Welcome again to my WoW induced insanity :) I'm having far too much fun doing this, I know. But, hopefully, it's equally as fun for you to read :D ok yea yea yea ill get on with it.'
WEED cause it always existed
A sudden, loud racket shook the Black temple with shouts, sword clashes, and snarls, causing Silver to cats a look of concern to Illidan. He said nothing, simply rose and started for the commotion, Silver tagging along behind in curiosity. Illidan let out a low snarl as soon as he could clearly see what all the commotion was about. Death Knights. Lots of them.
The temple's guardians were attempting wildly to fight them off, though the knights seemed only to be holding their ground. As if they weren't attempting to cause any real harm. A bit curious, himself, Illidan called off the guards, who reluctantly obeyed. The Death Knights stopped, as well, simply looking up to Illidan and Silver on the balcony a story above. Then, drawn by an investigative nature, a short, young night elf with snow white eyes and bright green eyes came bolting down the stairs. A shock of fear ran through Silver's heart as the knights took stance and bared their weapons, having the impression the small girl was sent out as a distraction for something much more.
"Hey!" Came a familiar growl, and the death knights immediately backed down as the Lich King stepped forward, looking to the night elf as she looked up at him in wonder. "Where's your father?" The girl took a moment, glancing back to Silver for a brief moment.
"Upstairs." She replied.
"Will you take me to see him?" He asked. She nodded, then turned and began up the stairs, the King following after ordering the knights to stay put. The night elf lead him up the long staircase, down a few hallways, and to a large door without a word. She gave a knock, then pushed it open. Drakkon stood near a balcony, raising a brow to his daughter as she peeked in.
"Daddy, there's a man here to see you." She said, then pushed the door open further. There was no hiding the surprise Drakkon's face when he saw his father standing in the doorway. Inside the Black Temple at all.
"What are you doing here?" Drakkon asked after his initial moment of shock.
"I came to talk to you, obviously." The King said as he stepped into the room and moved past Drakkon to stand on the balcony. Drakkon took a moment to think, then looked to his daughter.
"Valeah, why don't you go sit with Aunt Silver for a while, ok?" Valeah, after another curious glance to the King, nodded obediently and left the room, closing the door behind her.
"Your mother is worried." The King said. Drakkon said nothing. He had already assumed this, considering he hadn't been back to the citadel in nearly 7 years.
"I'm fine."
"No you're not." The King said, earning a glance from Drakkon.
"Alright.. But she doesn't have to know that." He sighed.
"You know she wouldn't want you living this way." The King said. Drakkon flinched. They weren't talking about his mother anymore. "And Valeah."
"Val is fine." Drakkon defended. "If you came here to criticize the way I'm raising-"
"I didn't." The King interrupted. "I came here to bring you back to the Citadel."
"I don't want to go back."
"It's been 8 years."
"I can't go back." Drakkon corrected himself. "I would rather be as far away as possible. Hence living in another realm." They stood for a while in silence, looking over the balcony at the charred land below. What broke the silence was Drakkon's curiosity."When you cut out your heart.. It was because of Proudmoore, right?" Drakkon asked cautiously, looking to the King. He stood still for a moment, then gave a small nod. "Did it help?"
"No." The King spoke. "If anything, it got worse." Drakkon said nothing, only returned his gaze over the balcony. "Enough of this. You need to come back with me."
"And why is it so important that I come back now?" He sighed.
"Because it's too difficult to induct a new king if he isn't present." At the King's answer, Drakkon immediately looked over to him.
"..What?"
"You heard me." The King said. "Though, if you're sure you can't return, I'm sure Wolfe-"
"No!" Drakkon interrupted, standing straight. "I'll.. Are you serious?" The King nodded. "I'll go get Val and-" Drakkon began as he headed for the door.
"Drakkonus." The King spoke, earning his son's attention. "This is a big responsibility. You're sure you want this?"
"I doubt if I've ever wanted anything more." Drakkon said.
"Get Valeah, say goodbye to your sister, and meet me out front." The King instructed, and Drakkon nodded.
