The Traitor's Daughter- Part 1

((This will be a multi-part RP storyline involving a few characters. It will not be for the faint of heart. :) Enjoy!))

The sun shone brightly in the warm spring air, reflecting brightly from the wares of a fine jewelry vendor in the Bazaar of Silvermoon City. Seluna paused, admiring the sparkle of light coming from the expensive pieces, the diamonds in them drawing her gaze. After she'd paused to eye over the items, she decided that she'd have to come back later to do some additional shopping, she had another task in mind.

Moving past the jeweler's cart, she headed towards the clothier in this part of the Bazaar. House Dawnsea had run into some good fortune thanks to the leadership of Kenzie Dawnsea, and the Dawnsea Manor was being renovated and expanded upon. Seluna wanted to ensure that new wall hangings and drapes were purchased that were pleasing to her tastes, since she would be moving into more lavish quarters within the Manor. She paused before a cart filled with bolts of the finest cloth, picking up the trailing edge of a piece of deep purple embersilk, admiring the quality of the piece.

As she examined the fabric, she happened to glance up, her eyes taking in the passersby as the Bazaar filled with the morning's customers. Many Sin'dorei walked through this part of the city, citizens, guards, and merchants all mingling in the open space, enjoying the morning's sun as they went about their lives. She cared little for any of them, and watched as they continued with their insignificant existences, her eyes barely focusing on any one of them for more than a moment; until she saw a pair walking nearby, hand in hand.

Seluna's eyes widened and her knuckles turned white against the fabric she held as her anger burned hot within her. There, walking through the Bazaar and holding hands with her lover, was Kyliska Sunblade. The Sin'dorei had replaced her armor with a light flowing red dress, and her hair was carefully styled in latest fashions the nobility wore. Her slender hand was held by a handsome looking huntsman with flowing blonde hair, presumably the Sin'dorei named Andissiel Moonblade that Seluna had heard rumor of. She'd heard many other rumors concerning the elf as well.

The sight of the two elves as they paused to exchange a sweet kiss drove Seluna's rage to new heights. She remembered well the traitor's daughter. The Sin'dorei known as Kyliska Sunblade had always been a point of irritation for Seluna. Like her mother before her, it seemed now that Kyliska was destined to betray her people, destined to be with those of Kaldorei blood, destined to continue the legacy of shame that her mother brought to the people of Quel'Thalas.

Her eyes flashed ice blue and she trembled as the force of memory took her, her mind reeling.

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Over one hundred years in the past, a Quel'dorei elf stood holding a pearl handled comb in one hand. She smiled at the reflection in the mirror before her as she looked over the young elf that sat in the chair in front of the mirror. The elf was but a child, her thirteen years of age but a small speck of time compared to the lifetime of a Quel'dorei, and yet she looked so grown up and noble in her fine dress and expensive jewelry.

Selun'athiel's smile deepened as she took her daughter Biar'athiel's hair in her hand, the fine red strands gliding between the teeth of the comb so like her mother's darker red coloring. She stroked her daughter's hair, arranging it as the young girl shifted in her seat, peering at herself in the mirror.

"Mother, do I HAVE to go?" Biar'athiel whined. "I don't want to go to this ball. I don't want to wear this dress; it's SO uncomfortable!"

Selun'athiel shushed her gently as she continued to comb the other's hair, "Yes, you HAVE to go. All of the other Houses are sending their children, and it wouldn't look right if House Dayfire didn't send their own daughter. Besides, what would your father think if he knew you were disobeying his wishes?"

Biar'athiel fidgeted but offered no further complaint as she watched her mother work. Selun'athiel was right of course; Tel'athar would want her to go just for appearances. All of the Houses sent their young children to such events, in part to let them mingle with others of the same lineage, and also to glean secrets from each other. It was part of a game that the nobles played, and their children were pieces on the gameboard at times.

"Besides," Selun'athiel purred, "You might make a few friends there. I want you to pay particular attention to keep an eye out for a young elf named Kyliska Sunblade. The girl is close to your age, and I believe you two will get along splendidly. You can't spend all of your time cooped up within our Spire studying, and making friends like this Kyliska will help you to expand your own social circle. You want to be grown up and powerful like your mother some day, don't you dearest?"

Biar'athiel looked at herself in the mirror with a somewhat sullen expression as her hair was arranged in the latest style of the courts. "Yes mother..."

Selun'athiel nodded as she put the last of Biar'athiel's hair in place; her daughter would be useful in gaining information about Kyliska's mother Sassariel Sunblade. She had known for years now that Sassariel had a dalliance with a Kaldorei her spies and scrying spells having revealed much of what Sassariel had been up to. With Biar'athiel frequenting Sunblade Spire, Selun'athiel knew that she would gain enough evidence one day to have Sassariel punished for her crimes, and House Dayfire would gain much influence in the city, not to mention some of House Sunblades merchant enterprises and wealth. The plan was flawless, and Selun'athiel's daughter was the perfect pawn to set events in motion.

She finished up her work with her daughters hair, and met Biar'athiel's gaze in the mirror, ice blue eyes meeting sea green eyes with a smile. "There, that wasn't so bad was it? Now off you go to the ball! Have a good time, and remember what I said about Kyliska Sunblade."

Biar'athiel nodded happily at her mother, gave her a quick kiss, and scurried from the room, heading for the carriage that would take her to the grand ball. She would meet Kyliska Sunblade that night, the two thirteen year olds hitting it off, becoming fast friends.

Becoming sisters in heart for the rest of their lives.

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Seluna shook with rage. All those years ago, she had set her daughter on the path of friendship with Kyliska. The little nobody had even had the gall to call her daughter by the nickname Biara, and her foolish offspring had happily taken up this name when she'd gained control of House Dayfire. Sassariel had, in a way, won a blow against Seluna in her daughter, and it was not to be tolerated.

The cloth dropped from Seluna's shaking hands, settling back on the pile before her, unnoticed as her cold gaze watched the pair of elves move off through the bazaar. For an agonizing minute, Seluna was not sure if she'd be able to control her anger, the NEED for revenge burning through her. The need to strike Kyliska dead almost overwhelming.

She shook her head. No. Death is too good for you Kyliska. You deserve so much more pain.

Her senses reached out, sensing the pair as they went out of her sight. Sensing the life energy in the two, no three as they headed off.

Three. THREE LIVES.

Kyliska Sunblade was pregnant.

Seluna looked down, watching in alarm as shadows slithered out of the flesh of her hand. She buried it under the cloth in the cart, pretending to look at the material, struggling not to release the pent up rage within her.

The little slut managed to get herself with child, and with a Kaldorei no less. Just like her mother, she is a traitor to Quel'Thalas, and my daughter betrays our lands just by sheltering the lowblood. She's not even properly married to another noble!

Seluna brought her rage under control, the shadows dispersing and her eyes fading to fel green once more. So be it. I see now what my duty must be. Kyliska Sunblade must suffer the same agony that I suffer every day when I look at our beautiful homeland and what's become of it. She must come to know what it means to have the future ruined, and her lover must pay the ultimate price.

Kyliska Sunblade must pay.

Seluna removed her hands from the cloth before her, walking away slowly as she headed back towards Dawnsea Manor. She had much thinking to do.