MysidiaDrakkenbane

This is an ongoing tale that I had started for my EQ1 character, Mysidia. Now that I had retired her and started her in EQ2, it was time to start another story and another adventure with her. This story will use all of my alts as well as my husband's character. Feedback is most welcome...good or bad. I should also note that there is a smaller story going on within the Norrath EQ2 story. This will be explained at a later time.

Chapter 1

The world had long been ruined. The shredded lands that were torn from the shards of Luclin fractured an already racially torn world. Some had picked up whatever pieces they could manage and survived the harshest terms that Norrath had laid out for them. It wasn't enough that the world they knew was gone, but with Luclin destroyed, the gravity shift sent forth cruel seasons coupled by titanic tidal waves crashing into the bleeding land.

Those that did survive were never the same. They wrote down their stories and accounts for posterity, but ask anyone who was still alive today of what happened, and all of them tear up and turn their heads away. Their heart wrenching silence was enough to tell its own tale.

The Vah'Shir were no more. Whatever traces of them remained in the Kerran and it was they who told the stories of yesteryear. One particular Kerran, Feja, had an unusual job on her hands. This job was passed down from mother to daughter… and it was unlike any job any Kerran had seen.

A woman elf had survived the cataclysms and the destruction of Luclin, but she lay in a coma, frozen in the time passed. The Vah'Shir spoke of a forgotten kingdom in the realm of Kunark but with Luclin's blast, that too had been destroyed.

Not that there was much of it left. Feja had heard of a great battle between an ancient race called Rydians against the mighty Iksar. The war was never finished. The cataclysms happened before they could regain closure, one way or the other.

When Feja was a young cub, she remembered looking at the sleeping woman with a strange curiosity. Sure, the woman looked like she could pass for your common wood elf, but there was something unusual about her.

The woman's skin was paler. Her hair had a strange white streak in the front on the left side. She was taller than your average wood elf. It almost looked like she had High Elf in her…somewhere.

But years pass, as they always do, and Feja grew older and had cubs of her own. Still, she kept her promise to her family that she would be the caretaker of the wood elf. Honor and Duty above all else.

One of Feja's joys was to be out in the garden attending to her medicinal herbs. Her role as one of the tribe's Mystics allowed her to mix work with pleasure. Nature always appealed to the calm Kerran. Since her travel, with her family, from Refugee Island, her mother had begun instruction to her being a Mystic. And from day one of her teachings, Feja felt like this should have been her path all her life. It fit her, tremendously.

The only thing that gnawed at her was her inability to revive the sleeping wood elf. No medicinal herb, spell, or charm could awaken the sleeping woman.

And it was one day in the spring, that her cubs came running out to her.

"Momma! Momma! The lady is moving!!", her eldest said. She stopped and wiped her paw like hands on her apron, looking at them both perplexed.

"I told you two to stay out of her room and leave her be.", Feja said cross.

"We did, Momma. She started to make noise on her own and we went to go see…", the daughter said.

Maya and Kay'je were always getting into some sort of trouble. But that was expected of Darkfury cubs. Every last one of them, including Feja, were always curious and getting into mischief. That's why Feja isn't too hard on them when something does happen. Darkfury's are fiercely curious by nature, but they're just as fierce on the battlefield.

Feja carefully entered the wood elf's room and saw her lying peacefully on the bed. She closed the door behind her and walked over. The wood elf opened her eyes and looked at the cat-like woman with the disorientation that the coma brought.

The wood elf tried to speak, but years of not using her vocal chords, only thing that came out was air. She swallowed and tried again. Nothing.

"It's all right. You're safe.", Feja said walking over to her. She sat on the bed and felt her forehead and leaned over to hand her a small cup of an herbal tonic she made.

The woman lifted her head and took a sip. She wrinkled her nose as the bitter thick liquid hit her tongue.

"I know. Not very appetizing, but it will help you get your strength back."

Feja stared at the woman for a short while before putting back the cup on the table. Violet eyes? What wood elf has violet eyes??

The woman looked around and furled her brow in curiosity. Feja began to understand.

"You're in Nettleville Hovel.", Feja said patting her hand. "Get some rest. There will be plenty of time for questions later.

The woman struggled to speak and Feja heard her peep out a name.

"Machene.", she said before she fell into an exhaustive sleep.

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