She sat in complete darkness as her
demons assailed her.
The mark had been
exceptionally difficult to locate, but she had persevered in the end. When she
had found him, it had hit her especially hard. It was someone she had known as
a child. She had no love for this particular individual, but seeing him dredged
up the old wounds, and the grief that had pushed her to become the monster that
she saw every time she looked in the mirror. She was the Nightshade, master of
stealth and assassination. Now she sat in deep meditation trying to come to
some sort of understanding of the memories that assailed her.
She was five years old. She and her parents
were visiting the Elf king and his family. She was to be betrothed to the baby
prince, to be joined to him when they were of marrying age. She had scarcely
understood what this meant. She was looking forward to playing with the baby
princesses, but she didn’t think much of the boy. He had those funny growths on
his back.
She and the princesses had been playing tag in
the throne room when the guard ran in.
“Your Majesty, the dragons are attacking.”
The king jumped to his feet. “Cyan, call the
Guardians to me immediately.”
She looked around trying to see to whom the
king was speaking. The reaction of the guard showed that he was not the target
of the king’s command.
“King Paron...?” She began, but Paron raised
his hand to stop her.
“Shaunna, you must go find your parents. You
must convince them to leave here immediately.”
“But...” She tried to protest
“Go child.” The king commanded firmly. “All of
your lives may depend on your success.”
Shaunna ran from the throne room as quickly as
her little legs could carry her. She knew just where to find her mother.
Her mother, being a Drow, would be found in the
Gardens of Night. The gardens would be spectacular this time of year,
resplendent in natures majesty (or that is what her
mother had always said).
The route that would take her from the throne
room to the gardens was a long one, especially for a five year old. She was
breathing heavily when she burst through the door to the gardens. She was brought
to an instant halt by the scene that was being played out.
Smoke billowed from the burning town. Angry
Elves were pouring into the gardens through a rift that had been burned in the
wall. Her father lay dead at the feet of a large Elf that was brandishing an
equally large sword. Her mother was cornered, cowering under the angry stares
of the crowd.
“Mommy?” Shaunna said in a small voice.
“You brought the dragons upon us, you witch”
The leader of the group growled as he pointed his sword towards Shaunna’s
mother.
“No, I didn’t... I wouldn’t... Please believe
me.” Tears streamed down her face as she plead for understanding. “I am
innocent. I have been here in the gardens the whole time I have been here.”
A cruel sneer appeared on her accuser’s face.
“You are a Drow. There is no innocence where your
kind is concerned.
Shaunna’s mother finally noticed that she was
standing there. Her eyes widened in fear as her assailant shoved his sword
blade through her chest.
“MOMMY!” Shaunna screamed as she watched her
mother sink to the ground, sliding off the blade as she did so, her life-blood
watering the plants that she had so loved.
As one, the whole crowd turned to look at her.
They were momentarily stunned to see her standing there, the dark skinned
child with her white hair. They just stood there staring at her until a clear
voice rang out “Get her!”
Shaunna turned and ran
back into the palace, the sudden adrenaline rush giving her the strength that
she needed to escape her pursuers. She paused just long enough to pull the door
closed behind her, then sprinted down the hall faster than she had ever run in
her life.
She sat in the darkness trying to
remember how she had survived the destruction of the castle. That was a
question that had remained elusive for the past thirteen years. She had woken
up among the rubble that had been the castle she was running through. There was
not another person, hostile or otherwise, to be found.
She shook her head sadly as she arose to go and
light incense. She generally saved the soothing influence of the burning herbs
for moments where she just couldn’t unwind. This definitely qualified as one of
those times. Any time where she was forced to face the past completely
unsettled her. The flare of the flint and steel was harsh in the complete
darkness, causing stars to dance across her vision. The constant dim glow of
the burning incense seemed alien in her self-made prison. It seemed to offer a
dim glow of hope, but her hope had died long ago.
She silently moved to the warming table where a
pot of water was steaming happily, unaware of the complete misery that was
assaulting its mistress. She carefully poured the liquid into a delicate cup as
her normally steady hands shook.
“I have got to pull myself together.” She
berated herself. “This is completely unprofessional. “
She unsuccessfully tried to calm her hands as
she poured the tea leaves into the steeping ball and placed it into the water.
She breathed deeply as she walked back to her
meditation mat. The fumes of the incense were causing her to feel light-headed.
She placed the small cup on the table next to where she was kneeling.
She laughed out loud as she looked around the
room. Even in complete blackness she was able to see as well as she could at mid-day.
She supposed that came from being half dark elf.
She settled herself
back onto the mat to continue the calming rituals. She needed to be calm for
this job. She was finally going to get retribution.
She was seven and for
the past two years she had been living in a hut in the middle of the forest.
