Awakening Chronicles

Chapter 12 Primal Age

A beautiful drow came out of the side room and held a bundle of clothing in her hands. She was slightly bulkier than most of the male drow I've seen so far. She turned the corner, and I felt my heart drop. She had long flowing brown hair and pale blue eyes. Her face shared the same sleek bone structure as the rest of the drow that I have seen. As my eyes traveled down the length of her body, I felt a pang of sadness grow in my chest as I started to recognize my now ex-girlfriend Elana. I felt a tear start to slowly crawl down my face along with an influx of emotions that were hidden behind the shock and excitement of my new life.

I reached a hand up and wiped away the tear, and I thought back to all the good times that we had shared together, and as quickly as the happiness came, it faded, and a cold rage started to race through my veins. Rage at the fact that she betrayed me and with my best friend of all people. Rage that she wasted so much of my time.

I was so lost in my thoughts and memories that I didn't notice an aura start to radiate from my body nor the cold chill that permeated the air around me. Only when Prox fell back and scrambled away in fear was I jolted from my dark thoughts.

"You're a spell singer?" Prox exclaimed as he and stood in front of his cowering wife, protectively. "Please forgive this one for any transgression he may have caused, spare my wife is all I ask." He begged me.

I watched him for a moment as the thought hit me, they must hold mages in very high esteem in the drow civilization, though I'm curious as to why that may be.

"No, no relax you have done nothing wrong, I remembered something that I would have much rather forgot," I told him as I started to shift on my chair, desperate to rid my self of the memories.

Prox took the bundle of clothing out of the woman's hands, and she quickly scampered away. I could feel the fear radiating off her as she hurried away. I mentally chastised my self for the slip-up and stood.

Prox quickly handed over the pile of clothing and stepped away from me and glanced to the ground. "I apologize if this clothing does not meet your expectations, lord spell-singer." He tells me with worry filling his voice. I fight back the irritation growing in me at the reverence he was showing me.

"Hey, can you just treat me like you were when we just met, because this makes me rather uncomfortable," I tell him as I take the clothes from him and place them on the table.

"I'll do my best Since you are a traveler, you should be aware of the customs surrounding the spell-singers."

I shook my head and unfolded the clothing. The shirt was comprised of a dull white fur that had a rough sand-like feeling to it. The interior was made of an itchy leather that was a dark brown color and was patched together roughly with little to no craftsmen ship. It was poorly made, but it would work, I suppose. "I can't say that I'm aware of the customs, I never stayed around at the other settlements long enough to encounter another spell-singer, " I lied to him quickly, in hopes of gaining some form of information.

He eyed me warily and spoke again in a much more hushed voice. "Spell-Singers are the guides for our species. They guide us to new hunting grounds and use their sorcery to ensure we have enough food for the winter. This small settlement owes our lives to our spell-singers."

I furrowed my eyebrows in thought as I listened to him speak. So the mages held a venerated position, that was rather interesting. I needed to see how this pans out in the future. I slid the shirt over my head and was immediately rewarded with a harsh itching. I adjusted the fur shirt and unfolded the mottled brown pants and suppressed a grimace. I really did miss Earth and all the luxury it afforded. "I see. Well, thank you for telling me that.."