[Solo] The Nosdyn Chronology Chapter 7.

[Nosdyn]

(Continues about a month after the ending events of: Pains and is part of an on-going attempt to Chronicle my character's life. Once again, for you guys who are reading my shit, it is very humbling to know someone likes my stuff that much. Thank You! I'll keep knocking these out for you guys who like my work. Note: Will contain erotica. You've been warned. :P )

N'Jal looked at the two demons before her. She nodded to them. Father and son...there was some sort of a sign there, something she was not seeing. But she knew...some day everything that bitch, Xyllea had done to these proud and honorable demons...they would have to make her pay for it. She knew. And that day was rapidly coming. Someday...they would hold her accountable.

She listened as father and son spoke. She somehow understood...they had not seen each other for years...there was a lot to talk about a lot to catch up on.

He could not believe his son was standing before them. As an equal...what he'd longed for since the boy was born. Nosdyn's heart was heavy knowing that Xyllea had done the same thing to him. Something was starting to add up. "The thing they did to you...was it a weapon?" Nosdyn had to know.

Tharak tried to explain it to him. "It was...something similar to what they used on you...what Xyllea herself used on you before you awoke in that jail. But not the same kind...the one used on me was newer, more dangerous. Father...I had to escape on my own...I didn't have Llukai to help me." That pain was in his eyes again.

Nosdyn knew that pain...it was very similar to what he'd gone through...the hell he'd gone through as well. "You kept your honour." Nosdyn was proud of his son...for what the boy must have been through. "Seventeen now?" Nosdyn said the boy's age. Back on the Tular Plains...he'd already gone through his first rites from The Tribunal. He was just glad, he'd been allowed this one moment of respite and comfort after all that had happened. After all they'd been through because of her. "Did you ever take one of them as your mate?" Nosdyn asked quietly. There was no malice or anything like that in his voice...only a simple curiosity. He'd just been so very glad to have seen his son one last time.

Tharak looked at his father, and looked away. "Never. Because of what mother did to you...I could never partake of one. Though there were a few who tried...I rejected them each time." Tharak had never had a companion.

"Rest now boy, tomorrow we will talk about your place in the fold here...with our master's approval." Nosdyn said calmly to the boy.

Tharak nodded, and for the first time since his exile, he slept peacefully.

Nosdyn watched his son sleep for a moment, he admired that for the boy. Sleep was a mistress that Nosdyn never knew. He walked over to N'Jal who patiently waited for him. "It was Xyllea." He told his master.

N'Jal nodded. "That marks twice now." N'Jal had been keeping track where it came to her champion. "Nosdyn...we're going to have to confront her someday." She said to her champion.

He nodded in agreement. "I know my master. It is no longer about us now...she hurt my son now too." Nosdyn sighed at that point. "If things had gone different...cause of the boy...maybe..." He sighed. He was too confused at that point to think logically.

She placed her hand on her champion's face. "Because of who she is...what she meant to you once...it will be a difficult thing. I will not ask this lightly of you my champion. But now things are moving beyond us." N'Jal looked at Tharak at that point and back to his Father. "Teach him. Show him my ways, I will assist where I can...but I have a feeling this will work better with you teaching him. The women I made for you...are for you...there will be a different plan for him when he is ready." N'Jal said honestly.

Nosdyn nodded. "When the time comes...and we face her...I want you by our side. We can only defeat her together, as a family."

N'Jal nodded. "I agree with you there Nosdyn."