The Broken Way [aka, What a Night! Part Nine]

Faelen turned to Myra. "He loved you, so I will be there for you whethere I like it or not."

Myra spared only a glance at Faelen before taking a seat. "Do not trouble yourself."

["I come for the drama. And stay for the hot woment. Woo Hoo!" "Hear Hear!" "Hey we can form our own Mystery Science Theatre"]

"It isn't any trouble. I just don't get you."

"It is. You'd be best to remove yourself from any involvement with me." Myra folded her arms.

"You are stubborn," Faelen commented. "I'll give you that."

"She is Darkness." The Shadow interjected.

"Shut up Skeletor."

[I couldnt decide if that qualified for Peanut Gallery or not.]

"What do you want of me Faelen?"

Alyzia cut in, "To fall at your feet in front of a lich? Thats what most males want of you, isn't it?"

"I offer all that I can to you Myra," Faelen ignored the woman. "An ear, a helping hand, a shoulder."

Myra frowned. "I don't need any of that. None of it." She paced to the other side of the room.

"Twenty gold says he's next." The Shadow nodded at Faelen.

"My bet's on Galahad." Alyzia grinned.

"Good bet," remarked The Shadow.

"I don't need any of that." Myra turned to The Shadow and Alyzia. "And he will not."

"Oh, but he will." The Shadow countered, moving to sit on the stool next to where Myra stood.

Myra turned slowly, and leaned close to The Shadow. "Not for me, he won't."

"Galahad has fallen under your spell. I want to see him suffer."

Alyzia offered some more 'helpful' comments, "Oh c'mon girlie. You know he will. He was ready to go after the skull for you tonight."

Myra glanced over her shoulder, then back to The Shadow. The Shadow nodded to Alyzia's comment. "That he did."

"Then I'll have to fix that." Myra said coldly.

"Can you?" The Shadow challenged. "He will need to cast you from his heart. He cannot."

"There are things that can be done." Myra stood back up, looking out the nearby window. "He will." She smiled sadly.

"Men are drawn to you. And then they die for you."
"The more you push him away, the more he'll pursue, just to find out what's wrong."
"Myra, you're just too gosh darn cute... Galahad won't be able to leave."

["Its a curse of being a single elf in Tel'Ruid" "I didn't notice that marital status had much to do with that sort of stuff"]

Faelen spoke quietly to Myra. "You should rest, to be ready in case you have to face him again."

"Ah, the next round!" The Shadow, at least, seemed amused.

"Why me." Myra sounded tired. Weary.

"Because of who you are." Faelen offered.

"Because you are touched by Darkness."
"Touched? She embraces it. And it embraces her."

"It is a part of me, yes." Myra acknowledge it. She'd known it for sometime.

Myra paced back to the western window. Mely returned...

Closing her mare, Aikanaro in the back room, Mely started upon Myra quickly.

"Myra? What happened with Trenton... didn't he want you the way you wanted him?"

Myra clenched her fists.

Melyanna tilted her head. "Did he prefer the little girl to you? Perhaps... Pehraps he didn't like... other peoples' discards?" She leaned back against the door.

["That completely lost me." "You go lost just now?" "Trenton is also known as Mord'sythe *points to the program*" "Hey! I need one of those!" "Get your own"]

Mely seemed to be trying to get some kind of reaction out of Myra. "Perhaps you weren't woman enough for him Myra?"

[Myra lost connection. "I suspect she finally snapped." "*rewinds the soap*" "As the Elf Turns"]

Myra gritted her teeth.

["Well speaking as an evil dude, we prefer young ones. They haven't been corrupted as much. We mold them into what we want them them to be and then move on."]

"What do you want, Mely."

"The truth. Something you aren't willing to give."

"My... relation with Trenton is none of your concern."

"Isn't it? Do you betray the Glade to him... just to sneak into his bed? Or do yo pine for his touch?"

Myra's cheeks flushed, in a blush.

["Ooh, that was close to the mark"]

"Well Myra? Or is it that he won't let you back into his bed?"

"I was never in his bed." Myra's voice was very low.

"Ah hah! So you didn't get what you wanted."

"That isn't what I wanted." Myra's voice had lowered to a whisper.

"Isn't it?"

"I went to free Azeron from the Affliction he took from you."

Mely flinched at that. "Yes... but you did that because you wanted the power it offered you. You love Trenton, admit it."

Myra glared at Melyanna. Anger, anguish, despair... so many emotions tumbled through Myra at that moment. "Love is... not for me."

