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Killisar stood in the tunnel, staring at the Do'Urden house. It was in an uproar, gathering a search and kill party.
Killisar sighed as he felt tears come to his eyes. His only friend, his father, was dead. And it was all because of him. He turned and ran into the tunnels.

67 years later

Dinin stared at Briza, frowning. He moved his fingers in the Stealth comunication and waited for her reply. She just rolled her eyes at his cowardice and snuck ahead.
Killisar was only a little up ahead. Little did they know, he was almost a hundred time stronger. And he had something they didn't. He had an understanding of the Underdark. And what else they didn't know was that he knew they were coming, and was waiting for them.
Dinin sighed silently and followed, his elite drow following silently also.
Killisar leaned against the ledge over top of them, smiling at their attempt to beat him here. He got up and ran down the tunnel, making not a single sound. He would relish the chance to kill his father's murderer, Dinin. It had been his sword, so he was just as much as fault as Malice.
Dinin pulled out his sword in silence and saw Briza do the same.
Killisar stood at the bottom of the massive pile of rocks he was about to send down on them. He waited for them to get into place, then pushed, sending all the rocks down on them.
Dinin yelped as one slammed into him, and he heard Briza grunt as three hit her. The elite drow got the most of it, being knocked over and into pits and traps Killisar had set.
It was soon only Dinin, Briza, and four elites.
Killisar smiled a toothed grin. He pulled out his sword and jumped down from his hiding place to walk behind them. No one noticed him for a moment, then an elite yelped at the site of him and immediately was silenced by Killisar's sword. The next three were thrown at the fet of Briza.
"Nice to see ya, siblings." He said with pure mock. Briza growled and pulled out her whip. She snapped it at him and he quickly stepped the side and slashed the heads off with both swords. She stared at it in disbelief, then ran at him with her sword. Dinin did the same, yet a little reluctant.
Killisar raised one sword and blocked Briza's attack, while doing the same with the other but blocking Dinin's.
He kicked Dinin away, then slashed at Briza with his other sword. He twisted his sword around Briza's, then snipped off three fingers, watching the sword fall to the ground. She shrieked in pain and he immediately kicked her in the gut. ((Briza had not yet been trained to fight fully)) Dinin saw the fingers, then began to back away. ((neither was he))
Killisar charged him. Dinin brought his sword up and blocked on hit, but was slashed in the side with Kill's other sword, then again on the other side with the same sword.
"Die you fool." Killisar whispered in fury as he drove his sword into Dinin's stomach. He missed the organs, but did not know that. Dinin fell back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Briza stared at her fingers, then at Dinin. Killisar stared at her. "You go back and tell Malice that I am not coming back, neither will I be killed. I am always to be a thorn in her side. Tell her that I will come one day, and I will kill her for what she did to Zak. Tell her Briza, or else I will show up and she will not know. And then you both will die." He said, then disappeared into the shadows immediately.
Briza hurried over to Dinin and picked him up, then went back to Menzoberranzan to tell Malice the message.

3 years later

Killisar slipped into the last tunnel, looking at the brilliant thriving dead city. He saw the Do'Urden household and smirked. Suddenly, he saw it. It was in rubble, destroyed. So was the rest of the city. Bodies littered the ground around him. Fresh fire was burning on buildings and bodies. His eyes went wide with shock. He looked up and saw dozens of dragons flying around, laughing at the destruction and talking to each other.
Killisar slipped through the shadows toward the rubbled heap. He heard something and pulled stones aside. He suddenly saw a hand. He tore rocks and bricks off and finally saw Dinin's complete body.
"So you're alive." He whispered to himself. He wanted to kill him right there, but the thought of him being the only drow left drove him to help Dinin up and help him toward the massive hole the dragons had made to get in here.
Dinin suddenly punched him in the gut. Killisar immediately dropped himand growled angrily. He immedaitely brought out his swords as Dinin brought out his. Dinin's sword was bent so he threw it aside and ran at Killisar. Killisar easily stepped to the side, then brought his elbow down on Dinin's neck, then slid his foot against Dinin's and tripped him up.
Dinin fell to the ground. Killisar sighed and helped him up, Dinin being too weak to actually do anything against it.
Killisar walked over to the massive pile of rubble that led up to the hole that led to the surface.
His eyes burned and his skin tingled as the sun surrouned both of them with its light.
Kill set Dinin down by the edge once they were up and looked down at the destroyed city.
"Dinin, I will avenge the death of drow and kill all the dragons." He growled, more to himself than to Dinin. Dinin laughed.
"Good luck with that, Killisar. Don't you think we tried to stop them? Even the elite couldn't get down two of them."
"You foget that I have taken down twenty of your 'elite' in less than a minute." Killisar pointed out smugly. Dinin rolled his eyes and closed them, exhausted. He hated the fact that Killisar had saved him.
Killisar sighed and helped Dinin up again. Dinin angrily pushed him away and walked into the trees stubbornly, not wanting Kilisar to help him any more. Killisar watched him go with a smile, then turned and walked the oposite direction. He sighed and looked around at the different paths, shielded from the sun by the trees. He loved the shade, it giving his eyes a rest. But he missed the tingling on his skin that the sun had put on it. He snickered and suddenly jumped happily and spun around in circles in happiness. Immature moment was soon gone, and he ran through the trees, happy to finally be rid of that place.