| History: |
That night had been dark- darker then usual. She hated to remember it. The look on their faces...on his face. Her heart flooded with ice at the memory-but that was all it remained...a memory. It's not often when a drow has such a memory that it chills their heart-she blamed her youthful emotions for the overcoming feelings that haunted her. Why else would she be able to remember everything so vividly? Things had been so easy when the times were younger. Llithryel was raised to be powerful. She was raised to rule. From the time she was birthed she was taught how to use the powers of the highest preistess of Lloth. She was trained to fight. She was a drow. Heartless, ruthless, pitiless. She was raised to be the next emperess of the drow. Perhaps what was unexpected from any creature of the darkness, was the bond she shared with her twin-Airia. In normal circumstances bonds were not even considered between sisters. They should only see the other as a threat-competition for the throne. But not between those two, they were born to need each other. ((shall continue...)) |