here's the beginning of my sotry about the drow

11:23PM  7/30/95



        Xavier raised a hand to the oak door. He didn't want to knock.
Not yet. Not ever. He looked at the dark shadow his head cast there
and he thought about turning away. But turning to where?
        She was his only overworld friend. Hah. She was the only creature
who had ever ventured out of the underworld that he'd even met. He looked
at the shadow again. He might as well have been a shadow, just flitting
about the world after his owner.
        He knocked and waited.
        The house he stood before was be no means rich, though to his
eyes it looked dazzling against the rising sun; as dazzling as a thing
could look to Xavier. His eyes were not meant for the sun, he'd never 
seen it before, much less tiredto endure time under it's watchful
and bright glare.
        The oak door opened.
        Xavier looked up and squinted to see the figure of a tall man,
with a long silver beard and big eyes.
        Damn and damn again, he'd gotten the wrong place. The man took a step
        back when
he saw Xavier. Of course he would, Xavier thought, he would be disgusted
and he had every right. Xavier was a disgusting creature: not even good
enough for his disgusting race.
        The man looked at Xavier for awhile. Xavier didn't bother looking
back. He couldn't see anything in the sunlight. He stood with half closed
eyes and waited for death to come.
        High Elves hated the Drow. And Xavier was one of those dark,
evil, deceitful creatures.
        Xavier heard footsteps in the house. Then a woman's voice.
''My god,'' she said. ''What is a Drow doing here?''
        Xavier lifted his head and looked up. She was there. She was
beautiful, and just as he remembered her. Her skin was pink and
peach and smooth around all the edges. She was slender and wispy
and almost not there at all.
        He saw a blur of movement and she was louging on a table in the
entry.
        ''Who are you?'' the man asked, taking a step forward. ''And
why are you here?''
        Xavier pointed to the woman sitting on the table with her
legs crossed neatly now. He couldn't see but he thought she raised an
eyebrow at this.
        ''What do you want with Andrail?''
        It took Xavier's mind and moment to piece together that
the man was not saying the right name. ''No,'' he mummbled. ''I
know Shanira. Shanira lives here? She said--''
        ''Mother!'' the woman on the table called out. ''Mother! Come
here!''
        The man gave the girl a glare. ''You should not shout at your
mother.''
        ''Why not? You do as you please and so shall I,'' Andrail said.
She laughed and tossed her hair back. Xavier was confused. He could
have sword she was Shanira--with long shiny brown hair and that 
very very alive skin color.
        But apparenly she was not. She was...Xavier finally pieced it
together. This was Shanira's beloved family. She had said she had a
child she needed to return to. A family. And this was her family.
        Andrail jumped off the table and walked over to the doorway.
''The sun must be hurting your eyes, if you're what I think you are,''
she said.
        ''Just what do you think I am?''
        ''A Drow from Arachnoria. Coming to kill my mother. She escaped 
your spider webs and now you've come to assassinate her. All you Drow
how to do is murder and scheme. I have heard the story of the drow
who slashed a woman's throat into ten bands and used them as binding
for--''
        ''Quiet Andrail,'' a soft voice came. And it was Shanira's
voice. ''Shanira?'' Xavier asked. ''You promised me help, and now I
am in need.''
        ''Xavier.'' Shanira rushed to the door. She put out her long hands and
her long cool fingers reached around Xavier's head and she looked at
him for a moment. Then she pulled him into the house.
        The man's mouth feel open. Andrail held something in her hands
and studied it intently. Shanira closed the door and darkness decended
upon the entry way.
        Xavier could see everything very cleary now.
        Andrail looked very much like Shanira, her mother he presumed. Yet
she had a younger look. Andrail's hair wasn't neat and didn't look
like it had ever been. There were bits of dirt and grass in it; but
some parts of it had the same luster as Shanira's. Andrail was shorter
than her tall mother, and shorter than most elves and Drow he'd seen. She
was no midget just short. She was petite in all porportions and ended
up looking like a scaled down version of Shanira.
        Shanira turned to her shocked husband. ''Xavier released me
when I was captured,'' she said. ''So you can close your mouth this
instant. We'll have none of that.
        He didn't close his mouth. He just stared at his wife and the
dark creature she'd brought into his house willingly. Then he turned
around and he headed for the door. He jarred it open and sunlite poured
into Xavier's eyes. They ached.
        ''I'll be talking to you later, Shanira,'' he said. Then he 
slammed the door and the darkness returned.
        Shanira lead me to a chair at the same table her daughter sat 
on top of. I sat down and looked around. There was a long shiny table
in the center of the entryway. It was made of fine dark food and was
polished to a thorough shine. There were chairs at the ends of it. And
there had been an unlit candlebra, but that was now on the floor at
Andrail's feet. 
        There was also a silver tray filled with fruit. Andrail was 
holding a peach in her hand's and peeling it with a very sharp little
dagger. She looked up at me, and then at her mother.
        ''So this is the little Drow who saved you from painful,
mortifying sacrifice to Lloth--so that you could home instead of having
every hair on your body pulled from your skin and--''
        ''Andrail--''
        ''And lay in wait of flies and--''
        ''Andrail--''
        ''Other insects to eat your--''
        Xavier stood, took a step nearer to her and grabbed Andrail's hands.
The knife fell to the floor clanging against the candlebra. ''Your mother is
trying to speak to you,'' he said.
        Andrail looked at him. His chiseled face, high cheeks and
the flat plains of his face. She examined his cloudy dark eyes. Then she
slipped her hands away from him and slid off the table, picked up her knife
and slinking away in lithe motions.
        She opened the door that led into her house, and slammed it 
behind her.
        Shanira winced with the shaking of the room. She looked at Xavier.
''Now you've met Andrail. My daughter.'' She groaned and sat down in the
chair he'd abandoned.
        ''If it troubles you, I'll leave,'' Xavier said. He had no idea
where he would go or what he would do, but he would manage. He was 
disturbing Shanira's life, and he would not do that.
        ''No, don't let Andrail's macabre fits scare you away.''


(this is only the beginning unfortunately i haven't the engery to right the
end)

12 responses total.

HEY, finish this, dammit!!!
It's good! Chop chop, hup two, get out your lil' pencil or whatever and
WRITE!!!

I found out someone else had used the plot already/

Oh, damn.....Who?

Someone writing for TSR (aker
s of dungeons and dragons, whom these elves belong to)

Yeah, I've read a bit of the TSR stuff....I wasn't overly impressed.  All kind
of generic D & D stuff.

They didn't write it well, but they did wreite it :}

Heh.  "Ay, there's the rub."

        Some of the earlier Dragonlance books are written well...

just not very well
 .

*GRIN* i AGREE, JOE ;}

good.
(it is)

        THe first tthree or so...

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