Drakkon didn't have much to gather. In fact, he had nothing, it was simply a few things of Valeah's. Thankfully, the girl wasn't very materialistic and it took only minutes to collect her things into a bag, sling it over his shoulder, and head out the door. Silver and Illidan hadn't moved from their original places when the death knights had barged in, even though they were gone from the temple, then. Silver, however, had crouched down to Valeah's level as they spoke. When the three noticed Drakkon approaching, they gave him their attention.
"That was your dad?" Valeah spoke up first, and Drakkon nodded. At this, Valeah gave a quick look to Silver, as if surprised to find out she hadn't lied.
"What's going on?" Silver asked.
"Val and I are going back to the Citadel." Drakkon announced, and Valeah's shocked look turned back to her father.
"We're leaving?" She gasped. "When?"
"Now."
"But.." Valeah paused. "I can come back to visit, right?" She asked, looking from her father, to Silver, then to Illidan. "Please?"
"Of course you can." Illidan nodded, and a smile graced the young Night Elf's face.
"So.. Wait.." Silver began. "I thought you didn't want to go back."
"I didn't. But things have changed." Drakkon said. "Apperantly, I'm going to be the new king."
"What?" Silver rose both brows in shock. "That's what dad said?" Drakkon nodded.
"We've got to get going." Drakkon said. "Once I am king, you're welcome at the Citadel whenever you'd like. Both of you." Silver smiled with a nod, then suddenly rushed foreward and wrapped her arms around her brother in a tight hug.
"Oh, I'll miss you!" She exclaimed.
"Yeah.." Drakkon struggled, giving her a pat on the back. "Alright.. Silver..." She didn't let go. "Silver.." He tried. "Alright, enough, Silver. You know how I feel about this crap." At this, Silver chuckled and finally released him.
"Sorry." She smiled.
"Yeah, well... See you later. Come on, Val." He motioned for Valeah to follow as he turned and began down the staircase. After a quick hug for her aunt and uncle, she followed after. As they left the temple, they were met by a large gathering of death knights. Apparently, the King had been expecting more of a fight. As he saw them approaching, he lifted his hand to summon a large, smokey and swirling death gate back to the Citadel that the knights began to file through quite gladly. Valeah was the only one to hesitate, and grabbed a hold of Drakkon's hand before going through with him.
"Oh, Drakkon, honey!" Nyteshayde's voice erupted as she bolted forward and pulling him into a somewhat possessive hug.
"Hey, mum." Drakkon said. Surprisingly enough, she was more understanding than Silver had been, and released him much quicker.
"How have you been? Are you alright?" She tried.
"I'm fine." Drakkon nodded, and Nyteshayde's gaze fell to Valeah, who was gazing around the room in awe. Then, Nyteshayde bent down and hugged her, too. At this, Valeah quickly looked to her father in question. "This is your grandmother." He announced.
"Oh!" Valeah giggled, returning Nyteshayde's hug. "Hi!"
"So.." Drakkon said after a short while, gaining Nyteshayde's attention as she released Valeah. "You put him up to this, right?"
"Actually.." Nyteshayde began as she stood straight. "He's been talking about it for the past year. It took a few months to inform the council, make arrangements, and all that.. But it was completely his idea. Honestly, do you think I would be able to talk him into something like this?" She rose a brow. "He said you needed something to motivate you."
"Will you two still be in the Citadel?" Drakkon asked.
"We'll be around from time to time." She nodded. "But we'll be staying in.. Well, its rather like a floating stronghold."
"Drak?" Wolfe's voice rose from behind them as he approached. He was met by a slight glare from his brother. "I wasn't sure if you would actually come back."
"Shame I ruined your plans. " Drakkon muttered.
"No, no.. I.. Listen, I'm sorry for what I said about Jaimee..."
"What did he say about my mum?" Valeah spoke up, and Drakkon gave Wolfe a pointed look. Wolfe clearly struggled as he looked from Drakkon to Valeah.
"It was nothing, Val." Drakkon assured, gaining her attention. "It's in the past." He added, looking back to Wolfe, who gave a slight smile at Drakkon's subtle way of forgiving him. "This is your uncle Wolfe." Drakkon said to Valeah, who still looked a bit puzzled. She gave a slight wave, and Wolfe gave a nod back in greeting.
