I guess I’ll sign off here. The plan for tomorrow includes making a copy of the episodes Chibi needs from my Slayers tapes (So J.J.-kun and Andrew-kun can stop bugging her and start bugging me if they want to). Other than that it should be boring. So Ja.
MM
PS Here’s the next chapter of the EQ stories.
11-Oct-01
Title: Just whose side are you on?
Author: MSMoon
Warnings: not many.
Feedback: As long as it's nice ;)
Characters: MMC02, MMC09, & MMC11.
Disclaimers: I do not own EverQuest. I am poor. Suing me wouldn't really profit much. However I do own my own characters from EQ.I would be somewhat upset if someone used my characters without my permission. So if you want to use them please ask.
E-mail: LadyGundam02@aol.com
Rated: PG-PG-13
Chapter 8
::Grater Faydark::
Galveira walked down the road from Felwithe to Kelethin. She really didn't want to go to Kelethin she just wanted some good hunting. Maybe she'd find a few things on the way there. Every now and then another traveler would sprint by. She didn't really care to go to the wood Elf City at all. For one reason she didn't like wood elves. Another was, she wasn't really too fond of heights. Just the thought of falling scared her, and from such a height as Kelethin's!
Her name was Galveira. She was a high elf, with red hair, brown eyes pail skin, full brownish-red lips, pointed ears, a gold tiara and a mole in just the right spot above her mouth. She was an Enchanter by triad, and couldn't wait till she could make beautiful things. She wore a beautiful green robe that was very slimming but fit her well from neck to ankles. She knew very well she was a different high elf. Most high elves were pale with blond or white hair. She had a beautiful shade of Aubrum red pulled back in a ponytail, as was the norm.
Her parents were very rich people, but she would except no help from them unless she desperately needed it. At seventeen she had already moved out and gotten many spells. She was indeed very proud of herself, as were her parents.
The only thing that puzzled her was her former best friend, Meiz. Meiz had come from a family just as good as Galveira. But after Meiz's father died and Meiz's mother remarried everything seemed to start going down hill. For one Meiz's stepfather was a wood elf. Two, she had a wood elf step sister. That really wouldn't have bothered Galveira so much. She could've handled that. But when Meiz actually started liking her new family, things changed. Meiz could have indeed done so much better. She'd even heard tales that Meiz often visited and lived with her mother and stepfather and sister in Kelethin. Kelethin of all places sounded most primitive. Of course Galveira had never seen it but she could form an opinion from her peers. Seems Meiz could care less about her families waning honor. Galveira sighed.
"The blood of the Koada'Dal grows thinner and thinner these days. What is to become of our people I wonder." Galveira wondered out loud. Just then Galveira heard what sounded like a struggle. She tiptoed up to see what was going on. It was indeed a struggle, but not going so well at all. A female high elf was trying to put up a good fight against two orcs. After about a moment though the young woman turned and started fleeing, the orcs being too much for her. Galveira knew that if the orcs were allowed to stay with the girl, she probably wouldn't make it to safety. She sighed. She hated orcs almost as much as she hated Darkies. But she couldn't ignore one of her people. She concentrated and cast the suffocating sphere spell. That got the attention of the two orcs.
"Filthy high elves like you must die!" one shouted indignantly as the two charged towards her.
'Why do these stupid things have to have the same lines all the time?' Galveira wondered as she gripped her dagger and cast the spell again. The other high elf lady just kept running, as she probably should. Galveira could probably handle these two. And if she couldn't she hadn't been fighting long or stressing herself. She could probably get back home before things got too rough. The fight wasn't really going her way. She wished she had a better weapon. Finally one Orc fell dead. Unfortunately, Galveira didn't see the one sneaking up behind her until it was too late. Her body jerked as the other Orc hit her.
Things were getting out of hand. She should probably run...she hated running from fights no matter how whimpy she seemed. Before she could run the Orc behind her was caught up in a burst of flame. Galveira turned to see a young man about her age. He was all covered up with gloves and a face mask. She couldn't see any part of his skin. Before she could observe more, the Orc in front of her reminded her where her attention should be. The Orc behind her dropped dead in no time. The man behind her was strong if anything. She had the feeling he was an elf of some sort, he was the same size as one of the high elf men in her city. Galveira was getting weaker though. She couldn't keep her attention on the fight and as a consequence, was knocked unconscious. Even so she didn't feel any blows from the Orc. Her subconscious told her he elf beside her must've saved her, as she got the distinct feeling she was being carried.
::About thirty minutes later::
Galveira woke slowly, like a swimmer that had gone down too deep and was rising to the surface. She opened her eyes to discover she was in the arms of her savior. He was carrying her...
'How romantic.' Was the first thing that came to her mind. She blinked up at him shifting slightly. He looked down at her, his sky blue eyes seemed so gentle.
"T-thank you." She mumbled.
"No problem." Came a deep rich voice. It almost made her shiver.
"Where are you taking me?"
"I was planing on taking you to near the gates of Felwithe."
"I...I can walk." She said timidly. He set her down on her feet carefully. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Vanlar." He replied.
"I'm Galveira. Thank you for saving me Vanlar." She could tell he was smiling even though she couldn't see his face.
"No problem." The man wore a dark red robe. She guessed he was a magician.
"Here." She said reaching into her bag. "It's not much but, please accept this as a token of my gratitude." She held out the Golden Star Amulet she had made. It was indeed beautiful and a +4 intelligence.
"It's not necessary." He said.
"Please?" He sighed and took the amulet and put it on his neck.
"Please forgive me, but I'm afraid I can only see you to here." She nodded.
"That's all right. I'll see you around." She said as she started to walk towards her home. "And thanks again!" Vanlar smiled and waved. Galveira felt oddly enough like a schoolgirl as she ran into Felwithe.
