”Don't you want to get dressed first?” the beautiful, pale elf, a Ranger of the Forest, inquired.

This amused the dark elf greatly. ' Is she gullible enough to believe I would go to fetch some clothes without summoning reinforcements? ' She studied her opponent's face, seeing that the follower of Gaia was a bit uncomfortable with her attire, or lack thereof. ' I guess she's not into women, or quite possibly not allowed to explore her sexuality because of her puritan civilization. '

The forest elf seemed to shake off the trivial discomfort, asking “Who are you?”

The Drow general replied with a hint of pride, “Torhech Bigaroh, general of the Drow military. And you, young one?”

The younger women replied flatly, “Call me Eressea.”

“Beautiful name,” the elderly but youthful general thought aloud.

"I have no time for this... Are you going to surrender?" The ranger's voice had but a tone of strict business. It seemed like she was itching to upload an arrow into the Drow's chest.

' She's no fun. ' Being one of pride, Torhech was not one for surrendering."Not without a fight. A duel perhaps?"

Eressea seemed to be contemplating whether or not she should honor such a request. “Very Well.” She followed up by placing her bow on the ground, then unsheathing a spiritual rune blade with her left hand. "I have waited for this all my life, Torhech. Please have the honor of being the first Drow to die in my hands." At last, the younger elf began the attack.

Her first attack was a thrust towards Torhech's jugular, though the elder woman effortless deflected it. ' Too easy. '

However, she did not see the next attack, a horizontal slash aimed towards her abdominal area with a discreetly drawn second sword.

The Dark Elf side stepped in the nick of time. However, she suffered a minor gash that extended from below her right breast to her right oblique. The Dark Elf general was bleeding, but not profoundly.

Eressea temporarily eased up on the attack, studying the wound she inflicted.

' She seems to be in disbelief because her attack did not cause the damage she had hoped. ' Torhech took this pause of action to propose. “Tis unfortunate you are so intent on killing me, as I have no plans to do the same... But no matter. When I am victorious, you will pledge your allegiance to me. You have gargantuan potential, but your puritan ways will only stop you from achieving it. Under my wing, you will make for a fine knight, quite possibly second to none. Not only that, but you would make for a fine mistress.” The Drow smirked. “Allow me to honor you with a Mysidonite attack, one only the most elite of your Paladins know.”

A silver aura surrounded the Drow, which made the forest elf step back some.

“Spirits of Gaia, show those who oppose me extreme prejudice. Hand of Judgment!”

A bright beam of light crashed through the cavern walls, racing towards Eressea.

[Quistis]

occ- that's fine ^^

A minor gash on Torhech's body was all Eressea inflicted after her first attack. A minor disappointment on her part but she knew that she should expected that from a Drow general. Eressea almost felt bad about wounding the dark elf's flawless skin. But even the wound did not make Torhech less beautiful nonetheless. Torhech then spoke to her

“Tis unfortunate you are so intent on killing me, as I have no plans to do the same... But no matter. When I am victorious, you will pledge your allegiance to me. You have gargantuan potential, but your puritan ways will only stop you from achieving it. Under my wing, you will make for a fine knight, quite possibly second to none."

Eressea was surprised after hearing this. Where is the ruthless Drow that she knew about since she was a child? Weren't they so intent on killing the last of the forest elves like they did to her family? And now, this woman before her wanted an allegiance. But Torhech's following words confused Eressea even more.

"Not only that, but you would make for a fine mistress.”

"A mistress? To whom? Your king? I have no desire to be of any service to your kind...the ones who killed my family." she said gritting her teeth in anger.

"But do whatever you want with me if you win. 'Tis not like I will give you a chance. Your death is all I desire."

The Drow smirked. “Allow me to honor you with a Mysidonite attack, one only the most elite of your Paladins know.”

A silver aura suddenly surrounded Torhech's body, making her looking even more glorious. A loud crash was then heard from the cavern wall as she spoke these words

“Spirits of Gaia, show those who oppose me extreme prejudice. Hand of Judgment!”

A beam of light shot towards Eressea. The young elf bended her knees to gain momentum as she leaped upward letting the beam pass inches beneath her - doing a perfect somersault in the air and landing near the hot spring. A little miscalculation and she would've slipped towards the water. She landed knees bent and one hand on the ground...still holding both swords. She then stood up and caught up with a few breaths, sheathing the sword from her left hand back to its place. The other one, she raised in front of her. The elven runes glowed a faint blue aura.

