Everything in the forest was at a stand still. The air, the trees, and even the small amount of breath that left her body, seemed to rise up. Her emerald eyes, though faded as if they would leave her body, moved slowly, watching her breath slip away into the wind. Her faded eyes moved slowly to the side, eyeing her songsword that was stretched out upon the ground. She saw several figures move through her peripheral vision, but she heard nothing. She was dazed, hurt, and confused. Her death was coming and she knew that.
She took account of the situation she was in. She was merely traveling in the forest until she stumbled across dozen of soldiers, fighting. Of course, she hid from sight, as the priestess of Lloth and Eilistraee battled each other. She thought she was safe, until the priestesses called upon their wizards. Being adapted to that of magic, she knew they were using a scrying spell to search out the woods, and thus they found her. At the time Zelena turned to flee from sight, but was caught dead on by a powerful fireball, that threatened to consume her body and flesh. The protection of her cloak and her chain mail took the brunt of the attack, but still several pieces of her skin had been charred away. She fought fiercely against the Lloth warriors but slowly, their numbers consumed her. A slash caught her in the side of the arm, while one enchanted weapon, cut right through her magic armor and opened up a gash in her stomach. She grunted and fell to the ground; her spirit slowly began to leave her body. Knowing her fate she appealed to Eilistraee, a goddess she knew during the entirety of her life. “I’m sorry that I am not strong enough to survive. Please bless my soul Eilistraee, so that I may be welcomed in the realms beyond this one. “As if it was right on cue, dozen Eilistraee warriors appeared out of the mists, roaring their powerful battle cries. The battle was swift and quick, and the forces of Lloth were pushed back, but she was left there, considered one of the dead.
Was this her fate? Was she fated to die by the hands of a spider-kisser? Slowly she breathed again and looked up at the sky, each breath causing excruciating pain. The wind stirred, however, and slowly a light fell upon the sections of her body where blood dwelt. Slowly a song filled the forest, coming from above. Zelena knew it was her goddess, coming to take her away. Then reality set in, the wounds slowly began to close, as fresh blood poured into her veins. It seemed that her appeal to the dark maiden did not go unnoticed. Eilistraee, it seemed wanted Zelena to do more in her life. Slowly she sat up, her eyes glancing around at the fallen dead. “ I must leave before the others come. “
Zelena was afraid, she was not a pure Drow like most of the other priestesses. She was half human and half Drow. Most did not approve of her kind, but her heart was that of Drow, even though her fair features depicted her as a human. Only if one were to stare and analyze her features for a while, they would notice the Drow features in her body. The good advantage though was that she was welcomed anywhere, until that one person would indeed recognize her features. Drawing her mind back to the forest, she looked around, feeling a certain presence watching her. That presence was not Eilistraee but rather dark red eyes. Wolves….She gasped as she turned, and fled again. “ Will this day end?”[font=Shirle, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif][/font]
Being Half Human and Half Drow, Noone in the UnderDark Expected anything from her. That of course.....was their mistake.
Tluin Kitrye Rivvil lu' Kitrye Ilythiiri, Non wun har'oloth Expected jalbol dal ilta. Nindel d' heen.......zhahus ninta duanda.