"Well, someone else was excited to see you." Wolfe said, motioning someone over.
"I'm glad you came back." Tonik said as she approached. "Congratulations, by the way. I know this is something you've been looking forward to."
"Am I related to her, too?" Valeah asked.
"No, I'm just an old friend of your dad's." Tonik answered with a small smile. "You look a lot like your mum. She was a very beautiful woman, so that's a compliment." Tonik winked, and Valeah smiled.
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Valeah." Nyteshayde said, catching her attention. "Would you like me to show you your new room? It's a nice big one." Valeah nodded eagerly, taking Nyteshayde's hand as the two heded off down the hallway.
"So, how are you?" Tonik tried.
"Better then I have been, I suppose." Drakkon shrugged.
"We should get going. Dad sent me to bring you to his study." Wolfe said.
"Oh, I'll see you around, then." Tonik said, and Drakkon gave a nod before heading out of the room.
"It's about time." The King muttered as Wolfe and Drakkon entered the study. Wolfe leisurely plopped himself into a chair, and Drakkon stood. "You've got a few things to sort out. Council seats, department heads.. The works."
"I thought he would just kind of.. Be in charge of everything." Wolfe jumped in, raising a brow.
"This is why he chose me instead of you." Drakkon teased, and Wolfe narrowed his eyes.
"Wolfe, if you're going to be a distraction you can leave." The King said.
"I'll be good." Wolfe sighed, resting back in the chair.
"First of all, the most important job, head of army and security." The King continued with business, and Wolfe sat up in his chair again, casting a hopeful smile to Drakkon.
"You expect me to put my safety in your hands?" Drakkon asked, and Wolfe gave a confident nod.
"Out." The King ordered, and Wolfe gave a sigh as he stood and left the room. After the door closed, the King looked back to Drakkon for an answer.
"Wolfe can have it." He said, and a cheer sounded from the hall outside.
"Top knight?"
"I haven't been here for a while.." Drakkon struggled. "Tonik" He decided.
"Head of fleshwerks."
"Can that be me?" The King shook his head no. "Alright.. Putricide can keep it, then." They continued the list until all spots had been filled and all council chairs elected. Finally, after meeting with the council, visiting various bases, and after he'd been informed of current situations, threats, and advantages, he was given the throne and, along with it, Frostmourne. Interestingly enough it seemed the one thing that his father had difficulty parting with, and had saved for last. With everything in order, Arthas and Nyteshayde retreated to the floating base outside the Citadel and everything rested on Drakkon. It was a bit much to take in at once, and he simply sat in the study, his study, for a while. Valeah had gone with Nyteshayde to visit and explore, Wolfe was enjoying his new power, having the knights run grueling drills, and he was alone. A knock sounded at the door that snapped him out of his thoughts, and he was thrown into the reality that at any moment, a knock at the door could mean the fate of the Citadel rested in his decision.
"..Yes?" He asked cautiously. He breathed a sigh of relief when it was Tonik who entered. The look on her face told him that she could hear the stress in his voice, and therefore he allowed himself to look as overwhelmed as he felt, at that moment.
"Are you alright?" She asked, taking a seat across from him.
"Have you come to inform me that something is under attack, someone is dead, or something is about to be under attack or dead?" He asked.
"No." She replied, raising a brow.
"Then I'm fine."
"Don't tell me all the new power is scaring you? You arent afraid of anything."
"I'm not afraid." He assured. "Stressed, overwhelmed... those are the words you might be looking for."
"You'll do fine." She smiled. "You've pretty much trained for this your entire life. Relax." He gave her a look as if to say her suggestion was impossible, and she snickered. Then, a look of realization came over her and she rummaged through the small bag she had tied to her belt. From it, she produced a pipe and bag of crushed herbs. "I discovered this while I was in Sholozar basin." She announced. "I promise it'll calm you down." She untied the bag and packed the pipe with the herbs before handing it to him. He gave her a slightly suspicious look, then Produced a small fire spell to light it. He had smoked tobacco before, and prepared himself for something similar. As soon as he took his first puff, however, his lungs contracted with involuntary coughing and he sat up in his chair.
"What the hell!" He shouted in between coughs. Tonik was beside herself with laughter, and took the pipe before Drakkon could drop it, taking her own hit.
"Packs quite a kick, I know." She said, still laughing as Drakkon continued to cough. "It gets better. Here, want to try again?"
"Why would I want to try again?"He asked, looking at her as though she was insane.
"Trust me." Drakkon gave her a pointed look, and she shrugged it off. "Alright.. It will make you feel better though. Besides, if it was dangerous, I wouldn't be taking any now, would I?" She asked, taking another puff as if to prove her point, then holding the pipe out to him. After a moment of hesitation, he took it. He prepared himself, then took another hit, following Tonik's lead and holding it in his lungs for a bit before exhaling. He still had the urge to cough, but it wasn't nearly as bad as his unprepared, first puff had been. "See?" She smiled. "So, where have you been all this time?" She asked as Drakkon took another hit and handed the pipe back to her.
"Outlands." He answered. "With Silver."
"Were you doing alright out there? I mean, raising a kid on your own and all. Not that she didn't turn out to be a sweetheart, mind you."
"It was fine, for the most part." He nodded. "What about you? I hope you're still a good death knight because I appointed you their leader earlier." He said, taking the pipe back to draw a few more puffs. He felt more relaxed, for sure. A bit dizzy and slightly tired as well, though, in a good way.
"Really?" She asked, and he found himself slightly startled as he remembered she was still there.
"What is this?" He asked as he held out the pipe.
"Like I said, I'm not sure. It's nice though, right?" Drakkon gave a nod. "Thank you." She added. "For making me lead death knight." He nodded again. "I'm glad you're back. It's better when you're here." She glanced up at him. He was resting back in his chair, head down, looking as though he was about to fall asleep. With a smirk, she got to her feet and moved around the desk and behind his chair, bravely reaching out and rubbing his shoulders. He didn't stop her, and she continued her massage with a wider smile. He felt tense, despite the pipe they'd just smoked, and he gave a groan as she worked at his muscles, eventually moving forward to lean on the desk and allow her more room to work. Eventually, she coaxed him to sit back again and moved around to sit on his lap. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his as she ran a hand over his chest. As he slowly returned the kiss, she pressed against him, moving her hand to the side of his neck and using her other one to guide one of his to her waist. She broke the kiss to trail more over his jawbone and down his neck. It was then that Drakkon finally realized exactly what was happening, and moved Tonik off or him.
"You should leave." He said.
"But.." She struggled.
"Tonik. Now. " She didn't move, and Drakkon rose to his feet, taking her by the arm and leading her to the door. She quickly spun, however, to look at him.
"Drakkon, please.." She tried. "You know, somewhere inside, you want me to stay. If you didn't you wouldn't have kissed me back." She ran her hands over his chest, and he quickly snatched her by the wrists and held them, above her head, to the wall.
"I was delusional from whatever it was you just convinced me to smoke. Had I been in my right mind it wouldn't have happened and you know that." He said sternly.
"You mean, if you had been able to stop yourself." She corrected. "Alright, I'm sorry." She said, interrupting Drakkon as he was about to speak. "I'm not looking for a commitment, I'm definitely not trying to replace Jaimee.. I just thought... " She paused.
"You thought wrong." He said. "Do you not remember how this worked the first time around? Apparently, you can't do this without getting emotionally invested and, trust me, that is the very last thing I could ever want." She couldn't hide the disappointment she felt at hearing him say that. "It's something I never want to deal with ever again."
"And now I know that." She said, still trying. "I wont try to get anything more from you. I can handle it." He was silent, then, and she took the opportunity to close the gap between them with a kiss. Drakkon, however, quickly pulled away.
"If we're going to do this. I don't want any of that unnecessary bullshit." He said, letting her down. She gave a nod in understanding, and simply moved towards the bed, stripping off her top as she went. After a quick second to lock the door to the study, he followed.