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A billion mirror fragments cascaded upon the darkness of nothing as the unspoken words fell from her moistened eyes to the cold, gray, earthern ground. The spidery whispers grew into a crescendo as the two males approached the female human whom silently wept on her knees before the barred way to freedom. The deep blue, almost black, dark elf eyes her movements with his deep hazel, gold eyes, then turned and spoke to the onyx figure beside him.

"Ol zhah notha dalhar," he said in hushed tones. The glowing red eyes of the drow searched the tearfilled human that had been dumped carelessly into their cell, while the translation of the drow language washed over him; "It is a child" rung in his delicately pointed ears, and it was obvious that she was very young, even by human standards she barely skimmed adulthood.

Before words were formed upon his obsidian, blue lips, a red armor clad drow slid three platters of belittling rations under the rusted, iron bars. The girl froze, breathe held in utter terror as the two drow in the jail ambled past her. The silver haired drow watched as the human slunk back into the far corner.

"Il stree udossa," the golden eyed one said. 'She fears us'; the red eyed one let the accusation sink in.

"Usstan ulitraeni har'olol nindel, Damien," he replied, tentavily picking up the tray. Damien's ear followed the obvious strain in his voice, the guilt in "I can understand that.' He sniffed at the platter of gruel, then threw it up against the wall across from him.

"Lil cahallin zhah elg'cahlin, Lusiss," Damien yelled slapping the square, iron plate from Lusiss' hand and over-turning the third with his foot. Lusiss looked at him oddly; 'poisoned,' he thought, his deep crimson eyes looking down at the putrid scraps sizzling against the stone.

"Bel'la dos, trialath dalninuk," Lusiss said, a ghost of a smile appearing upon his cruel visage.

"Dos phuul aldoer," Damien shrugged, his hand sliding over his younger brother's broad shoulders and giving him a playful shake.

They both turned to the female cowering in the corner after the outburst of rage, and Damien's eyes became wet with shame. He kneeled to her eye level, and spoke in his native tongue, "Usstan orn naut juv'undus dos." His hand reached tentavily toward her arm, and she pulled away, crushing herself deeper into the cool protection of the nook. Lusiss wondered why she thought they would hurt her.

"Il ulitraeni naut har'olol udossa, shwet udossa tittal com'one," Lusiss reasoned. 'Common,' Damien thought, 'why didn't I think of that." He mentally slapped himself.

"I'm Damien, and this is Lusiss; we won't harm you, please, don't be afraid." He pulled the girl into a gentle hug, resting her head on his chest and started rocking her, a song escaping his lips. His voice rose and fell within the silence, a beautiful bell within the gaping maw of nothingness, a melody of hope.

The green eyes met Lusiss's red ones; he swept his silver hair behind his delicate ears and smiled. "I'm Karen," the human stuttered hesitantly.

"Haha, see, that wasn't so hard was it," Lusiss laughed and sat down beside them.

Footsteps, resounding down the corridor, were heard many minutes before the torch lights wavered before the unshrinkable shadows. A smooth, rich voice commanded from around the cave's corner, "Sulib lil jalil."

Lusiss let out a soft growl at the words and hoisted himself to a steady, well-balanced stance. Damien slid Karen off his lap, and replaced her in the corner as her confused face turned to the three Drow sliding the prison bars aside. Damien trapped Karen in the crevice behind him, and the crimson eyed males, that now stood before Lusiss, spoke with sharp-edged cruelty, "Inbalca ilta phor!"

The narrow slits of gold, that were Damien's eyes, glowes with haunting hatred, and the words that left his lips resonated with inaudable coldness; "Dos orn naut ilta." Karen's ears strained against the sound, strained for some meaning in the unknown language.

The silver metal, edged in enchanted purple light to allow it to cleave through stone itself, gleamed in the torchlight as the weapons were drawn from their sheathes. Her long, slender fingers clung to Damien's pant's leg, as the short Drow with the death pike advanced steadily on him, and the other two, with their sister swords, took up either side of Lusiss. Damien's hand alighted on Karen's head as he spoke, "I will protect you, but, in order to do that, you must release me so I may do battle."

The cool fabric slipped from between her hands, and salty droplets began their plumet to meet the rock ground once again. The ring of steel on floor and wall echoed down the cavern passageway, bouncing off them and colliding with the ceiling. A strange dance of golden orange fireflies leapt about the chamber, as the torches flickered from artificial wind and extinguished. Karen's whimper was devoured by the darkness as her eyesight was lost to her within the deep cavern under the churning Earth.

The only sound was the high pitched voice of iron as it rang against grimous, gray stone; no soft thud of flesh met the listening ears of unseen creatures. The sparks distorted the beautiful fae faces into monstrosities of shadow and deeper shadow.

The sixth figure loomed above Karen's huddled form, as the others were engaged in battle, and his hand fiercely clasped her slight wrist. She was brought before bright black eyes sparkling with inner light. She was lifted a full two feet above the ground, and a sharp squeak came from her lips, "No, put me down!"

The grip did not loosen on her wrist, and the man's other hand wrapped firmly around Karen's slender wraist; he brought her tight against his fighter-honed body enveloped in cool, black silk. The sweet aroma of jasmine clung to his petal soft skin, and it was rich and alluring; the smell calmed her; her exhausted limbs were unable to resist the relaxing effect of his fingers playing across her skin. The calls of "Karen' were distant and irrelevent to her in her current state.

Damien and Lusiss could not get near the human clad in the Veritas Ninja Guild uniform. He was soaked in sleep poison, and they realized the man had built an immunity to the potent cologne.