"Impressive..but you have no right to weild Gaia's light." she grinned as she moved the sword's pointed edge towards the water behind her. The water then started to move towards the sword in a somewhat streaming motion as it seemed to cover the whole blade as well.

"Allow me to let you taste a small portion of my power.." Eressea said as she pulled the blade away as if weilding a whip and lashed it towards Torhech with increadible speed. Although made entirely of liquid, the magical force of her attack could shatter a 12 inch wall in seconds.

[Gorath Sodom]

(((OOC: I might have to assume slight control of your character. Also expect to see some plot development, which is unrelated to the battle.)))

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"Allow me to let you taste a small portion of my power," Eressea said before lashing a whip composed of the water elemental.

For this attack, Torhech would have to react quickly. She quickly dropped her sheath and held out her right hand. “The scorn of mother nature is a terrible thing to suffer. Be helpless as it engulfs you. Spiral Blaze!”

A blazing spiral shot up from underneath the Drow, helping to absorb most of the water based spell, though her fingers were lightly singed in the process for her being too late.

Torhech glared at her burnt nails and finger tips. ' No Forest Elf is capable of such things. ' She looked up and studied the younger female's energy signature. ' Could it be? ' She smiled. 'It is clear to me now, she is half Drow. Those damned Mysidon Elders went through great lengths to corrupt her with their lies.' Her smile had transformed in a frown. Not one of anger, but of sadness. “Would you believe me if I told you that you are in fact half Drow?”

“Your mind games will not effect me,” Eressea calmly spoke before attempting another melee strike with her rune blades.

The Drow general fluidly sidestepped in a circular path until she was behind the opposition. She took this opportunity to softly wrap her arms around the Ranger's waist, pressing her chest against the young elf woman's backside. “You seemed to have misunderstood me earlier. You will not be a mistress for the king, but for me. Perhaps in time we shall learn to love one another?”

Eressea fought her way out of the dark elf's grasp and jumped back a good several meters, a slight scowl gracing her profile.

Torhech sighed. “It is a pity that you trust not my word.”

“General Torhech!” A common foot soldier was running towards the battle field, interrupting their battle.

“Stay back!” The Drow general ordered.

“The king has been slain!”

The female general glared at Eressea. ' Was it her? '

“Not just him, but Colonel Valentino... Your other brother! His family has already been evacuated on one of our space cruisers, but he was not as fortunate. I'm sorry.”

She paused for a second. ' My brother, Valentino? Dead? ' Her teeth grinded together. “You pompous whore!”

“Twas not her!” The soldier spoke matter-of-factly. “Twas Klug, he used the ancient Arcanium sp...”

The Drow general's mind was going berserk. 'He really did it, he has become a full fledged Dark Knight. Damn that bastard to fucking Leviathan. “Dismissed!” Torhech ordered.

“But...”

“I said dismissed!”

“Yes ma'am!” The soldier then left.

Eressia was not fazed by any of this.

This appalled the female dark elf greatly. “Stubborn brat! It seems you are not aware of the situation. Very well, I will summarize it for you. An Arcanium Dark Knight has emerged for the first time in well over ten millenniums. His power is beyond anything you or I could comprehend.”

The forest elf was still not buying into it. ”I will simply kill this Klug after I have laid you to down to rest. I doubt his power is as great as you claim.”

Torhech scowled. “I see... If you will not help me, you are but an enemy seeking death. Keep in mind, now that I have reason to, I will use my full powers against you. I have not time for your childish antics!” The foundation of the cave shook violently as a black and purple aura surrounded the eldest Bigaroh sibling. “Spirits of the night, devour those who oppose the darkness. Nocturnal Flame!”

A gigantic firebomb of darkness sped towards Eressea from the Drow's free hand.

[Quistis]

Torhech summoned a spiral of flame as the water whip reached her position. As expected, the water dissipated in the air, sending clouds of steam around the dark elf. As the fog cleared a little, Eressea noticed Torhech's fingertips burnt a little. Beads of sweat formed on Eressea's forehead as the temperature increased inside the cavern.

But things turned out to be hotter than expected on what Eressea was about to find out...

It did not take long before Torhech spoke with a hint of sadness in her voice

“Would you believe me if I told you that you are in fact half Drow?”

