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The dark elf sat on the barren rew above the eastern horizon This would be perhaps his hundredth dawn, and he kneell the sting the searing light would bring to his lavender eyes - eyes that had known only the darkness of the Underdark for more than four decades
The drow did not turn away, though, when the upper riht as his purgatory, a pain necessary if he was to follow his chosen path, to become a creature of the surface world
Gray smoke wafted up before the drow’s dark-skinned face He knehat it ical drow-made cloak that had soeneic in the cloak had begun fading weeks before, and the fabric itself was siarhtly to salvage as much as he could
It wouldn’t make any difference, he knew; the cloak was doomed to waste away in this world so different fro to it desperately, soy to his own fate
The sun cli lavender eyes He could not see the slare of that terrible ball of fire Still he sat and watched, right through the dawn
To survive, he had to adapt
He pushed his toe painfully down against a jag in the stone and focused his attention away from his eyes, froht of how thin his finely woven boots had beconess
Then his scinificent droeapons, which had sustained hih so ical panther companion? Unconsciously the drow dropped a hand into his pouch to feel the urine, so perfect in every detail, which he used to summon the cat Its solidity reassured him in that moment of doubt, but if it, too, had been crafted by the dark elves, iic so particular to their domain, would Guenhwyvar soon be lost?
"What a pitiful creature I will becoue He wondered, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, about the wisdom of his decision to leave the Underdark, to forsake the world of his evil people
His head pounded; sweat rolled into his eyes, heightening the sting The sun continued its ascent and the drow could not endure He rose and turned toward the sain put a hand absently on the panther figurine
His pii hung in tatters about hier protection from the mountain winds’ chill bite There was no wind in the Underdark except for slight currents rising off pools of ma, and no chill except for the icy touch of an undead monster This surface world, which the drow had known for several months, showed him many differences, many variables - too many, he often believed
Drizzt Do’Urden would not surrender The Underdark was the world of his kin, of his fa the deainst Lloth, the Spider Queen, the evil deity his people revered above life itself The dark elves, Drizzt’s faive his blaspheh to escape their long reach
Even if Drizzt believed that the sun would burn him away, as it burned away his boots and his precious pii, even if he beca away in the chill nity, those elements that made his life hile
Drizzt pulled off his cloak’s remains and tossed theainst his sweat-beaded brow, but the droalked straight and proud, his jaw firm and his lavender eyes wide open
This was the fate he preferred
Along the side of a differentsun Ulgulu, too, had left his birthplace, the filthy, s rifts that marked the plane of Gehenna, but this ulu’s fate, his penance, to grow in this world until he attained sufficient strength to return to his ho on the life force of the weakhisand terrible
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