The sun had set at the stables of the one known as Turokko. The finest horses in all the world could be found there, and the stablehands treated the horse thusly. Lucien was one such stablehand; having been newly re-hired, he did take his job quite seriously. But Lucien was the nomadic sort, and knew he wouldn't be here for a very long time, so he might as well do what he could to help while he could. Having lived here before, for most of his childhood, actually, Lucien knew people and places, but they seemed to be growing older and less defined in his life, and he could never live out his true calling here, so he set out to forge his own path. He became renowned for his bardic visions and how well he could play, even if he spoke little. And he wasn't that bad of a swordsman either; sure, he was no grand blademaster, but he could hold his own better then most. But tonight, he wore with his sword, a grand looking lute, who knew his touch as he knew hers. And the night was his. While a smile stood on his face, turning his short, scruffy black facial hair. His blue eyes were even discernable in the light, and his black and silver cape and battle garb bore trim of the same deep blue color. He wore the sturdy black boots one might expect a ranger to wear. It was a while since he had worn the outfit, or played the lute, so on this night, Lucien would kill two birds with one throwing knife. Tonight, he was no stablehand; tonight he was Bard. His feet sought out that old familiar tree as his fingers sought out those familiar strings. The bard took his place sitting against the old oak tree, as his fingers warmed up with a minor scale that had a waterfall sounding cascade effect when he strummed as he did. Then, sighing and breathing deep, Lucien began to sing:

"Forever I have sat,
Under this tree,
It seems to've become
An extension of me.

I have seen the world,
Born and then thriving,
I have seen the people,
Vying, lying & dying.

I have seen Doomsday,
Turning the skies blood red,
I have seen everything,
All there is to see.

Stars streaked the sky,
And I lay on my back,
A smile of regret curved my lips,
As I saw what I could not have.

You, my dear, up there in the night,
You were there through happiness, sadness, fright.
Through burning inside me like fire,
Moon, my dear, you I truly admire.

Maybe there’s others.
Up there in the sky.
Wiser, older,
But I cannot deny;

You are my heart’s delight
Silver sliver in the sky.
I awaken to you when the day is done,
I look to you for company, for calm, for fun.

You may share your light
With the sun, nice and bright;
She contends for my love
But Moon, do not cry!

I will never leave you.
You hear my melodies.
You make me fly, you make me free,
And you're sure a right sight fairer than me.

So here I sit, under your light,
Smiling up, nice and bright,
At seeing my only heart’s delight.
At you, my dear Moon, now kiss me goodnight."

As he finished, he leaned on back, his shaggy black hair caressing the bark softly. His fingers dancing about the instrument, playing out the final melody. His voice was heavenly as was his playing, but he cared not how he sounded, only how he felt doing it. And tonight, his spirit felt finally free.

Nissa flew past the trees and the wind whipping her long hair out behind her and her eyes closed as she trusted her horse ans flew across the land and into the dark yet peaceful forest. As she flew by she heard this wonderful voice and felt the need to start singing herself as all elfs sing very heavenly but she didnt open her mouth instead slowed down her horse to find the sorce and location of the voice. She dashed through the tree until she came to the voice, comeing from a man, no a human man and she sat on her horse with no saddle or harnesses and gazed at him with a perplexed expression, she was shocked to hear a human singing so beautifully.

His eyes closed and his head tossed back, Lucien lost himself in his music. He had no idea what was going on around him as his fingers played what was in his heart. That was what seperated Lucien from all of the other musicians; he played with his heart, and happened to have very fast and nimble fingers that danced across the lute entrancingly. He was about to try some experimental techniques but something in his mind said no, so he just continued to play, his eyes closed and his senses numb.
How long she had been standing there, he had no idea, but she was there sure as rain fell. He hadn't yet discovered her, and he was about to sing again when he opened his eyes. His eyes upon the female elf on her horse who seemingly materialized out of nowhere, Lucien's fingers halted immediately and his mouth hung open for a moment before he shut it and stood up.
"Oh, wow, ma'am, I'm sorry- I didn't know you were there!" he stood up fully before he dropped to a bow, re-strapping his lute to his back.
The night air was just as silent and still, as calm and peaceful as it had been, the soft scents of oak and pine hovering in the still atmosphere.
"If I bothered you in any way please, forgive me, it won't happen again." he told her with a sincere voice. Despite how he was acting, Lucein had a deep voice that was layered with all the confidence in the world. "My name is Lucien, fair lady, might I be of assistance?"
he looked up at her, trying to measure her bearing and what she looked like in general. His breath almost caught, but it didn't. She was very pretty, her beautiful golden colored hair waving at him from behind her shoulders, how long it went, he didn't care. She wasn't overtly tall, or so it appeared from his position; he rose back to his feet. She didn't look older than twenty, and that was pushing it a little bit. He moved around to the side of her horse for no apparent reason.

