Escape for real!

So maybe it's not a proper escape... I was chained down entirely too securely and was starting to think I'd never get away. Then Valkryn came in and told me that Gia didn't want me anymore. You know, normally I'd have been happy, but for some reason that really hurt.

Gia thought that I could be of use to her, she wanted to keep me alive. Granted her only intention was to make me a slave to her, but she believed in me, in some strange drowish way. And I felt bad for betraying that trust. I'll have to make it up to her one day. Or maybe I should stab her instead, it's a bit confusing.

Valkryn was really mad, and before he let me go he jabbered about how cool his knife was and how much it was going to hurt when he cut me. Oh man give me a break! I've heard lines like that from everyone I fought. It did hurt a lot though. A whole lot. It took everything I had to keep from crying out.

He sent me off, but into the underdark instead of to my tower. I was weakened from the blood loss and my attempt at escape before. When I knew I was alone I cried. THe pain from the wound, Gia's rejection, and not knowing what had happened to Alais, it was all too much. If I had given into despair I would have grown louder until I attracted something evil.

My only chance would be to make it to water and nurse myself back to health until I could summon the energy to cast or call for help. I reached a small underground stream and drank, but I saw something reflected in the water. It was Bane, I remember his face even so many years later from the battle at Uruastir in his high temple.

He insulted me, called me a weakling, so many things to goad me into asking his help, but I refused. I fell into the river as I tried to wave him away. I remember how cold that water was that never was touched by light. When I crawled back out he was there again, offering me a blankie. It looked really warm, and blankies can't hurt anyone...

I watched him for a while. He was looking after me for some odd reason. Maybe he's not all that bad for an evil god. I mean, everyone can change, right? We ate a bit and he scared off all the creatures that wanted to harm me, and then healed most of my wounds. He wanted to attack a group of drow nearby but I was too tired and he told me to go home and sleep.

He disappeared when I heard another voice, this one even more familiar. It was Jasmyn, my adopted mother. She'd come to rescue me. I was more or less fine except for a scab on my shoulder, but I was still glad for her help. She took me back to Dragonshire and fed me, and just after that I got tired and put my blankie on and fell asleep.