Raven Life

~Prologue  By Goddess & Highness

This is an unedited version, I'll change the mistakes later.

Sweat streaked through her thick black hair as she watched the eyes of 
the man who sat across from her, she licked her lips slowly to taste the 
last few drops of ale as a new type of liquid was placed in front of 
her.  His straight sombre face showed nothing of the laughing boy whom 
she had remembered from the guild.

Serving his god had set permenant lines in his face, not even his 
glorious eyes, which changed with his mood told her when he wanted 
something for himself.  It was true that the temple of Rannon frowned 
upon breaking celebacy, but why would she dream of him caressing her in 
his arms, holding her to his every passion, why would she see his face 
wet with water come closer to hers and press his lips tightly against 
hers; it was no virgin in her dreams who took away her purity, it was a 
hot blooded lover.

Twisting the dark strands of her hair out of her face, she reached for 
her ninth, or was it tenth?  Cup.  The liquid shone with a brilliance 
only matched when he was talking to his god and the god answered his 
cries.  Her fingers slid around the cup and she gave him a quick smile, 
he was already on his twelth, and his third cup of this liquid, the 
sweet smell filled her lungs as the cool yet burning liquid passed down 
her throat.

She shut her eyes from the impact, nothing that felt so good could be so 
bad, yet, she felt herself sliding under the table.

Palladin my foot, hadn't his father always told him that once a thief 
always a thief.  Besides, Karanya trutsed him so much she hadn't even 
checked the ingrediants of the drink she was letting slid down her sleek 
throat.  Honestly, though, he missed his father, but he hadn't seen the 
stubborn one since he left the country becuase of a sudden fear of 
taking something that looked much to heavy to carry on a head not to 
mention the fact that he joined the highest level band of thieves.

His God had chosen Chidya, an elf, for his only high priestess, so he 
didn't see what was so wrong with elves.  Blessed at the age of 
fourteen, it was not until he had foraged his way through thief, to spy, 
to soldier, that he finally accepted his gift as blessed by an almighty.  
Not that he went willingly though, he had fought his God all the way 
through his eighteeth year, to no avail, his God was more stubborn then 
he was.  Lord God why me, by the time I was nineteen I was already a 
fifth level palladin, before my twentieth birthday I was tenth, is your 
need so great that you can carelessly place such a burden on my 
shoulders.

"We need to set bets." he said in a slightly over drawn voice, giving 
her hope that he was as drunk as she was.

"What type of bets?" she asked wearily, sipping her second cup of the 
golden honey dew.

"If I win, I get to do whatever I want with you."

"And if I win the same to me.  Boy." she clicked her glass to the rim of 
his and drowned her last cup for the evening.  Her eyes suddenly glazed 
over and her body hit the floor with a resounding thunk.  



****If you like what's going on now read on it gets better.  Unlike some 
of my other sotries I do not have to make claims for them.  They're all 
mine.  Murhahahahahah!  Well, almost.  Surin is my character, Karanya:-) 
Ka-ran-yah!, is her highnesses.  I can't say he name.  And well the rest 
sort of pop out.  I would like to say one thing though.  Leanne Sentar 
and Fushigi Kismet, god I hope that's spelt right, are great others and 
if you want to read their fanfiction stories go to 
moonromance.simplenet.com I don't have a net site, you can e-mail 
Plutopia if you want, or if you're really ambitious you can give me a 
yoller at prinser@hotmail.com.  We must remember though, if you talk 
dirty or mean I'll block you!**********