[Solo] The Nosdyn Chronology Chapter 7.

[Nosdyn]

Nosdyn looked back to his master, N'Jal. I must do this, I must confront her. He told her. And he slowly began to march towards Xyllea, by himself. His eyes were narrowed, he never once removed his eyes from her he would confront her. He would hold her responsible for the hell she put him and his son through...all on the account of what he was. Who his race was. He was attacked by Xyllea herself at that point. He'd seen that psionic bolt, fully charged, kill most men. Nosdyn was not most men. He was trained for endurance and at that point he would put his training to the test. The blast, he barely felt it by that point in his training. It did do something else though...he thought of the first day he ever met Xyllea. The day he risked certain death to save her...without need for reward without any selfish intentions. He'd stuck his neck out to save a lowly apprentice who'd been abandoned by her guild. As the memory repeated itself over and over, he began to cry. He was getting closer to her position, at that point he shut his weapon off and placed it back on it's belt. He kept his eyes on her. "Again!" He ordered her, no malice in his voice. "Hit me again!"

Nosdyn was now in front of the woman who he would have once called his wife. She was attacking him with the intent to kill him and his son. On the simple, selfish reason they were demons. The second attack was also with the same intent to kill. It was not working for her...he'd been too well trained at that point. Somehow, Nosdyn knew there would be no third attack. He was now standing directly in front of her. He'd been crying the entire time he faced her. Where did this all go so horribly wrong? Nosdyn thought to himself as he looked at her. There was no hatred or malice in his eyes...only a profound sort of pity and understanding. "Since the first day I met you, Xyllea, I risked certain death for you time and time again. I kept trying to make myself a better man because of you. You hurt me Xyllea, you now have hurt our son. You have something that you are no longer worthy of wearing, and I want it back." He did, as he swore he would and snatched his father's locket right off her neck. He kept the locket in his hand. He'd been crying the entire time he faced her.

He kept his eyes on Xyllea, he wanted her to...something...he was not sure what he was expecting. He saw the conflict and desperation in her eyes. "You did this Xyllea, you caused all of this...say something!" He yelled at her.


He was sincerely feeling the pain and anguish of everything the coward woman before him had caused.

It was then, Nosdyn understood. The profound truth of it all...Xyllea would not speak to him she could not acknowledge the simple truth of what she'd done. He watched her stare at him for a long time, then...one final act of cowardice...she turned and fled from him. Nosdyn stood there for a long time, as N'Jal and her children killed the others that Xyllea had brought with her to be slaughtered. Nosdyn felt a profound sort of peace at that point. It had all come around full circle for him. "She...ran." Nosdyn could not believe things had gotten so far downhill. He sighed and felt heavy.

For the last time in his life...he'd saved a lowly apprentice without selfish intent or want of reward...it was simply the right thing to do. She ran as a result that last time. The champion of N'Jal had spared her...it would be something she would have to live with the rest of her life.

At that moment, he noticed Tharak and his friend Lilly standing next to him. Tharak looked at his father, the boy had somehow a deep understanding of what had just occurred...what his people stood for. "That was the single most brave thing I have ever seen in my life father. You could have killed her...and been well within your rights to." Tharak said calmly.

Nosdyn nodded. "I had to see for myself...how far she'd fallen."

At that point, his priestess walked up to him with an all-too familiar object in her hand. "The weapon you and your son have described. A few of her companions had this on them. What would you have us do with this thing?" She asked quietly.

"Their intent was to use that thing on us." Nosdyn sighed. Once, their union would have healed their two great people. He kept looking in the direction she had run off to. "Goodbye Xyllea."

He thought of something at that point as he looked at his priestess. "Destroying that thing...won't be enough they will keep hurting us with it. We have to find out exactly what that fucking thing is...where it comes from. And learn to defend ourselves from it." He turned to look at his son. "Tharak, you have to do this for us. I have no knowledge of relicry. Once, I was told there was a difference between book smarts, and battle field smarts." Nosdyn would be at peace with himself from then on.

Tharak nodded to his father. "Me and Lilly...we will do that together." He said.

The priestess looked at Nosdyn as the others returned home. "I will be waiting for you my lord...when you return home we have matters to take care of." She looked at Nosyn with a profound lust in her eyes for him.

Nosdyn nodded. "I just need to think for a little while." He watched her return to the cave.

N'Jal walked up to him at that point...she'd quietly observed her champion the entire time. "It must have been a very difficult thing for you to do." N'Jal said to him.

He nodded towards the master. "It was...to see the truth so plainly...to understand why this has all happened to us." He sighed, he at least knew the truth at that point but the pain was still in his heart...just not the same as before.

"The locket...may I see it?" N'Jal asked quietly of her champion.

He almost forgot he had it in his hand the entire time. He looked at her and nodded. He opened it and showed her the only known record of a certain female demon. "My mother." He said to her calmly.

"Give the locket to someone more worthy of it." N'Jal said to her champion. "Let's go home it has been a difficult day for all of us."