Passage to Dawn
Six years. Not so long in the lifespan of a drow. And yet- in counting the months, the weeks, the days, the hours- it seemed to me as if I had been away from Mithril Hall a hundred times that number. The place was another lifetime, another way of life, a mere stepping stone to...
To what? To where?
I ride the waves along the sword coast now, the wind and spray in my face. My celing is the rush of clouds and the canopy of stars; my floor, the creaking boards of a swift, well-weathered ship. Beyond that lies the azure blanket, flat and still, heaving and rolling, hissing in the rain and exploding under the fall of a breaching whale.
Is this then, my home?
....... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Drizzt Do'Urden
Copyright 1996 by TSR, Inc. First published in Hardback in 1996. Available in paperback from TSR.
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