Epilogue: Isanien

Epilogue: Isanien

Isanien waited in a darkened corner. Refugees from western Leefe poured in to the castle. Humans mostly… and all weak. The sight of it disgusted her. They should be left to the chill beast and its army. Let it thin the herd. If this was all they tried to save then the island would be weaker still. If anyone even survived.

The people would die, huddled in their castle like a tomb. A few knights hustled around, barking orders. Mostly, they all reeked of fear. None saw her as she watched. As a race, humans were remarkably adept at ignoring that which they did not wish to see. And who of them would want to acknowledge a lone Drow in their midst when a greater threat was at their doorstep? Who would want to worry if their food stores were still safe to eat? She smiled to herself, tucking away the empty vials securely into a padded pouch. It would not kill many, if any of them even survived to eat it, but it would be slow, painful, and impossible to detect until it was too late. They continued to scurry about like rats on a sinking ship. Isanien was too familiar with that phrase now. She had seen it all too often, and had no intention of stepping on to a boat ever again. She would stick to solid land. She gathered her pack and looked one last time across the great hall in the palace.

On the far side of the room she could see the others. Kael stood at the center, others gathered around him. He still wore that ridiculous crown. He would likely die in it. But for the others, it gave them a false sense of hope. These people needed a King… they needed to be ruled.

Garet stood next to him. He had changed so much since she first met him. At one time comical, then dark and dangerous, and now filled with a holy zeal that put paladins to shame. He too needed to be ruled. It did not matter if that touch was light or dark, he responded to strength of command. It is no wonder that he followed Kael, once he was freed from the sword.

To the side was Inioch, the dark one. He was an exception. He chaffed under command. He wielded power of his own and sought confrontation. He had tried to take the island for himself, but sought to destroy all he touched. Place him in the desert with a thousand corpses, and he might be satisfied… at least until he learned of others living nearby. He had power, and she could respect that. He was possibly the only human that she would ever admit that of. But his power was hunger that saw no end. He would consume himself and the world with him, if left unchecked.

She would not miss them, or so she told herself. She slipped into a side passage, heading up to a higher floor. None would enter from the windows, but they were unguarded, and would serve well as an exit. She looked out, shielding her eyes from the brightness of day. The cursed snow seemed to gather all available light. A horn sounded in the distance, followed by the roar of a thousand voices. The army had arrived. She smiled to herself. She would miss the battle, the bloodshed… she would miss seeing the pompous fools and foul creatures alike as they fell to one another’s blades. She would miss seeing the end to the people of Leefe.

She shouldered her pack and leapt from the window towards the wall. As her foot came down, she tucked into a ball, rolling safely across the blanket of snow. From the wall she stood again, righted her pack, and headed to the other edge where she would leap the moat in a similar fashion. Once across she hurried to the tree line. A dark figure on the white snow would draw attention, if any happened to be looking away from the battle. She looked back once, confirming there was no pursuit. Smoke was already rising from the castle.

The forest would be her new home. She would settle in the deepest part and draw others to her. The animals of this island responded to her influence, as did the shadows. She would twist them together, slowly at first until even the trees began to bend to her will. The dark forest would spread, and she would wait. Lolth had intended the surface for her children, but those who came before her lived as humans had and so were rejected. Isanien would remake the island itself, and when her Queen looked once again upon her, She would smile.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: