Chandra Eclav
Desert of Pain
The sun was high in the crisp sky above, its rays cascading down onto the bed of sand below. For miles, there was nothing, not even a single sign of life. The Desert of Pain was eerily calm, a veil of death haunting its vast emptiness. The silence was shattered by the dark elf traversing through the sand in no particular direction. It was easy to get lost in The Desert of Pain; it was even easier to die there. The woman sauntered along, her sword's tip dragging behind her as she loosely held it at her side. It was strange for a living thing to be found in The Desert of Pain, let alone for a person to willingly walk into it. Those who found themselves there prayed to find their way back and those who chose to go there were looking for death's hand to take hold of them. Chandra continued to walk through the desert, a slight grin on her face as sweat beaded off of her forehead and down her breasts. She felt strangely at home in a place that claimed so many lives but why had she traveled out there? Abaddon had grown boring, the civilians were spreading rumors about the cradle going missing and their small talk tired her. Though she was curious, was it true? Was the cradle actually missing? The curiosity that consumed her and the boredom she was feeling pushed her out of Abaddon and into The Desert of Pain. If the cradle was missing, the search for it would be the most excitement she would have experienced in a long time.
The woman pressed forward until she noticed a figure emerge from the sand. A boy. The boy from the fight with the golem; Galizur. Children are so irritating... she thought for the second time. Chandra sighed and attempted to walk by him without paying any regard. The dark elf had very little luck, though, Galizur yelled at her as she passed. "HEY! Where do you think you're going, woman! We're in the fucking desert and you're just going to walk by me like that? Do you even know who I am!?" The boy's words sliced through Chandra's ears and she stopped in her place, turning on her heel to face him, Libidine still loosely held at her side. "In fact, I do know who you are. You're that pathetic kid from the golem attack, you know, the one who got snatched up like a useless baby and waited for mommy to save him."
Galizur's face wrinkled with anger, his brows furrowing, his mouth frowning, and his teeth gritting. The boy's hands cupped into a fist as he listened to the woman's words. It was clear that Chandra's poisonous tongue had gotten underneath the boy's skin as he was now pulling himself to a standing position and reaching for a knife on his belt. "What did you say, whore? A pathetic kid, huh? I don't need my mo-" he stopped short, "I don't need Aeriseth for anything and I'm going to prove it..." Galizur began to advance on Chandra, his knife in hand. Had the heat of the desert driven him mad?
Chandra looked at the advancing Galizur with a tired expression, the boy's antics were beginning to bore her more than walking through the desert aimlessly. She sighed heavily, closing her eyes, might as well make the most fun out of this as I can. The dark elf's eyes opened to reveal nothing but a blood red colour entrenching them; the whites to her eyes had disappeared and she clearly looked demonic. Chandra focused on the boy, taking hold of his rage and smiling sadistically as Galizur's quick-paced steps suddenly stopped. The boy now stood there, motionless, as if he was a puppet waiting for his strings to be pulled. Chandra walked slowly toward him, her sword dragging behind her, she stopped just inches away from his face and ran her cheek along his as she studied him. "You see child, there is nothing for you to prove here. You're weak... you're useless. Mother dearest has certainly done a good job at keeping you alive but what are you going to do now that you're out here all alone in the desert with a big bad wolf?" The dark elf laughed softly into his ear, removed her cheek from his and stepped back as she dragged her finger across his neck. Chandra's hand ran down the boy's arm and toward his blade, she dragged her fingers across its cool steel and laughed more loudly this time. "It wouldn't look good if I killed the Envoy's only son, even if she finds you repulsive I'm sure she would still have my head for that. Instead..."
The dark elf looked towards the blade in his hand and took another step back from him, her blood red eyes locked on him. "You'll do it yourself." A sinister smile spread from ear to ear as she focused Galizur's anger toward himself. The boy's eyes filled with panic, he couldn't control his body and an unshakable rage filled every inch of him. Chandra began to laugh, her manic voice echoing through the deserts as she saw the boy's face morph into a frenzied barbarian. Galizur's hand raised the blade to his neck, the cold steel pressed hard against his skin. The laughing grew louder with each breath, more insane with each passing second. The boy's hand swiftly moved across his neck, the cold steel of the blade slicing his carotid artery open. Blood splattered over the desert sands and began to pool as Galizur's body dropped to the ground. Lifeless. Chandra's manic laughter subsided into a small chuckle as she walked toward the boy's body. She knelt down, looking at his face against the hot ground. "You shouldn't have called me a whore."