3. Isendir Blackriver

Isendir Blackriver

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    "Isendir" he yelled
    "yes" came a low voice
    "Ive got someone here you should meet" He said with a grin
    "Im coming dad" as he rounded the corner running towards his dad he came to an abrupt holt.

    What kind of strange elf was that? He looked with big grey eyes at an elf, with silver hair and skin dark as the night.
    "who are you his small voice said?" "Jezz" The black elf said with a grin, "and I am your fathers employer" he grinned again

    he looked up towards his dad wich at the time stood nodding, "aye son I think it was about time you met the one that feeds us"

    Isendir smiled at him then turned away to continue his chores. "stop" his father told him, he again came to an abrupt halt

    "yes" Isendir said and started to turn around, he did'nt turn quick enough to se the hand coming down, hitting him square in his face.

    He fell sprawling on the floor, " why" he cried, "why I havent done anything wrong" his father chuckled " do not disrespect me son, now you are dismissed"

    45 years later:

    "Isendir" his father yelled, no answer came.
    "ISENDIR" he yelled again
    "what" Isendir asked
    "we have a visitor, hurry here son" His father yelled

    Taking his time he started towards the living room on his way he met his father come towards him clearly angry with him.

    "what you want now" Isendir said. Fury blazed in his fathers eyes,
    "I told you not to disrespect me, I will punish you for that later, now follow me"

    He followed with a grin not the least concerned about the punishment, knowing that it only would fuel his hatred for his father.

    Aye his god had ensured him that he would have his revenge this day.

    As he went into the livingroom he whiped his grin of his face as he saw the visitor, It was the drow as he now new they were called

    Jezz just looked at him once, then chuckled
    "heh he looks even more pathetic then I remember him" he said clearly amused by his thin frame.

    "but we may have some use for him still", another chuckle,
    "if not we can allways give him to the driders theyd appreaciate some fresh elf meat for a change"

    Both him and his father chuckled at this comment, then Jezz turned and got a more somber tone.

    "Is everything in place for tonight?" he asked
    "Aye" Isendirs father said, everything will work out as planned,
    "good" the drow said, "then I will take my leave before the damned daylight comes"
    The two shook hands and the drow left.

    "Well son" his father said "what do you want? the belt or the whip",
    "the whip" Isendur answered with a slight grin, he knew he needed all the pain and hatred in the world to find the courage he would need later.
    His father chuckled "not only are you as skinny and worthless as Jezz pointed out, heh your even stupid aswell" he laughed from his own words
    He then took out the whip and started, the lashes came down hard on him.

    The whipping had become worse over the years, heh his father had asked for whipping advice once the drow matron visited, she had showed him herself, a big honor his father had called it. Isendur didnt think it was that big of an honor, since she had used his back to learn his father the tricks of the trade.

    After this lesson his father allways managed to keep him concious, only a few times had gotten the luxury of slipping into unconciusness while he was beeing punished, and as the matron had said " whats the use of punishment if they cant feel it?"

    But this would be the last time he thought to himself grinning, his new master had ensured him that.

    As he was beeing punished he focused all he could on the beast inside of him, soon he didnt feel the lashes punding on him, "thank you" he thought
    "Thank you Malar" for teaching me to forget my pain, only the fury.
    "Ah" his father said, "that was it, now dont disrespect me again son!"

    "Oh no father I won't, never again actually" and with a grin he drew the dagger he had bought, turned around and drowe it into his father
    "take my love father" he said while laughing loudly "and here, and here, and here" he said stabbing multiple times.

    when he was done he looked down at the remains of his father smiling and licked the dagger clean. "mmmm kin blood"

    He then started for the door, grabbed his bow and allready prepared backpack and ran.
    How upset would'nt the drow be, heh as far as he knew he had killed the only link the drow house Jaerle had to the surface.

    "Heh well well they will never find me" he said, "I know the perfect place to hide"

    Allmost a month later Isendir arrived smiling and nodding to complete strangers in Narfell….


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