Rebecca

Sabrae closed her eyes and whispered the words:

"..Kal Ort Por.."

The arcane arts lifted her and moved her, outside the hideout located in Felucca. The place, Sabrae had called her home for decades.
The decades had learned Sabrae to be alert in the Badlands and she gently tapped her fingertips on the shaft of her newest toy,
ready to release her rage incase someone came too close.

When she reached the top of the stairway, she pushed the heavy iron doors open and entered the hall of her home.

She moved towards the table in the hall and her gaze fell on the reflection in the mirror. She untied the cloak and folded it neatly together and placed it on the table.
Another glance at her reflection..

Her hair were tied with thin braids, giveing the person that viewed her, the image of spiderwebs and then tied together with the rest of her snow white hair into the braid, that fell gracefully down to her waist.

She grabbed her braid and swung it over her shoulder.
Turned away from the mirror and pushed the doors to the living room open.

Her gaze fell on the stone altar, made for the Divine Mother and she mumbled to herself:

"A l' errdegahr cressen, vel'bol tlun Usstan xunin..?"
- By the demon webs, what am I doing..?

Jumping on one leg, to keep her balance she pulled her boots of - Dropping them on the floor and then walked bare feet over the wooden - but chilled floor to the kitchen.

She glanced around briefly. Picked up her favorite bottle of white wine and a clean goblet and then went back into the living room, where she settled down on the couch.

She uncorked the bottle and then poured herself a goblet, placed the bottle on the table.
She pulled her legs up under her and sank back in the cough with the goblet in her hand. She sighed.

"Ol's naut saph Usstan tlun xunin folbol xusst, zhah ol..?"
- It's not like I am doing something wrong, is it..?

A thousand thoughts in her mind.

She knew - that her own chances of becomming a High Priestess herself were rather thin...
They were small....
They would be impossible to reach with her past.

"Lloth, Usstan ssrig'luin dosst xxizz.."
- Lloth, I need your help..

Her fingertips ran over her biologic House insignia.
The memories of her own House were getting weaker.
The image, that decades ago had been so clear when she closed her eyes were fadeing.

"Ka l' Ilharess Ilhar saw uns'aa, orn'la il ajak uns'aa..?"
- If the Matron Mother saw me, would she remember me..?


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She had been so young. So full of curiousity. So angry, when the Matron had turned her down and claimed she had been too young to follow Them on the raid on the surface.

She could vagely remember the words, that slipped her lips - After the Matron and her companions had left the room..

"Dos fridj kyorl! Usstan orn morfeth dos vhaid d' uns'aa! Dos orn gotfrer bauth retarded Li'Neerlay!"
- You just watch! I will make you proud of me! You will forget about retarded Li'Neerlay!

She had been so jealouse of her older Sister. And she had paid the price for it.

She had followed Them unseen, watched amused when her House slayed the village. She had felt the urge to storm forwards and releaseing the arcane arts, she had learned.. But the fear, of the rage of the Matron Mother, keept a very young Sabrae hidden in the bushes, near the burning house..

The battle moved away from the hidden Drow and all the sudden the youngester noticed a human child getting up from a cover near her own and legged it away...

A final glance to the battle.
She narrowed her eyes and began the chase.. She followed her victim through the forrest and the more she ran, the more she felt superior.
She wanted to punish her! She wanted to make her Mother proud.
She wanted to make the Divine Mother proud.

She caught up with her victim..

"Vas Flam!" She shouted.
She laughed as the girl screamed and bursted into tears.
The spell was hard enough to send a little girl down on her stomach.

Sabrae tilted her head and looked puzzled, when the girl said something.

"Eh?! Vel'bol natha suingmc ooble' dos telanth! Gi Vrine'winith cri'n! Cri'n zhah whol l' yibin!"
- Eh?! What a silly tongue you speak! Oh Stop crying! Crying is for the weak!

Sabrae moved closer to the crying girl, that staggered to get up.
Sabrae watched her with curious eyes.
Kicking out for her arms, when she tried to get up..

She didn't understand, that the child were begging.

"In Nox.."

Sabrae whispered and the child cried in pain, as the poison began to run through her veins.

Hours later...

Sabrae paced back and forth.

A few feet from Sabrae, a child were laying on the ground.
Sabrae had used techniques of mild torture, but not mild enough to keep the child alive. The cries had stopped long ago.

She glanced around in the forrest, that were surrounded by darkness.
Humming merrily to herself, she headed south. Moveing herself further away from the Village and further away from the enterance, that would have led her back home..

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She sighed a little, at her childhood memories.
She emptied her goblet and placed in on the table.

She wrapped her arms around her legs and gently rocked back and forth.

"Gi ussta Trelao Ilhar..
Dos punished uns'aa whol disobeying ussta Ilharess.
Usstan zhahus zet rathrea.. Usstan wo naut doera natha Obok Yathrin,
p'wal Usstan belbaus birth ulu natha dalhar,
vel'bolen Ilharn zhah natha Von'Sah..
VEL'BOL XUN DOS SSINSSRIN DAL UNS'AA!?!"
- Oh my Divine Mother..
You punished me for disobeying my Matron.
I was left behind.. I won't become a High Priestess,
because I gave birth to a child, which Father is a Von'Sah..
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?!

Sabrae sneered annoyed and felt frustrated.
Her thoughts took her back to the male Untaramar, she had spoken with in the Tower of Bones..

Ka dos xuat ssinssrin uns'aa 'zil natha Obok Yathrin, xun dos ssinssrin uns'aa ulu sslig'ne Mina?
- If you don't want me as a High Priestess, do you want me to protect them?

She drummed her fingers on her knees.

The door to the living room opend and in came Sabrae's youngest child.
The Daugther greeted her Mother and Sabrae noticed the questioning - And curious eyes..

Sabrae chuckled to herself and patted the couch besides her. Her daugther got the hint and hurried to sit down, then she looked at Sabrae.

"Ilhar.. Vel'bol xunus Jabbress Faeryl telanth?
Xunus dos telanth xuil ilta?
Orn il screa uns'aa mzild?
Vel'drav orn Usstan alu ulu l' Crypts?"
- Mother.. What did Mistress Faeryl say?
Did you speak with her?
Will she learn me more?
When will I go to the Crypts?

Sabrae groaned over the bomb with questions and then replied her Daugther with a slight smile..

"Xas Xas... Honglath harl ligrr.. Usstan inbal spoken xuil ilta lu' Usstan orn plynn dos gaer huthin week. Gaer zhah natha stath klezn udos inbal ulu arrange."
- Aye aye.. Calm down girl.. I have spoken with her and I will take you there next week. There is a few things we have to arrange.

She looked at her eager Daugther, that were jumping from excitement.
Sabrae smiled somewhat satisfied.
What she couldn't reach herself - She would make sure her daugther would. And she would keept the Males away from her... Oh she would make them suffer, if they touched her. She would make sure, that her Daugther didn't make the same mistakes, as Sabrae did in her young days..

Mayhaps there was a reason with her own new interrest for the weapons?


(tbc)

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