"Too close to home?"

"What would you know of love anyway, Mely? How many times have you been married?"

["Uh oh, here it comes." "The big guns are loaded now" "Uh oh."]

"At least I've been married. What happened to your lovers?"

["They died, I think we established that."]

"I've only had one," Myra replied quietly.

"One? Let's see... Glorfindle, Ian, Aramir, Trenton... Khell... Q'wellen?"

Myra clenched and unclenched her fists at her sides. Her anger was growing, beyond anything else and again the whispering from Wrath rose in her mind. "Just Glor..."

"Oh, wait... Glor didn't want you either."

["Damn, low blow!" "!!!" "Oh boy!" "Pass the popcorn"]

Before she could, or even wanted to think about it, Myra was drawing Wrath from where she'd hidden it in her pack.

[The Shadow walks over like Darth Vader or something, "I am your father"]

"He's much happier with Joylah, than he ever was with you Myra!"

Myra stepped forward, her rage blinding and deafening her to all else in the room. Inside she could feel walls breaking down. "You will take that back. Now."

Mely crossed her arms. "I don't believe I will."

"I will gut you where you stand. He loved me. Take it back, now!"

"Try it, and Aikanaro will have you for lunch."

Myra was trembling with rage.

"You weren't elf enough for Glor."

Myra growled, falling into the most basic fighting stance she knew. She stepped close to Mely, putting the sword's blade to her throat. "Take. It. Back."

"N'uma."

"Take it back!!" Myra screamed, as she swung the sword at Melyanna. The sword sliced through Mely's shirt, drawing blood on her arm. But Myra did not stop. She kept swinging, wanting only for Mely to take back her words, or to die with them.

Dodging some of Myra's unpracticed swings, Mely managed to bind her with magic.

Myra hissed, "Darthiir elg'carress!" Her drow accent was thick, and there was no spark of anything that was Myra ten minutes ago in her eyes.

"Now you have drawn blood." Mely looked at her bleeding arm.

Faelen was babbling something, but Myra saw only the darthiir bitch that had tried to bind her with her filthy surface magic! How dare she think to trap Myra so easily! The surface magic fell away from Myra, as she whispered a prayer... Myra took a step around Faelen, not caring who he was at the moment.

"Weak Darthiir magics," Myra hissed, prowling around to Melyanna's side.

"Myra stop!" Faelen implored her.

She hissed at him. "I'll have your tongue too, 'breed! You are not here to help me."

Again Melyanna bound Myra with magic. And again, it fell away quickly.

"Myra, fight the sword!"

"Why should I? What do I have to fight it for?"

"For Q'wellen, if nothing else. Or did he really mean nothing to you?"

["Q'wellen? Who's Q'wellen?"]

"Why should I listen to you?" Her drow accent was weakening. "None of you know, or care about me."

The Shadow approached Myra. "Myra. Give me the sword. It is obviously too powerful for you to control."

She laughed at him. "It offers me everything I want."

"Or do you enjoy losing control to the Darkness?" His hand was still out, for the sword.

["You and I both know he's grinning wildly beneath that helm."]

"It can have what is left!" Myra exclaimed. Myra's gaze fixed on Mely. "You'll take back your words or... ah!"

Faelen slapped her hard. Myra growled.

Mely glared back at Myra, "Never. I should simply let Aikanaro have at you."

Myra hissed. The Shadow stepped back out of the way as Myra began to circle Mely again. "Very well. Kill her. It's what you want. You know it. I know it [The crowd behind me knows it. "We -all- know it."]

While Myra was distracted by The Shadow's words and her own internal struggle, Melyanna gathered energy from the ether.

"Vas Ort Flam" The air erupted around Myra, setting her stumbling backward. The force was greater than the heat the weak spell caused.

"Darthiir elg'carress", Myra's thick drow accent had returned. "You and your weak darthiir magics...." Myra lunged forward at Melyanna, swinging at her mercilessly, intent on her death.

Mely reached behind her throwing open the door and her mare came trotting out.

["Miisssstaaaaake" "Uh oh" "The back up plan isn't working, is it?"]

Myra took a guarded step backward and hissed. "Hellspawn does not frighten me."

"Aikanaro ... kill." Mely said dryly, her eyes on Myra.

Myra may have been angry, and her mind may not have been her own, but survival was not ignored. She knew that she could not kill this beast with this sword. Pushing open the doors she sprinted along the front of the building to a nearby alcove. Pulling a shadow around her, she watched in silence as the abyssal nag passed her without notice.