After she had awoken, injured and dazed, in the wreckage of the castle she had
wandered in the forest until she had found a quaint little cottage. The only
inhabitant of the small house was a blind hermit that had taken her in without
question.
The two years were tense for her. She was plagued by
visions of her mother’s murder in both waking and sleeping hours. The old
hermit was kind and understanding. If he suspected anything odd about her, he
didn’t let on. He did inquire about her parentage a couple of times. She had
been elusive in her answers. She was afraid that if he found out she was half Drow he might turn on her. The memory of the crowd charging
after her was still very vivid in her memory.
Despite her fear, she quite enjoyed the time
that she had spent with the old man. He had taught her how to navigate when she
was not able to see. He had also taught her how to hunt in a manner that she
could walk up to a deer without it hearing her. She found she was very good at
skulking around without being heard. She was even able to move around such that
the old man was unable to hear her, even with his enhanced hearing.
One day the old man called her to him. “Child,
it is time for you to return to your world. I can teach you no more.”
Her breath caught in her chest. “But Old
One, I do not wish to leave.”
He smiled at her warmly. “All things must come
to an end, child. I will soon depart this world for the next. You must go
home.”
He stood and walked to a box on the other side
of the room. He pulled a strange looking item out of the box. It looked almost
like a handheld crossbow, but it looked as if it were made of glass, and there
was no string. Several precious gems were inlaid in the hand grip of the
weapon, each of them seemingly shifting, in a random fashion, around a larger
gem that pulsed with a steady rhythm.
The old man offered the item to Shaunna. As she
accepted it, a warmth ran up her ams, up her
shoulders, and into her head. She wasn’t sure what was going on, and she wasn’t
entirely sure she wanted to find out..
“This belonged to your
great-grandmother, Shalarandra Kaardrannan.” The old man explained. “She would
have wanted you to have it.”
She stared at him open mouthed. She had been so
careful to conceal who she was, and here he was naming her ancestry.
“You knew?” She asked.
“I always knew, Young One” He explained. “I guided
you here so I could watch over you.”
Her seven year old mind whirred as she tried to
assimilate this information. “Who are you?” She asked.
His warm smile grew a little sad. “That is not
important. What is important is that you are safe, and you are prepared to
survive in the world. It is time that you return to it.”
She wanted to object, but the sadness in his
face caused her to not pursue the issue.
“Did this really belong to her?” Shaunna asked.
She jumped as an unfamiliar voice answered. “I
did not belong to her. I accompanied her.” There was bitterness in the voice.
“I don’t belong to anybody.”
She dropped the crossbow in fright, but it did
not fall.
“This is Eric Lightbow.”
The old man explained.
Shaunna stared at the weapon in wonder. She had
heard the stories of her great-grandmother and the strange crossbow that she
was sometimes found having one sided conversations with. Shaunna had always
thought it very funny that anyone would talk to an inanimate object. Now that
she was faced with the mythical crossbow itself, she didn’t think it so funny
anymore.
“It talked to me.” Her eyes never left the
small weapon that was floating right where she had let go of it.
The old man looked at her knowingly. “If you
heard him speak, that means he has chosen you. Eric will be a loyal friend and
companion from this time forth.”
The whole situation had Shaunna unnerved. Here
was the old blind man that had helped her for the past two years telling her
that he had always known who, and what, she was in spite of how careful she had
been. Instinctively, she began to go over every conversation that she could
remember them having for the past two years, trying to see when she may have
let something slip. She had always been vigilant in concealing her identity.
“There is one more thing you must learn before I send you out into
the world.” The old man said. He waved his hand, and they were suddenly in a
long corridor with a target at the far end. “You must learn how to shoot your
new weapon.
Several hours later, Shaunna had shown a real
proficiency with the crossbow. She was able to hit her target no matter how
difficult the old man tried to make it.
“You have done well, Young One.” He praised
her. “This is also for you.”
He held a necklace in his hand. A small,
unimportant looking, crystal hung from the chain.
“Keep this with you at all times, and
you will have protection.” A small tear leaked from the corner of his milky
white left eye. “It is time for you to go. There is someone that is very
interested in seeing you, so you will go there first.”
Shaunna threw her arms around him. “I will miss
you, Old One.” She was sobbing into his robes. Her eyes were closed, and she was
crying so hard that she didn’t notice the area around her dissolving into
nothingness and being replaced by familiar surroundings that she had not seen
since before the fateful day at the Elf King’s palace.
A familiar voice called her name, startling her
out of her unobservant state.
“Grandma?” She said as
the old Drow woman scooped her into her arms.
The heady aroma of the
incense filled the room causing her to get a little drowsy. Her timeline was
very specific, so she could not afford to be lax in her time-keeping.
“Eric, what time is it?” She asked silently.
The familiar voice answered in her head. “The
target will be in position in two hours.
She shook her head
sadly as she settled back to meditate for the next two hours.
