Sorry.  messed up on the author's note.


Vandal Hearts, Restless Souls
A Baldur's Gate fanfic written by DJGeek.

Baldur's Gate is owned by Bioware.


Author's note:
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I remember much about the romances in BGII.  
However, I do not agree with the options you have.
For instance, Jahiera acts like a bitch most of the
time, and no way would I want to date with a lady
that is eager to dump and forget her dead husband.
Viconia is one psychotic dominatrix, so she's 
marked off the list, and Aerie is just too whiny.
Now Imoen would make a logical choice for a
romance.  Why?  She's the protagonist's BEST
friend, a little whiny but does not hesitate to go into the
front lines, and she's experienced the worst with
her brother and becomes stronger from it.

Now that's a romance.

But before you guy start saying stuff like I'm a
sick bastard or "Eww!  They're both brother and
sister!", think a bit logically here.  Albeit they were
both Bhaalspawns, but they were born from
different origins.  They come from different
mothers, so nothing wrong might not happen
after they concieve, and besides, the Bhaalspawn
is just the essence of their soul.  


But alas... enjoy the short prologue!

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Prologue - The Dream
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"Imoen... Imoen...  Come to me..."


	Imoen opened her eyes, only to find herself
in some iron, gilded cage.  She was nowhere in her
bed, but trapped in some dark nightmare.

"Please no... no more... "

	"Imoen," said a soft but cold voice from the
darkness.  The voice was all but too familiar.

	Imoen took a look at herself.  She was 
naked from her head to her feet.  The entrapped
girl tried to cover her own modesty while getting 
paranoid about what was going to happen to her.

"Imoen...  Imoen...  You are mine..."

	"NO!  I'm not!  Go away!"  Imoen yelled 
loudly in hope that the intruder of her mind would 
go away.  She covered her ears and eyes to blank 
out everything.  Imoen hoped that when she 
opened her eyes, everything will become normal 
again, and she will be back in her bed.

	When she opened her eyes, she found
herself tied to a pedestal.  In front of her was the
face of Jon Irenicus, partially covered in darkness.

	"Imoen.  You are mine," said Irenicus
unemotionally.

"No!  Go away!  You're dead!  Go away!"

"No."

	Imoen felt her left cheek struck.  Pain
stung her, physically and emotionally.  She was
such in absolute hurt and shame.

"You love me," said the souless mage.

"No!"

*WHAP!*

"Love me."

No, go to Hell!"

*WHAP!*  *WHAP!*

	The thief-mage girl felt tears coming out
her eyes.  She had lost all hope, and was full of
pain and embarrassment.  Oh, Imoen wished 
her brother was here.  To save and spirit her
away from this dark, evil room.  As Imoen felt
Irenicus' cold fingers on her body...

"IRENICUS!"

Suddenly, her wish was answered.

	Imoen couldn't see the ongoing battle, 
but there were grunts and battlecries, clashing of 
steel against steel, and the fiery blow of magic.
It happened for a long time; she was too exhausted
to pay attention.  But then, the girl felt her bonds 
loosen and her back picked up from the pedestal.
Imoen's vision was at first blurry, but soon became
focused on a face...

The face of her brother.

	That face of her companionship, of hope,
and of love.  The rugged, black hair, the dark, blue
eyes that reached into her soul, and that smile of
gladness.

	"Imoen," whispered her brother.  Imoen
could see tears of happiness falling from his eyes.

"I'm so glad you're still alive sister.  I'm so glad."

"Oh, Locke..."

	Locke hugged her tightly to show his
happiness to see her still alive, and that he was
not too late.

	As soon as the hug faded, Imoen looked
into his eyes once more, and to his lips.  His lips
were so innocent, never having kissed a girl.  She
would be the girl to touch his lips.

	"Ah Imoen," said Locke.  He was so glad
that his sister was still alive, but they needed to
get out of this place.  Plus, she was kind of acting
funny.  Bah, he never understand girls.

	"We need to get out of here, as soon as 
we mmmph!"

	Imoen drank long and deep from the 
kiss.  It was a beautiful thing, and she relished
the hot taste on her man's lips.  She looked at
Locke once more again.  He was giving off a face
of shock, but she didn't care.  All the girl cared for
were those eyes... fainting towards bliss...

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	Imoen rapidly woke up from the strange
dream.  Her sheets were all messed up, and the
rays of light that was shining through the window
were hurting her eyes.  She thought back on her
dream, and when she remembered that part
about her kissing Locke, all she said was...

"Oh, my."
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