Eressea could not believe what she just heard. Her anger just intensified as she rushed towards Torhech with her rune blades saying

“Your mind games will not effect me,”

Eressea's movements seemed to have become predictable to the dark elf as Torhech simply sidestepped and moved behind Eressea as the forest elf lunged forward. Torhech then gently wrapped her arms around Eressea's waist and pressed her naked body against the younger woman's back. Eressea felt her heart skip a beat as Torhech spoke as softly in her ears.

“You seemed to have misunderstood me earlier. You will not be a mistress for the king, but for me. Perhaps in time we shall learn to love one another?”

Eressea fought from Torhech's grasp and stepped back. She gave Torhech a startled look. For a moment, Eressea looked more like a confused adolescent than a skilled fighter.

Torhech sighed. “It is a pity that you trust not my word.”

"But..but you're a woman? Wha..."

Her words were cut off as a foot soldier interrupted the scene. He spoke about a murder in Torhech's family who was allegedly killed by a person named Klug. Torhech's voice was in total anger as she dismissed the informant and later on explained to Eressea how a powerful Dark Knight have emerged but Eressea would not let go of Torhech that easily.

”I will simply kill this Klug after I have laid you to down to rest. I doubt his power is as great as you claim.”

Her words only fueled Torhech's anger as the cavern walls started to shake. This time, the dark elf was intent on killing her.

“Spirits of the night, devour those who oppose the darkness. Nocturnal Flame!”

A powerful dark ball of flame appeared from Torhech's free hand. It shot out towards Eressea at an incredible speed. She knew she must act fast.

Gaia...i summon your light.

Raising both of her hands, and motioning them in a semicircle motion, a force field made of divine energy surrounded Eressea. The firebomb collided with the shield and it sent Eressea flying towards the wall cavern behind her, destroying the wall on contact. Without the help of the shield that surrounded her, she would've been dead and buried beneath the debris.Her body landed just outside of the cave, a few feet away from the pile of rocks that was once the cavern wall. Eressea opened her eyes as the shield dissipated but saw nothing but the sunlight beaming from the rustling leaves from the trees above her outside the cavern. Dazed, she wondered if she was already dead.

[Gorath Sodom]

(((OOC: Like we discussed earlier, but with some added detail.)))

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Torhech scanned what seemed like an unconscious Eressea. Though the young elf had managed to shield the attack, she was bombarded through a rocky cavern wall, not to mention a brush or two. The area of her leotard uniform which concealed her thighs and mid drift was torn away.

However, the now berserk lady Drow failed to notice, as her attention was not focused on a swift kill. She stood above her limp body, which lay face up. She leveled her sword, aiming for the throat.

Tears threatened to stream down the dark elf's face as she was half way pushing the sword down. 'Stop!' Sure enough, she did stop, before any damage could be done to Eressea.

'This is wrong.' She dropped the sword. 'There is no honor in killing those weaker than you.' If this were a man, she would have no trouble putting the prick out of its misery, but this woman... No, teenage girl, was defenseless. In fact, she wasn't even an enemy. She had been a victim of lies and deceit by the order of Gaia.

Torhech slowly straddled the unconscious Elf before pushing her chest against hers, then indulging her self by lightly pressing her lips against her supposed prey's. Her stomach filled with an incredible warmth. After the duration of ten or so seconds, she eased the kiss. "Maybe we will meet again one day."

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The Drow general could not hold back her tears as she walked through the high tech, scientifically advanced Drow city, which was covered with blood and corpses in addition to the usual mythril-titanium armored plating. She quickened the pace, running to the docking bay, where she intended to see how many of the space cruisers made it into the warp gate.

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She was too late. Though it seemed roughly half the cruisers made it through, seeing how the other half were still stationed, and completely vandalized. What caught her attention next was a message written on the wall, in blood.

Dearest sister Torhech,

You will be happy to know that roughly half the Drow population survived my onslaught. After seeing enough of their futile efforts to stop me, they bowed down to me, even handing over the throne! Such a day it has been, fulfilling both my dream to become a dark knight and a dictator! In case you cannot tell, the other ships were vandalized because I knew you would follow. But you need not worry, one day they will all return, ready to incur revenge on the Mysidonites. Not only that, they will all be dark knights serving under me. If I were you, I would warn the Mysidon elders, warn them them of Arcanium's resurrection. But of course they will never believe you. This is truly glorious, if only you could see the smile on my face right now!

