The Green Dragon - Part 2

[Arien]

Niamh had been sitting there all night and now in the early hours of the morning she still was, only herself and a few sleepless characters were scattered around the Inn. Niamh looked down into her empty mug, yawned and stood up to get another tea at that moment Mylasia came down the stairs.

"You have been down here since I left you?"
"yes, sorry, I wasn't feeling tired"
"Ok.....let me get something to eat and I will join you"

Niamh took her tea from the bar and sat down, a few minutes later Mylasia joined her.

"We will have to leave soon." said Mylasia looking into Niamh eyes.
"I know, I know" sighed Niamh, then she decided to ask Mylasia, "Why exactly are we running? I have asked you before but you have only told me who from, not why. You tell me I am too young, it is becoming a joke now, you knew when you were my age, please Mylasia tell me"

Mylasia was startled by Niamh's bold question, it was true some how she always avoided telling Niamh what had really happened. She contemplated her thoughts for a few seconds..."Niamh..."

"Please tell, tell me why they killed mother, why father went missing, I am not a child any more, please"

"Ok, I will tell you", Mylasia drew a deep breath, "As you know our mother Vadwati was of the Haradrim, she was a princess, stunning, allowed to rule over her own village, Penal. She was kind and generous to the people in her village and in turn they loved her, and they swore to never betray her. It had been many years since our grandfather Boodoo, a barbaric warlord, had visited our mother for he trusted her and saw no need to.

One day a stranger wondered into the village, badly wounded from battle and near death. The healer healed his wounds and brought him back to full health. He was introduced to our mother, and he praised her for her kindness and said that there was a gross misunderstanding of how the Haradrim lived. Our mother said there was not, she was an exception. The stranger told of where he came from, Rivendell, he was an elf captured in battle and left for slaughter by his enemies in Harad.

Mother and he fell in love, and married without the consent of mothers father and our father gave up his immortality for her.

Now they lived happily and had two children, you and I. The village was remote and everyone promised not to tell Boodoo, for they also feared for their lives. But there was a traitor in the village, and they went and told Boodoo, he came and slew everyone in the village, and our mother. He said she had betrayed him and that, no child of his would ever love the enemy especially one that didnt not worship the dark lord.

While this was going on our father was leading us to the North, us upon Roman and him upon Fibro, he lead us to the boarders of Harad then he left us. He told me to take care of you and to keep riding, never to stop for more than 2 days.

And we havn't"

"wow, I never knew" said Niamh, in pure shock. "So why are we being chased"

"Boodoo, doesn't want us alive. We are a memory of his sinful daughter. He loves to kill. Loves it. He sends more assains to kill us and the price gets higher for our heads. Everday. You would think that we would be left a lone, but no he really hates us."

Niamh sat back, her poor mother, how....could her grandfather do that.......where was her father?