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> Faelen turned to Myra. "He loved you, so I will be there for you whethere I like it or not." > Myra spared only a glance at Faelen before taking a seat. "Do not trouble yourself." > ["I come for the drama. And stay for the hot woment. Woo Hoo!" "Hear Hear!" "Hey we can form our own Mystery Science Theatre"] > "It isn't any trouble. I just don't get you." > "It is. You'd be best to remove yourself from any involvement with me." Myra folded her arms. > "You are stubborn," Faelen commented. "I'll give you that." > "She is Darkness." The Shadow interjected. > "Shut up Skeletor." > [I couldnt decide if that qualified for Peanut Gallery or not.] > "What do you want of me Faelen?" > Alyzia cut in, "To fall at your feet in front of a lich? Thats what most males want of you, isn't it?" > "I offer all that I can to you Myra," Faelen ignored the woman. "An ear, a helping hand, a shoulder." > Myra frowned. "I don't need any of that. None of it." She paced to the other side of the room. > "Twenty gold says he's next." The Shadow nodded at Faelen. > "My bet's on Galahad." Alyzia grinned. > "Good bet," remarked The Shadow. > "I don't need any of that." Myra turned to The Shadow and Alyzia. "And he will not." > "Oh, but he will." The Shadow countered, moving to sit on the stool next to where Myra stood. > Myra turned slowly, and leaned close to The Shadow. "Not for me, he won't." > "Galahad has fallen under your spell. I want to see him suffer." > Alyzia offered some more 'helpful' comments, "Oh c'mon girlie. You know he will. He was ready to go after the skull for you tonight." > Myra glanced over her shoulder, then back to The Shadow. The Shadow nodded to Alyzia's comment. "That he did." > "Then I'll have to fix that." Myra said coldly. > "Can you?" The Shadow challenged. "He will need to cast you from his heart. He cannot." > "There are things that can be done." Myra stood back up, looking out the nearby window. "He will." She smiled sadly. > "Men are drawn to you. And then they die for you." > "The more you push him away, the more he'll pursue, just to find out what's wrong." > "Myra, you're just too gosh darn cute... Galahad won't be able to leave." > ["Its a curse of being a single elf in Tel'Ruid" "I didn't notice that marital status had much to do with that sort of stuff"] > Faelen spoke quietly to Myra. "You should rest, to be ready in case you have to face him again." > "Ah, the next round!" The Shadow, at least, seemed amused. > "Why me." Myra sounded tired. Weary. > "Because of who you are." Faelen offered. > "Because you are touched by Darkness." > "Touched? She embraces it. And it embraces her." > "It is a part of me, yes." Myra acknowledge it. She'd known it for sometime. > Myra paced back to the western window. Mely returned... > Closing her mare, Aikanaro in the back room, Mely started upon Myra quickly. > "Myra? What happened with Trenton... didn't he want you the way you wanted him?" > Myra clenched her fists. > Melyanna tilted her head. "Did he prefer the little girl to you? Perhaps... Pehraps he didn't like... other peoples' discards?" She leaned back against the door. > ["That completely lost me." "You go lost just now?" "Trenton is also known as Mord'sythe points to the program" "Hey! I need one of those!" "Get your own"] > Mely seemed to be trying to get some kind of reaction out of Myra. "Perhaps you weren't woman enough for him Myra?" > [Myra lost connection. "I suspect she finally snapped." "rewinds the soap" "As the Elf Turns"] > Myra gritted her teeth. > ["Well speaking as an evil dude, we prefer young ones. They haven't been corrupted as much. We mold them into what we want them them to be and then move on."] > "What do you want, Mely." > "The truth. Something you aren't willing to give." > "My... relation with Trenton is none of your concern." > "Isn't it? Do you betray the Glade to him... just to sneak into his bed? Or do yo pine for his touch?" > Myra's cheeks flushed, in a blush. > ["Ooh, that was close to the mark"] > "Well Myra? Or is it that he won't let you back into his bed?" > "I was never in his bed." Myra's voice was very low. > "Ah hah! So you didn't get what you wanted." > "That isn't what I wanted." Myra's voice had lowered to a whisper. > "Isn't it?" > "I went to free Azeron from the Affliction he took from <i>you</i>." > Mely flinched at that. "Yes... but you did that because you wanted the power it offered you. You love Trenton, admit it." > Myra glared at Melyanna. Anger, anguish, despair... so many emotions tumbled through Myra at that moment. "Love is... not for me." > "Too close to home?" > "What would you know of love anyway, Mely? How many times <i>have</i> you been married?" > ["Uh oh, here it comes." "The big guns are loaded now" "Uh oh."] > "At least I've been married. What happened to your lovers?" > ["They died, I think we established that."] > "I've only had one," Myra replied quietly. > "One? Let's see... Glorfindle, Ian, Aramir, Trenton... Khell... Q'wellen?" > Myra clenched and unclenched her fists at her sides. Her anger was growing, beyond anything else and again the whispering from Wrath rose in her mind. "Just Glor..." > "Oh, wait... Glor didn't want you either." > ["Damn, low blow!" "!!!" "Oh boy!" "Pass the popcorn"] > Before she could, or even wanted to think about it, Myra was drawing Wrath from where she'd hidden it in her pack. > [The Shadow walks over like Darth Vader or something, "I am your father"] > "He's much happier with Joylah, than he ever was with you Myra!" > Myra stepped forward, her rage blinding and deafening her to all else in the room. Inside she could feel walls breaking down. "You will take that back. Now." > Mely crossed her arms. "I don't believe I will." > "I will gut you where you stand. He loved me. Take it back, now!" > "Try it, and Aikanaro will have you for lunch." > Myra was trembling with rage. > "You weren't elf enough for Glor." > Myra growled, falling into the most basic fighting stance she knew. She stepped close to Mely, putting the sword's blade to her throat. "Take. It. Back." > "N'uma." > "Take it back!!" Myra screamed, as she swung the sword at Melyanna. The sword sliced through Mely's shirt, drawing blood on her arm. But Myra did not stop. She kept swinging, wanting only for Mely to take back her words, or to die with them. > Dodging some of Myra's unpracticed swings, Mely managed to bind her with magic. > Myra hissed, "Darthiir elg'carress!" Her drow accent was thick, and there was no spark of anything that was Myra ten minutes ago in her eyes. > "Now you have drawn blood." Mely looked at her bleeding arm. > Faelen was babbling something, but Myra saw only the darthiir bitch that had tried to bind her with her filthy surface magic! How <i>dare</i> she think to trap Myra so easily! The surface magic fell away from Myra, as she whispered a prayer... Myra took a step around Faelen, not caring who he was at the moment. > "Weak Darthiir magics," Myra hissed, prowling around to Melyanna's side. > "Myra stop!" Faelen implored her. > She hissed at him. "I'll have your tongue too, 'breed! You are not here to help me." > Again Melyanna bound Myra with magic. And again, it fell away quickly. > "Myra, fight the sword!" > "Why should I? What do I have to fight it for?" > "For Q'wellen, if nothing else. Or did he really mean nothing to you?" > ["Q'wellen? Who's Q'wellen?"] > "Why should I listen to you?" Her drow accent was weakening. "None of you know, or care about me." > The Shadow approached Myra. "Myra. Give me the sword. It is obviously too powerful for you to control." > She laughed at him. "It offers me everything I want." > "Or do you enjoy losing control to the Darkness?" His hand was still out, for the sword. > ["You and I both know he's grinning wildly beneath that helm."] > "It can have what is left!" Myra exclaimed. Myra's gaze fixed on Mely. "You'll take back your words or... ah!" > Faelen slapped her hard. Myra growled. > Mely glared back at Myra, "Never. I should simply let Aikanaro have at you." > Myra hissed. The Shadow stepped back out of the way as Myra began to circle Mely again. "Very well. Kill her. It's what you want. You know it. I know it [The crowd behind me knows it. "We -all- know it."] > While Myra was distracted by The Shadow's words and her own internal struggle, Melyanna gathered energy from the ether. > "Vas Ort Flam" The air erupted around Myra, setting her stumbling backward. The force was greater than the heat the weak spell caused. > "Darthiir elg'carress", Myra's thick drow accent had returned. "You and your weak darthiir magics...." Myra lunged forward at Melyanna, swinging at her mercilessly, intent on her death. > Mely reached behind her throwing open the door and her mare came trotting out. > ["Miisssstaaaaake" "Uh oh" "The back up plan isn't working, is it?"] > Myra took a guarded step backward and hissed. "Hellspawn does not frighten me." > "Aikanaro ... kill." Mely said dryly, her eyes on Myra. > Myra may have been angry, and her mind may not have been her own, but survival was not ignored. She knew that she could not kill this beast with this sword. Pushing open the doors she sprinted along the front of the building to a nearby alcove. Pulling a shadow around her, she watched in silence as the abyssal nag passed her without notice.
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