Vanlar walked along maybe three or for yards away from the path. He always kept away from major roads and cities, as he was sure he wouldn't be welcome. He was also sure that the pretty high elf, Galveira, he had met would have had a totally different approach to him, had he not been covered up completely. Ah well, only one way to live for a dark elf. Not to far in the distance he saw yet another high elf woman struggling in a fight. Three wolves were on her at once. She seemed to be handling herself better than Galveira had, but you could never be too sure. He cast his burst of flame spell on one of the wolves pulling it away. The young high elf looked up only a moment from her fighting to acknowledge him. The wolf was an easy kill, and the high elf barely seemed exerted after her two wolves went down.
"Hail." She said in a friendly voice.
"Hail." He replied. Her eyes narrowed at him studying him over.
"What race of elf are you?" she asked suspicion clear in her voice. Vanlar nearly panicked.
"Does it matter?" he asked.
"To me, it does Teir'Dal." Vanlar's first idea was simply to turn and run. "You needn't fear me." the woman announced. "I didn't see a thing." This was an odd day indeed. He'd been searching for his sister for three full months now. He'd traced her to Faydwer, and was hoping to find at least some clue as to where she was, and how she was. And now he met this high elf that didn't seem to care what he was. Things were indeed weird today. "I am called Meiz. Who might you be?"
"Vanlar." The wariness in his voice evident.
"What brings you to Grater Fay, Vanlar?"
"I'm searching for my sister." The High elf seemed in deep thought.
"Might her name be Zeresh?" Vanlar's eyes widened. "I've heard of her. She was in the Grater Faydark not too long ago. A friend of mine in Kelethin saved her from some orcs."
"Then I suppose you've no idea where she is now?" Meiz sadly shook her head.
"I'm afraid not. Last I heard she was making good use of her enchantry, turning herself invisible." Vanlar sighed.
"I'd best be on my way then."
"She probably went back to Antonica." Meiz said.
"Why do you say that?" Meiz shrugged.
"Seems logical to keep moving. And since it has been a while since that encounter..."
"It would be logical that she would've moved to another place by now." Meiz nodded. "Thank you for your help."
"I hope you find your sister soon." Meiz smiled. "May I see your face?" Vanlar figured it was probably ok since she didn't seem to be an enemy. He pulled off his mask showing his sleek dark face. The only light thing on him was his hair and his eyes. She smiled. "It was nice seeing you Vanlar. If I happen to see Zeresh, I'll tell her you're looking for her." Vanlar smiled and turned to leave dawning the face mask again.
::Felwithe about an hour later::
Galveira was browsing through the shops. It was a hobby of hers she just loved going though all the different stores and looking at the merchandise. Especially jewelry stores.
"Find anything good?" came a familiar voice.
"When it comes to jewelry everything's good." Galveira announced happily before recognizing the voice. She turned to see her old friend Meiz, leaning against the door way smiling.
"Saw something today that made me think of you." Meiz announced. Galveira put on a front of disinterest.
"Oh and what was that?"
"A amulet. Much like the ones you make. Golden star amulet to be more precise."
"Where'd you see it?" Galveira asked, wondering if Meiz had bumped into Vanlar as well.
"On a young elf today."
"Vanlar?"
"You know Vanlar?"
"I asked you first!"
"Well considering what I said I'd say I do know him since I knew his name." Meiz answered logically.
"Yes I know Vanlar." Galveira said hotly. "He saved me from some Orcs today."
"...And you gave him the amulet as thanks?" Meiz asked.
"It was the least I could do." Meiz paused for a while.
"You know what he is then?"
"I know he's an elf that saved me."
"Then I guess you didn't see his face."
"I saw his eyes." Galveira was getting annoyed. What was Meiz going on about? Before she could ask Meiz was leaving the shop. "Hey! Wait up a second!"
"Can't talk about this here, Gal."
"Where can we talk about this then? And why not here?"
"Because you'll pitch a fit."
"Very funny."
"Wanna meet me in the tunnel that lead to Grater Fay?" Galveira paused for a minute.
"Sure." What did she have to loose?
::Ten Minutes Later::
"All right now what's this all about?" Galveira asked.
"Vanlar is a dark elf." Meiz said casually from where she was sitting. Galveira's pale face went from pale to sickly looking.
"You're joking!"
"No. He helped me with a wolf pile up. Didn't you notice how dark he seemed?"
"Well yes but I just though it was because he was hidden by his hood!"
"Will you keep your voice down?"
"Why should I?!"
"You were saved by a dark elf today, Gal, whether you wanted to or not. How's that gonna look around town?" If Galveira got any paler she would've been transparent.
"You wouldn't tell..."
"Of course not. Tales of the Dark Elves in Faydwer get everyone jumpy. All these would be heroes go hunting them instead of the Orcs."
"But...if he's a dark elf then why'd he save me?"
"Not all dark elves are bad." Meiz said a bit quietly.
"I...I don't know."
"Maybe if you'd listen more to your brain and heart than those around you who thought they knew what they were talking about..."
"But the Dark Elves are trying to take the Grater Fay, why would one help me...and you for that matter?"
"He was looking for his sister, who ran away from Neriak for one reason or another. Evidently their family isn't particularly bad and when something happened with Zeresh, she ran away as not to put pressure on her family. They must be worried about her."
"...That sounds logical."
"Indeed, but I'm afraid I must go."
"Where are you going?"
"Kelethin. My mother's been asking me to come visit. And I'm sure Amai wouldn't mind seeing me."
"Meiz..."
"Yes?"
"You've given me a lot to think about...thanks." Meiz smiled.
"You know, I think eventually you'll come around." With that Meiz turned and walked away.
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