Jackal Among Snakes

Onychinusa looked upon the older dryad after she made her offer and said, “I agreed to help, but I don’t know what it is you’re asking of me.”

The mother dryad stepped up to Onychinusa, staring her eye to eye. “I cannot fault you for that. The circumstances of your birth were very strange, and so you cannot be expected to know what I speak of.” She held her hands out magnanimously, then continued, “I humbly plead that you reconnect with your lineage, learn of your people, and help us just as your ancestors once did.”

As Anneliese watched this exchange, repressed desire seemed to explode outwards from Onychinusa at that moment. The dryad’s request was something that she’d thought about herself many times before, yet the ancient elf had never been allowed—or perhaps never allowed herself—to explore it. When confronted with it directly, the emotionally inexperienced woman became a storm of uncertainty and curiosity.

A storm that Anneliese was more than happy to intensify.

“You should definitely do it,” Anneliese encouraged immediately, much of her initial purpose in coming here put to the wayside. She moved the Brumesingers aside.

“I don’t... I can’t...” Onychinusa edged backwards, “There are other considerations, and I...”

“I know that you are tied to Erlebnis. In the end, it matters not,” the dryad shook her head, dark eyes uncompromisingly kind. “Your parents, though entrapped, thought to preserve you... and by preserving you, preserve everything they held dear.”

Onychinusa stared for a few moments, coming to grips with what the dryad said. “...in the end, it matters not? That’s a fitting thing to say. I never knew them. I cannot remember them. Every year of my life, they were already dead.”

“You were never told of them? You never had that question answered?” Anneliese probed.

“I know...!” Onychinusa whipped her head to glare at Anneliese, then took a deep breath. “I know what you’re doing.”

Anneliese only tilted her head innocently.

“The children... my children...” the dryad turned her body, looking out at them as the played loudly in the distant reaches of the clearing. “So long ago, they were so few. No more than five. But as the years passed, I made more and more, as I was instructed to so long ago by your kin. Hide away, they told me... hide away, and prepare for the return of our brood. They thought that one day, the troubles would be over... and even were that not the case, their legacy would be preserved, to be reborn.”

Anneliese watched as Onychinusa was assailed by tremendous guilt. But soon enough, the elf felt confusion in equal measure as though this feeling was entirely new to her. Perhaps it was—Anneliese supposed there was seldom an opportunity for Onychinusa to feel like she’d wronged Erlebnis enough to feel guilty.

The dryad turned her head away from the children. “You must forgive me, but I have promised my children for so long that you would come back. Could you please, at the very least... indulge them for a time? They have practiced for centuries how best to serve you... or someone like you. Could you allow them that?”

Onychinusa looked quite trepidatious, and she offered no verbal answer. After a time of debating with herself, she abruptly stormed off towards the playing dryad children, almost as though to give them a piece of her mind.

“I am feeling a sense of what you might call irony,” the dryad said to Anneliese, turning her head away. “It was a slave rebellion that marked the end of their empire. Now the last of them returns nearly a thousand years later... as a slave that does not know it.”

bitter sadness to them that made it clear it was not meant as such. She questioned gently,

intimately understand the origins of all that we lay eyes upon,

thousand questions to ask, but at the moment she felt like there was something more important. Ahead, Onychinusa reluctantly engaged with the dryad children, pushing past her unease to let them act. As she watched, Anneliese asked, “Do

cannot spread beyond these ruins without her. And I believe, perhaps with few exceptions, that the whole

Kirel Qircassia did,”

have taken in much that will harm them, but we can cure it if given the

first of the dryads dared to approach Onychinusa. It began to fit her hands with rings of purple

with red eyes... I treat them kindly, but they were once slaves. The centaurs were once slaves, and the humans on this continent were once slaves. They have all

elves in the Bloodwoods... aren’t

but they were still servants. The elves sought to assume the position of overlord, but the centaurs’ betrayal during their mutual rebellion put an end to that ambition. No doubt Erlebnis had some

elves...

their downfall very delicately,” the dryad said calmly. “Give slaves faith in despair... give them knowledge where it is needed, and power where it is wanted...he caused disaster in disastrous places, and by the end of it all harvested Onychinusa’s ancestors like wheat. He took the knowledge he wanted, hoarding it, and left the victors

hate Erlebnis,” Anneliese took

dryad turned her head, surprised. “Well... yes. Yes, I do. When someone knows your loyalty is assured, they trust you, and treat you very kindly. Naysayers claim it could be likened to the relationship between dogs and mortals, but… whatever the case, our masters

came down. And furthermore, what Erlebnis was attempting with Argrave was not his first instance of such a behavior. Perhaps just as the empire of the ancient elves had died,

asked, “The man that was

dryad shook her head, then looked out across the clearing.

just by looking on him that things had not gone as he

a question with her eyes

huge damn hole.” His eyes scanned the place around, not elaborating further. When he spotted something, he gestured. “There, see? That big hole. You can see it. You

minute,” Anneliese said, taking his arm and leading him

the dryad as he might an old friend.

library is teleportation with shamanic magic... and that’s sort of the point for coming here.” Argrave looked to where Onychinusa engaged with the druids, the frustration written on his face. Around everyone else he was guarded, but before her Argrave was always true. “We’ll need to get her help, somehow.

began hopefully. “I don’t think we should

eyes. “Can you think of another way to get the spirits for the shamanic magic? She has spirits. We need spirits. We have to steal them,” he went down the

all Kirel Qircassia has done,” Anneliese explained. “They want to expand their sphere of influence, and help Onychinusa reconnect with

you not to get close...” He rubbed the bridge of his nose in stress, then shook his head. “I just... I don’t see how this can work out. We can show her a DNA test, tell her all about her parents and how badly she’s being treated... but damn it, she was raised for well over nine hundred years by Erlebnis. Do you think she’s able

his words rang true. But something flared in her, and she argued, “I am certain only of the fact that she will never escape his ownership if we prove Erlebnis

could see Argrave had tremendous doubt about this whole idea... but in the end, his trust in her was so absolute he asked only, “What’s