She was
eleven and for the first time in six years she was going home. It had been
drizzling steadily all week, so the streets were muddy as she walked into the
town. There wasn’t anyone about, which was uncommon for this time of year. She
remembered the large market that would be held in town each year. The streets
were usually buzzing with activity people looking at the wares in the merchants kiosks, hawkers calling to passers
by trying to get them to view their wares. The lack of noise was
unsettling to her.
She made her way through the silent street as
she moved towards the house at the top of the hill. The house where she had
lived for the first five years of her life. She approached the house without
being challenged. Time seemed to have dimmed the wonderment that she used to
feel when looking at the mansion that she had grown up in. She remembered the
warmth the many fire places throughout that filled the house with not only
physical warmth, but filled the house with a warm light that glittered in the front
windows. None of those fires seemed to be burning now. All of the windows were
dark, cold, and almost sinister looking.
Shaunna shook her head as she approached the
ornate front door. The door swung silently open as she laid her hand upon it.
She held her breath as she stepped into the entrance hall. She wasn't sure what
to expect when she entered the house, but it wasn't what she saw. The pictures
that lined the wall had been slashed, the figures and decorations that had been
displayed on shelves down the hall lay broken on the floor. Strange symbols had
been painted on the walls in red and silver colors. She didn't know what the
symbols meant, but her skin crawled when she looked at them.
She wandered through the house, horrified at
the destruction that had befallen her property. She was especially saddened
when she came across a family picture which looked to have been destroyed with
particular care.
She was lost in thought as she walked up the
stairs, it was this that caused her to not see the man that stepped out of the
master bedroom.
"What are you doing in my house?" The
deep voice asked.
"I could ask you the same thing."
Shaunna retorted.
The sadistic glee in the voice was almost
palpable when he spoke again. "You are the Nightshade brat." He had
to stifle a giggle. "I am very happy that I am the one that finally found
you."
He stepped out of the shadows. His face was
familiar to her. It took a moment for her to remember where she had seen him
before. The scene of her mother sliding from the blade of a sword replayed
itself in her mind.
"No... Not you!" She exclaimed.
His smile was wicked as he pulled his
sword from its scabbard. "I am happy that I get to dispatch you, demon
spawn."
His eyes grew wide as he looked right through
where she was standing.
"Where did you go?"
She was confused by his sudden hesitance, until
she stared into the looking glass across from where she was standing. Where her
reflection should have been it showed only the wall behind her. She had turned
invisible,
"I would start running, if I were
you." Eric prompted her. "Unless you want him to find you."
She spun around and
sprinted from the house.
She was
getting tired of waiting. This man had done her immeasurable harm. She
was itching to confront him. Things would end differently this time. However,
she had to wait. He was not yet where he needed to be for her to exact her
revenge.
She settled herself
back into her meditation. It would do no good to try and hit the mark early.
Timing was of the utmost importance.
She was
fifteen. Well into her adult years as far as both of her races were concerned,
but she found herself alone. She hadn't had time to look for a mate as she had
bounced from place to place just trying to survive. She was a good hunter, her
training with the Old One had made sure of that, so food was never an issue.
But she wasn't very good at building proper shelter. So it was fortuitous
when she had stumbled upon the friendly guard that had taken her in.
Moran was the captain of the town militia. He
had happened upon her early one morning as she wandered aimlessly through the
forests surrounding his town. He had given her lodging in his house, which
wasn't a problem since he spent most of his time at the barracks. He had also
arranged with Sarec, the innkeeper, for employment.
She had lived in this situation for a year and
a half. The last time that she remembered being as happy as she felt was the
two years that she had spent in the company of the Old One. Unfortunately, all
good things come to an end.
She had come home after a long, busy, day at
the inn. She had made a fair amount of tips this evening, so her coin purse was
quite a bit heavier than it had been this morning. She decided to take a long,
relaxing, bath to wash of the tobacco smoke and spilled ale that had
accumulated on her over the hours that she had been at work.
After her bath she dressed herself in a simple
blouse and skirt. She was towel drying her long white hair, the only trait she
had inherited from her father, as she walked into the main living area of the
house. She paused as she saw Moran sitting on the stool by the door, his
weapons belt hung on the peg behind him.
The look on his face was unlike any that she
had ever seen before. It was obvious that he had been drinking, but she didn't
think that accounted for the look of pure hatred that was in his eyes.
"I know who and what you are, demon
spawn." He drawled in his drunken speech. "You are the devil spawn of
a Drow."
The safety that Shaunna had felt fled.
"W... Why do you say that?" She asked
as she backed away from him.
"I did some investigating. I was curious
about you. I have never seen an Elf with skin as dark as yours before." He
adopted a look of mock seriousness. "You, my pet, are even more of an
abomination than the other Drow. You are half Light
Elf, and half Dark Elf. You are at odds with yourself at your very core."
