Zaphyre meets another Tier’Dal in the Moonlighters Guild. Is he an ally or a foe? After a brief encounter at Thundering Steppes, she finds she can’t stop thinking about him. He has crept into her life, her thoughts, and perhaps even her heart.
Time passed, weeks became months as Zaphyre did what was expected of her as a member of the Moonlighters. She traveled the lands and continued with her training, perfecting her skills with the staff and sword. She even hunted with some of the members regardless of their race or alliance. She learned what she could about the guild and delivered the information to the queen. She met with the other Tier’dals and worked with them on their common cause. Evil plans were created and the approppriate moves were made to undermind the guild from within. Discord grew within the ranks so slowly it was barely noticeable. In the meantime, the fury priestess continued unnoticed as she traveled from Qeynos to Neriak almost on daily basis, completing her mission.
One late evening, Zaphyre returned home from her journey to Thundering Steppes and the Enchanted Lands. The rocky cavernous city of Neriak was such a welcoming sight. As her tired mare slowly made her way towards the main entrance, the young fury lifted up her eyes to admire the beautifully sculpted Tier’Dals on each side of the gateway. Zaphyre studied their faces that reeked of defiance and hate to everyone who entered. The guards below stood at attention as they watched her slowly pass between them.
Every time she returned to Neriak, her heart would fill with such pride at the magnificence of it all. It was the city of her parents as well as ancestors. The blue flames blazed with the glory that represent those who built the massive walls and towers all around her as she continued to ride through the dark streets leading to the new Foreign Quarter.
This was indeed her city, her home. As soon as she thought that, her smile slowly disappeared for she remembered Neriak wasn’t “his” home. Her dark eyes lowered to gaze on the beautiful mane of Amie. She was thinking of him again. She has been thinking of him from the moment she woke up, distracted only by potential danger and the need for sleep. The clip clopping of the horse’s hooves on the cobblestone section of the street kept her awake as Amie headed instinctually for the stables.
Zaphyre carefully removed the saddlebags and slowly carried everything to the local inn not too far away. The local courtesans were out and about doing what they do best. Zaphyre smiled warmly at them as she headed for inn’s front door. She almost became one of them when she first returned to Neriak. Should she ever tell “him” about that part of her life? She shuddered and shook her head. Some things are best left unsaid.
Nooo.. Kharm is fine! 
This was before they met.
Great story! Alway’s interesting . Keep up the good work
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