World of Warcraft – Into the Void
By ViMiLu
Prologue:
Hazy winds carrying the soft summer breeze wafted through the cemetery as if carefully tiptoeing in order not to disturb any of the gravestones. Crystal blue skies radiated above highlighting the immensely powerful gleaming sun shining its sharp rays on the earth below.
Samuel Legend stood solemnly in front of a familiar tomb. His shimmering gold eyes pierced through the crystalline lenses of his glasses and stared at the markings, continuously pouring over the words as if seeing them for the first time. The soft winds caressed through the strands of his long and shining silver hair. Even with it carefully tied behind him it still couldn't help but dance against the ensuing breeze.
The renowned priest's attire was somewhat unformal for the occasion. He donned his white battle regalia complete with silver and black trim with pockets of golden cloth and imbedded gems sewn throughout. This was the first time he had worn this outfit since leaving the shores of that dreaded continent of Northrend and yet, the clothes fit him as if he had worn nothing else.
A year had passed since he last visited this grave. Time seemed to flow so much more quickly now that the campaign in the north was over. Every second spent in battle seemed to freeze the clock entirely. Ironically, life appeared to move faster while things were boring.
The hallowed grass of the cemetery crunched behind Samuel. He took a heavy breath and did not even glance behind him as the approaching footsteps drew closer.
"You have been standing out here for nearly an hour," the regally stern yet surprisingly angelic voice called. "And I thought I was the sentimental one."
The priest didn't bother to respond. His beloved twin sister Zariyana quickly stood beside him. She was dressed more fitting for the atmosphere, donning a black silk dress and allowed her silver hair to flow down to the center of her back. They were near equals in looks and talent however, despite being genetically identical to one another, that is where their similarities ended.
An uncomfortable silence soon filled the air. The female Legend twin gazed upon her brother's unflinching expression. His eyes were fixated on the tombstone's inscription. Despite being only a few choice words, he looked upon them as if meticulously searching for meaning in-between them.
"Here lies Renault Legend," Zariyana spoke. Her voice grew colder with every breath. "A man of great wisdom, insight, and passion."
She immediately scoffed at the remark.
"If only the world could see him through our eyes. Then they wouldn't be writing such sweet
things about him."
Such captivating words were not written by either of Renault's children. They did not share the same love of that man that many of their noble's and lords have come to know. The former heir of the Legend name seemingly lived two separate lives. In some eyes, he was the beloved Court Magistrate, renowned for his wisdom and intellect who sat on the King's high council and served as a gracious advisor of the people's interest. However, behind the closed doors of Legend Keep, he was anything but gracious and beloved. The law of the Eastern Kingdoms and the law of their home were so different, they could be considered separate continents altogether.
"I do not understand why anyone, especially you Samuel, would pay him the honor of so much of your time," she scornfully continued. "We've finally been freed and yet, here you stand, unable to let go of the past."
Her expression dimmed. She peered into her twin's eyes hoping to illicit some sort of a response. Despite her efforts, the priest's resolve did not wane and didn't offer so much as a flinch in response.
"I didn't know he meant that much to you," mocked the female Legend twin. "I should not be surprised. You were always closer to him than I ever was."
Zariyana was speaking from her heart more so than she did from her mind. It was a growing trend with her lately in the time since their father passed. She had adapted to the change differently than Samuel had anticipated but still seemed logical all things considering.
The priest took another long and calculated breath. His sister knew not what she spoke. Changes would soon be coming upon their house. Samuel was not here simple to reflect about the past but also, contemplate about the future that soon awaited him. However, her comments were not too far off the mark either.
Another gust of heavy wind passed between them. The ensuing silence was making the atmosphere thicker with each passing moment. There was no use standing here for much longer. It was not like he could delay the inevitable for much longer. The burden of their legacy would now fall upon his shoulders. Samuel offered a silent prayer in the hopes he was prepared to bear it all.
The priest decided he had mulled long enough. He was done agonizing over the future that would soon come to fruition with the same calculation and dedication he offered his own personal studies. No matter what challenges presented themselves before Samuel, he always put his duty above all else. Noble's knew no greater pride than to fulfill it with earnest.
At long last, the time for reminiscing was finally over. Mulling over the dead was for this long was clearly not this priest's style. He turned and quickly made his exit out of the cemetery without leaving another thought or glance behind him. There was still much work to be done.