She was glancing around trying find the means
to escape, but the only way out of the house was the door, and he was blocking
that.
He stood and slowly advanced on her. "I
think I am going to enjoy you, before I kill you."
She tried to dodge around him, but he reached
out and grabbed her. He pulled her in tight, holding her against his chest. His
breath was rank with the smell of alcohol.
He sniffed her still wet hair. "You smell
good."
She struggled to get away from him, but he was
too strong.
"Let go of me, you monster." She
screamed.
"A monster am I?" He flung her behind
him.
She flew back, hitting her head against the
stool in front of the door. Stars exploded before her eyes from the impact.
His face was contorted grotesquely as he turned
to face her. "A monster am I?" He asked dangerously. "I am not
the monster in this situation, demon spawn."
She was dazed as she searched for some means of
defending herself. She found hope as her gaze fell upon the dagger secured in
the belt hanging above her. She crawled unsteadily to her feet and snatched the
dagger from its sheath.
"What are you going to do with that?"
He mocked her.
Sudden rage flooded through him, and he lunged
at her. She side stepped trying to drive the dagger into his side, but
misjudged the speed at which he was advancing. He caught her in the side,
tearing her shirt from her shoulder.
Sudden clarity came to Shaunna's mind as ten
years of hurt and betrayal bubbled to the surface. Her head still hurt from the
blow she had just received, but the pain only added to her resolve.
"No one will ever hurt me again." She
said in a low voice.
Moran bellowed like a raging bull and charged
her again. This time she side stepped, and the dagger slipped neatly between
two ribs. She withdrew the dagger and plunged it into his chest several more
times. She didn't stop stabbing him until he lay dead on the floor.
Sudden realization set
in. Moran would have probably told others of his findings. This coupled with
the fact that she had just killed the captain of the guard would mean an almost
certain death sentence for her. She didn't take the time to pack any of her
belongings. She just fled into the darkness.
She was now eighteen. In the past three years
she had honed her stealth skills and had become the premier assassin for hire.
She was the Nightshade, a name that was spoken in reverence and fear throughout
the lands. Tonight, she would get her revenge on the man that had robbed her of
her life and forced her to become a monster. Tonight she would kill Talion, the man that had killed her mother, ransacked her
house, and turned decent people against her.
She rose from her mediation spot. Moving
quickly she extinguished the incense, hung Eric from her belt, and was out the
door. She had to be in position before Talion's coach
reached the high street.
She stood next to the road as the carriage
approached. Eric was using his power to bend the light around her, rendering
her invisible.
The coach came closer.
As the coach came up next to her, she stepped
through the curtains. She would look into this man's eyes as he died.
As she stepped crossed the threshold to the
carriage it all went wrong. Magical bands wrapped around her, sending
electricity coursing through her body. She screamed and Eric lost his hold on
the light surrounding her.
"So..." Talion
said. "I was correct. You are the Nightshade brat."
The words infuriated Shaunna, but she
was unable to do anything, due to the bands surrounding her.
"I am so glad that you fell into my little
trap." The smile that had haunted her dreams for years was upon his face.
"It ends now."
He grabbed the sword that was lying on the
bench next to him. In the split second that he looked from her to the sword, he
missed seeing the strange crossbow detach itself from the belt where it had
hung.
Eric shot a bolt of
light through Talion's chest. Unfortunately, he was
not fast enough. As the light struck, Talion’s sword
pierced Shaunna’s chest.
Shaunna was in intense pain when she awoke. She
was bathed in a soft light and surrounded by white sheets. The air smelled
almost antiseptic as she breathed it, causing her to choke a little.
"You are finally awake." A strangely
familiar voice spoke from behind her.
She closed her eyes trying to remember where
she had heard the voice before.
A tall Elf took the seat next to her. He had to
be at least six and a half feet tall. His long white hair framed his young
face, a face that was not much older than hers. His face was kindly, but there
was a deep sadness in his eyes.
"You are Sareth's
boy, are you not?" She asked. "It's Ularen, right?"
"That is correct, please call me
Hope." He answered. "You are Shaunna Nightshade. We used to play as
children."
Shaunna smiled at the memory of happier times.
"You have sustained some very serious
injuries." Hope explained. "I have healed you as well as I could, but
you will need to stay here for a while so I can be sure that you will not need
any further treatment."
"How long will I need to stay?" She
asked.
"Due to the life threatening nature of the
wounds, you will need to stay at least a few months."
"A few..." She began to protest. But
the pain in her chest as she attempted to sit up caused her to scream.
Hope hurried over. "Please do not do that
again. You could injure yourself permanently."
Shaunna wasn't able to breathe through the
pain, so she laid back and began the tedious journey of healing under the
watchful eye of Ularen Hope.