Picking up again from last week’s snippet of Song and Sword.
“I wish there was something I could do.” Dakkas looked up at Pashevel again, a plea in his dark eyes. “I don’t know how to help her.”
Pashevel’s sensitive ear caught and recognized the accent – a Drow! He felt a wave of tension flow through his body. “Get your filthy Drow hands off of her!” was his first response, but it never passed his lips. The look of pain and desperation in the Drow’s eyes cut through him and he dropped a gentle hand to his shoulder. “Just keep doing what you’ve been doing, friend. Let her know that you’re here, that she’s safe, and not alone.”
Dakkas nodded, and turned back to the women. He had seen the look on Pashevel’s face, the look of revulsion when the Elf had realized that he was a Drow. He had also seen the brief flash of pain, and had heard the sincerity of his voice, and felt the kindness of his touch. He didn’t know which to believe. He wanted to believe the latter, but his experience taught him that it was the first reaction that was true, and despair threatened to overwhelm him again.
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince
Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village
Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first
Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast
Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.
But first, they have a problem to solve: how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?
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