He had the skin of a drow, but the most beautiful shade of ginger hair. It was obvious that people thought he was a drowman - all those looks, stares...But he didn't care. He was so caring and kind to me - all the drows I had read about weren't. So the rumours were fake. My mother and father faithfully served Sepulchure all their lives. I was going to do the same, because of tradition. Maybe if I broke the rules, I probably would've been able to be by his side. When I realised he was joining with Alteon, I didn't know what to say. We would be separated for the rest of our lives, doomed to never to meet again. The last time I saw him.... When I realised I would see him again, my fate had been locked into place. My mind was under their control. I was forced to do their bidding...forever. LMAO IM SO BAD AT WRITING THESE OK BYE

I'm not good at writing summaries. just read the frickin' story.