Sincerely,
-Your dearest brother Klug

She stumbled to her knees, unable to bare the weight any longer.

“That is one fine brother you have.” It seemed she was not alone. “I will no doubt inform the elders about this... But I am not finished with you..”

“Oh?” Was the elder females weak reply.

“Get up, you look so pathetic!”

Torhech staggared to her feet, slowly turning to face this familiar adversary. “Eressea, you can deny it all you want, but the fact remains; you are half Drow.”

The young elf smacked the lady Drow with her open palm as hard as she possibly could. “Shut up!”

The dark elf cradled her face with her free palm. She whispered to herself, "I don't want to fight anymore, I just want to be a normal woman."

“Allow us to continue where we left off,” the ranger stated in a monotone voice, again unsheathing and leveling her blades for a strike.

Needless to say, Torhech assumed an attacking posture. Again, she whispered to herself, "Gaia, if you truly exist, why do you allow me so suffer so? Why did you allow them to die?"

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(((OOC: Oops, not as short as I thought it would be.)))

[Quistis]

I..I can't feel my legs...I cant move

Eressea blamed herself for letting the Drow dictate the pace of the battle. She realized she made hasty moves. But what would someone expect from an inexperienced elf battling a Drow general - probably with decades of experience under her belt.

She laid there half-awake and eyes half-closed. The light that seemed to occupy her blurry vision was replaced by a blurred figure looking down on her.

Torhech...

She felt the blade of Torhech's sword touch her delicate neck. She couldn't move and do anything about it. But then, in this duel, it was obvious that she was the loser and must yield to the will of the victor as they had discussed. Eressea shut her eyes and anticipated death hoping that it won't be as painful.

I failed you my beloved family...I am sorry...

But then the Drow dropped her sword and straddled herself on the forest elf's frail body. She felt Torhech's flat stomach press against hers as the former laid a gentle kiss on Eressea's lips. It was the first time she ever felt that way. Needless to say, it was her first kiss. Eressea tried to fight it at the beginning but her strength failed her. But then, the strange yet pleasant feeling started to engulf her entire body.

Stop! She's a woman...

After what seemed to be a beautiful eternity the Drow stood up and uttered these words before she left

"Maybe we will meet again one day"

Eressea laid there motionless, trying to move her limbs a bit.

I was hit harder than i thought.. she thought while her eyes closed.

Suddenly, she felt a warm and wet feeling against her cheek. Eressea opened her eyes and saw her pet wolf - Devor. He have always been Eressea's companion since she was a child. He saved her countless of times. For some strange reason, Devor possessed healing powers and Eressea need not say anything as the wolf used its magic to heal her. Seconds later, Eressea was able to get up. Still feeling a bit of a pain but at least she could manage to move.

"Devor, thank you so much. I need your help still...we need to track a Drow." she said to her pet, hugging him. The wolf seemed to have understood as it led the way , tracking Torhech's scent until they reached the edge of the wooden area- to the Drow City.

"Good job Devor. But I am afraid I should be on my own here..I will be back. Thank you" she said kissing him on the forehead. The wolf reluctantly left his master , looking back a couple of times more before running off.

Eressea searched through the fallen city and it did not take long for her to find Eressea, reading what seemed to be a letter from her brother Klug - claiming to be responsible for all this carnage.

“That is one fine brother you have. I will no doubt inform the elders about this... But I am not finished with you..”

Torhech got up to her feet and faced Eressea. Insisting that she was indeed a half Drow. Infuriated and feeling violated about how Torhech took advantage of her moments ago, Eressea slapped her on the face.

"Shut up!"

"I don't want to fight anymore, I just want to be a normal woman."

“Allow us to continue where we left off” Eressea said seeming to ignore what Torhech said while unsheathing her blades anew

The dark elf had no choice but to oblige.

"Gaia, if you truly exist, why do you allow me to suffer so? Why did you allow them to die?"

"You are a hypocrite...you call on Gaia yet you're the very same breed that disgrace her." Eressea said angrily as she stepped back away from Torheck for a few meters. Her body started to emit a faint yellow glow. Eressea then moved her hand forward as the ground beneath Torhech started to crumble in an attempt to pin the dark elf's feet on the ground and prevent her from moving.

As she was able to summon enough en