Jasmine walked through the mountain passages nearly all day. Her feat were tired and her hair frizzy. She was not in a good mood. She has been surprised that nothing has come out to attack her. She was prepared for the worst. She had a few scratches on her legs from the sharp rocks. The load of goods was not even much. Just a few golden apples for the elves. She did not know what the purpose of these apples were, wich was good for had she known she may have been bribed or forced to give them away.

Most people don't think that being a trader is not a dangerous job, though it really is. You must be prepared for the worst. Suppose a pack of warewolves attack you, or a band of thieves ambush you. Things can happen at any moment and they are not always good. She walking along and stopped suddenly when a few rocks tumbled down the side of the pass. She looked up and saw nothing. Maybe it was mountain goat or something, she thought. She kept along her path and stayed to her delivery.

Shynthriir was waiting for this person to get to the right place so that he would have the absolute best position to ambush her. Curse his luck to knock a few rocks nearly on top of her. He quickly hid in the shadows and waited to see what she might do. Nothing. Perfect.

He keep following her from above when she finally got to the right spot. There was no easy way to turn back, the path was too narrow to run. He would get in front of her and keep her from moving that direction to. There was only up and dow-there was only up.

He jumped down and immediatly asked, What do you have with you this day. You know you should be more carefull when traveling with goods. He had dont nothing to threaten her yet, perhaps he could earn her trust and make things a lot easier.

Jahesd had been following Jasmine through out her entire trip. He had been protecting her from attack. Jahesd owed Jasmine a great deal, so he decided to become her guardian. He walked silently some distance away from her and watched her every movement. He was waiting for something to happen. He had one of those feelings. When the rocks had tumbled down the mountain side, he quickly found his hand ready on his staff and about to cast a magic spell. He kept on walking toward Jasmine when she stopped. He was finally a short distance from her, maybe about fifteen feet, when some one had jumped infront of her. He readied his staff when he heard the man's words.

Jasmine was not even surprised when the man jumped out in fron of her. She was more angered than ever. She stopped in her path and glared at the man. "Now what do you want?! I travel for miled and this what I get?! You had better go back up to where you came from and leave me alone. I am not in the mood and I will kill you if I have to!" Jasmine was clearly not in a good mood. She made one step and then stopped. She grabbed the hilt of her katana. She was glad she took those classes on fighting because she was probably going to use what she learned. Her grip of the hilt tightened. She yelled with great anger and almost sounded like a very angry mother about to punish her offspring," Well?!? Are you not going to leave now?"

Jahesd stood back, shocked at how threatening Jasmine was. He had never seen this side of her before. He woulde be afraid for his very life if he had ever chosen to ambush this mysterious girl. He kept an eye on the stranger, waiting to jump in his way if he had tried somethig stupid. He had hoped that this person would not do anything for fear of his life. Jahesd saw that if he did try anything, Jasmine posed a great threat to his life. He was beginning to think that he would not have to interfere with this. Jahesd studied Jasmine and kept an eye on the stranger. He saw that she had been through hell on this trip. He looked at her cut up legs and thought he should heal them later. He would very angry if he had gone what she has gone through. Jahesd looked passed Jasmine and studied the stranger. He looked very familiar to him. He knew he has had to have seen him somewhere before. ! . It was Shynthrir! What is he doing? They had met just a few days ago and Jahesd saw him as a good man. He came up behind Jasmine and yelled to Shynthrir," Shynthrir, what in the world of Imythess are you doing?"

You know you want to rob her, don't deny your true inner feelings. Don't deny the calling from your home the voice rang inside Shynthriir head. The cursed song! He should have cut off his ears for that cused song was quite evil indeed. I will not do it, I am not like my people he tried to talk himself into sense. The mental anguish was all too strong.

It all happened in a city about a week ago. He was in the tavern when this one demonic girl came and started to cause havoc in the town. He tried to fight her, but she pulled out some kind of evil flute and sang such an evil song. It was as if he was possessed, though only on a slight level. He knew it was there, and could fight it, but it was strong, and at the moment, it seemed stronger than he.

Come on, pull out your weapons and kill her, take her goods! the voice tried to convinse her. Shynthriir knew it was wrong, knew that if he didn't' fight this internal struggle with all he could, he would do something he would greatly regret. He clenched his head and dropped to his knees NO! he yelled back to the voice, NO! the word broke the silence in the air.

Jahesd saw that something was clearly wrong with Shynthriir. He ran to him and dropped to his knees beside him. He put a hand on his shoulder and calmed him with his calm emotions spell. Jahesd muttered a few words under his breath and cast the spell. He concentrated on Shynthriir and then looked to Jasmine and called her over. "Jasmine, I need you to look after him while I look for some food and water for him. He should not do any thing to you, I cast calm emotions on him. Please wait here. Jahesd ran back to where his bag was and hurried to get the things he needed. He was throwing things out of his bag he was in such a hurry.

You are a drow, a killer. You can not hide from your own true self, your own true motives. You kill for no other reason than to lick the blood of your enemies, your enemies are everything you see with your eyes! You can not fight the urges! Shynthriir felt that he was laying down on the floor, though he was slipping quickly in this trap of this mental curse.

He felt the touch of a hand on his chest and was barly able to ehar someone cating a spell. He didn't know if he should fear for what was happening or not, though he figured that death would be more preferable than killing many from his lack of mental strength. A feeling filled his body and he seemed able to fight once against the mental force, though he was still not strong enough to fight it fully.

Get up you fool! Kill them all. They are only prolonging your fait you know. I will not kill out of rage! You can not make me. If all I see with my eyes are my enemies, then I will gouge my eyes and then walk the lands with my eyelids covering the empty sockets, I might be drow, but I am Shynthriir!

His physical body twiched with the force that Shynthriir used to push back the metal intusion, still he said nothing more though. He moved not more but the rise and fall of his chest. His eyes were staring at nothing in particular and if you looked closely, you would find them looking perfectly straight.