She watched as he flusstered around and tried hard to stop herself from laughing for the sight of him getting nervous was quit entertaining, she responded in a warm tone, Its ok you are not bothering me in the least, in fact i have been her for many minutes listening to your beautiful music you play very nicely and fast., she slowly got down from her horse and stood at the side, hand resting on the horses back. she looked him up and down and judged him to be no more than 25 and even that was older than his looks, His face was open and warm but was a light shade of red form discovering she was there. She smirked and smiled mechviously, I am Nissa, and as you can probbaly see i am a elf, and i dont need your help i had been riding my horse through the night when i heard your music, and came running over here to listen and discover who produced it, and i am sorry to say i was quit surprised to find that a human could make such beautiful music, but it is nice to meet one,..sir...

Lucien listened intently as she complimented his music with a small smile on her lips. While she spoke, his fingers traced a small pattern on the strings.
He was a fool, a fool to be taken by surprise like that. It would not happen again, he reprimended himself.
She told him her name was Nissa and explained how she had simply been riding through when his music caught her ear, and she rode to find the source.
"I am sorry to say i was quit surprised to find that a human could make such beautiful music, but it is nice to meet one Sir..."
Lucien was unsure whether or not he ought to be offended. She had that genuine elven pomposity that made her believe her race superior to others, it appeared. The bard hated that about people. She complemented his style, and humiliated his blood. He vowed to see where it would go and decided it was time for a pseudonym.
"Lachance, Lucien Lachance." he decided to keep the name of Darkheart to himself, and rather selected the name of a rather infamous, though relatively unheard of from the commonfolk, and long dead Assassin.
"I am a stablehand here, well, for a while at any rate."
That much was true, for the most part. In addition to being a Bard, he was also an Assassin, and never stuck around in one place for very long. He planned on packing it all up and heading back out soon enough, after the deed was finished that was.
"Well, fair maiden Nissa, you have discovered the source of the music, as a Bard it is in my nature to keep you entertained, so if you would like..." he let his voice trail off as he strummed a few chords and played their corresponding minor scales. Lucien preferred the haunting tones of the minor scale to any other. They always seemed so mystical to him, so alluring; and they made his mind think very creative thoughts, which helped when one was in a position such as his where creative means to end lives were often not only useful, but required. It helped to keep ones mind sharp. What he didn't tell the elf was that he hated that she found him. He had little sympathy with others, let alone others who sought to irritate him with their arrogant nature towards others whom they believe to be 'lesser' than themselves. If he wanted to keep himself with a clean reputation, however, it was best to be nice right about now.

Her eyes turned darker with irriation, you think that i am superoir to you? how can you think that i come here by accidient complementing your music and you treat me like this, i dont understand why humans are so arragent towards elves whom have done nothing wrong. She hated it when people treat her like dirt and she hated liars she figured that he was lieing about his name because she knew a man by that name and he was dead and this man is not his son. she turned back to her horse and got on looking at him coldly. I do not want to hear your music sir, for it is not comforting to the ears anymore, she said this with a bit of sarcasim, you are rude and arragent, and ill be surprised if you have anyone in your life that truely care for you, you turn people off. She looked around decideing which way to take and decided north would be best for her. She turned to him one last time and said even colder than before, you had no right judging when you know nothing of me, and the tone i used did not take on the sound that i was better than you or that elves are better the human i believe in good and not to judge others, we are all equal in differnt wayss and you should learn to follow.

There came a sudden, loud roar from the sky. The roar was powerful and terrible, like thunder and lightning and win and rain. And suddenly, from the skies, streaked what seemed at first glance to be a bolt of lightning - but it was not, it was a majestic creature which seemed to shift between a gaseous being and a huge silver dragon. The zephyr dragon, for that was what it was, plummeted towards the ground, lightning crackling about it. And suddenly, there was no dragon, no roaring, for it was replaced with a man of perhaps 20 years screaming as he fell the last ten or fifteen feet into the centre of the not-so-tranquil grove.

She called with her mind her gorilla and the gorilla came crashing throught the trees towards her she looked back once more and walked off with the huge gorilla at her side. She did not usually ride him but on occasion she had to. She onl like him to be by her so he could protect her if she so needed it.

Keros opened his eyes groggily, groaning. "Dragonblood Clan members...here? That's insane..." Keros drew himself to his feet, before noticing the two standing in front of him. Gasping, he grabbed for his weapon. "Friend or foe?"