Chapter 2 – Owh my…
'Where are the flames? Where are the devils? Where is she? Is she still in the forest? Is she in danger? Protection, protection, protection', her thoughts are swirling through her head and she can't think clear. Ebãny feels how her body is getting colder and colder, it's protecting itself against enemies and pain from outside. But unfortunately it can't protect her from the inside pain, the wounds caused by the fire. She tries to shift a bit but the incredible pain won't let her. After a while of lying there she regains consciousness and she find herself at the edge of the Stone Caïrn Lake. With a groan she pushes her upper torso from the ground and stays a while in that position. Reassuring she won't pass out again, she gets to her knees and looks around. In one word the situation: messy. The ground is totally burned and the devils as well. The young mage is just standing dizzy from the power outburst when horses are charge onto the fields around the big lake. She can't see who is leading the group, she can't see much at all. She can't smell as well or hear anything for that matter. She is too focussed at her memories. She stumbles a bit around, until she find the small black smoking spot. 'Here stood the group of humans', her mind is punishing her. 'Remember them.' Her way continues and slowly she is getting to the edge of the small Logging Camp. There her knees refuse more work of carrying her weight and she drops to ground. 'N… No survivors…', she can't handle the images in front of her eyes and in her mind. The fear, the chaos, the killing, the fire… it's al getting too much for the young woman.
'Ebãny are you okay?', a young man is standing in front of her. Who is he? Does she know him? What is he asking her? She can't hear it because of the shouts and screams echoing in her memory. It looks like a century before the figure in front of her just picks her up and start carrying her away form the horrible scene. The scent of the male is somehow familiar, but she can't recall a name or face with it. She just want to sleep and forget everything or wake up and find out that it's just a nightmare. Sadly neither of those is happening and she keeps feeling all the pain of the wounds and memory until finally a small piece of cloth is pushed against her mouth and nose and she start drifting away in the sweetness of the dream world.
Two days have past since that horrible night. The young mage is finally awake and she is sitting on the balcony of their big mansion in de western part of the Mage Quarter. The physical pain has left her body, but the mental pain still remains. The sweetness of the dream world had disappeared for her. She could only see those faces of the loggers and children she couldn't save. Next to that she had to prepare for a meeting with her parents, uncle and grandfathers. Yes, meeting. You read it well. In this family you had to arrange a meeting with your own parents. That's how busy they all are. Even if she wanted to be with her oldest brother and best friend she had to make a appointment! It wasn't easy being the youngest of a very very big family. To sketch a image: Grandfather and grandmother got 5 children. Three boys and 2 daughters. The eldest daughter en son got both four children with their partner. The middle two brothers got both three children. And the youngest daughter had the habit of a rabbit and got seven children! From those seven children Ebãny is the youngest.
Her parents, uncles and aunts are all busy popular frost-mages, who are busy all the time. Her oldest cousin is already 35, also had a family of his own and is also a busy mage. The rest of the same generation are just as busy as that cousin, leaving Ebãny behind all alone. Well alone… her two twin sisters both 23 sometimes spend time with her. But that isn't really fun. They can only talk about boys and other girlish things. 'Hey Sissy! Are you coming with us watching all the night- and high elves marching into the city?', when you speak over the devil… 'Nah, thanks. I would be surrounded by every squealing girl in Stormwind. I can spend my time better. Next to that I have an meeting with our parents', she mumbled.
'So, my dear daughter', when your father starts a conversation with you like this, you only want to duck for cover. Her father, an impressive man with long black hair and green eyes, is sitting in a comfortable chair next to an ice sculpture. 'Why where you near the Eastvale Logging Camp two nights ago?', his question is direct, like his character. 'I was just wandering through the forest a bit dad', Ebãny answers. 'When I wanted to find a place for the night I heard them all scream and saw fire through the trees.' The man in front of her, Tyro, gets to his hits a firmly grasps the shoulders of his youngest child. 'And you ran over to help right?', his sharp voice is cutting through the ice atmosphere like a knife through butter. 'My youngest daughter, my only daughter who thinks about more than just boys ran off too help people you don't even know!' By now, Tyro is shouting the words at the girl. The woman tries her very best to disappear through the ground, so ashamed is she. 'Dad has only you and the twins as daughters! You are the responsible one of the three. The one with an actual meaningful future! Never disappoint him!', her inner voice is screaming at her. 'Will you forgive me father', she asked formal while bowing her head in respect, as the custom is in the company of older humans. 'Yes, I forgive you my child', Tyro is looking suspiciously at her and she knows she can't get away with it. 'Who killed the demons and their minions? They were completely burned to the ground. That must be done by a very powerful fire-mage of warlock.' Ebãny feels the cold from her ice-magic running through her veins. She need time to think! Time to come up with an accuse! She needs to come up with something now! 'It was a mage dad. A very strong one', she blurs out. 'Damn Ebãny! Smart move stupid kid!', her mind is racing for more fantasy to put into this character. 'A mage? But how is that possible? There are no mages living in that part of Ewlynn. And all the fire-mages I know where here at the time', her father was right! He knows everybody! 'What now?', her mind is processing the information from her father, but of course as always the tongue is quicker than the mind. 'It was dark dad and full of smoke. I couldn't much, but it would possible it was a high elf. Or maybe even a blood elf.' 'There is no turning back now… I have to keep up the lie till…forever.'
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