Chapter 2

"Whoa, calm down miss. I'm just looking for a Trixiriel." The gilnean, who I took whose name was Frysta, stated simply. How could they already know my name without having me answer the question? If they know the first name, surely they'd know the last. "Trixiriel who?" I asked.

Frysta went for her bag, pulling out an object wrapped in cloth. "Trixiriel Seabearer." She gave me an innocent smile, but I knew better than to accept that so easily. My ear twitched backwards, the one alley way of this intersection that I could exit through. I thought of something that would reveal her for what she was. "Why didn't you have it delivered to my night elves the way you couriers always do?"

"The fella paid me a big some of gold to deliver it to ya personally." A clever rebuff, but now they verified that they knew me. Still, I thought of another attempt to expose them, not fancying a prison for defending myself. The Kaldorei man with hair as white as my own still had that mask upon the lower part of his face. "What's with the mask?"

He stood there a moment, thinking. When he spoke it was not in the common tongue, but in Darnassian. "The lady is offering you a package I suggest you take. The mask is for my own secrecy." That's exactly what I needed to make sure I wasn't having another moment. What idiot protests that it's for secrecy? I peered down the alleyway, it was the only way I could go. With a huff, I ran as fast as I could in that direction.

I entered the canals, and not a bloody soul was in sight. Still, the gilnean's voice was still following me. "Miss," she yelled out to me. My blade was clutched tight in my hand. A fight may be imminent. She did not seem to loose my trail outside the Trade District, so my legs made for Old Town. The inn there's door was closed, as were most of the buildings. I saw water against the stone walls. These must lead into the lake.

Just when I was about to jump in, I heard Frysta behind me, once again calling out for me. I looked around the corner of the wall, the say was blocked with some metal bars, allowing only water through. This would be where I have to stand my ground. I turned to the woman, still clutching my blade in my hand to keep her away. She still held that clothed item.

"Ya must forgive me, miss, for being so anxious. Th' lad that wanted to give this to you paid a big some of gold." My mind grew curious. Even assuming these people, whoever they are, wanted to give me this item over it being a regular delivery, what could they want to deliver. "Take the cloth off," I barked at her.

She removed the cloth on the top, revealing a dark silver necklace with jags across it. There was a dark blue gem at the bottom. It looked intimidating, but there was no denying it was beautiful. So gorgeous that I dropped my sword and began walking towards it. Perhaps they are just couriers, I thought to myself.

My fingers uncurled, preparing to grasp the necklace tightly. What was I doing? I would never have taken an object from shady strangers, but my hands began to move now like they held minds of their own. They embraced the necklace, rising it to place around my neck. With my right hand, my hair was pulled back, wrapping the necklace around my neck with my left. A slight click echoed through my ears, and then I felt myself regain control of my hands.

The kaldorei man stepped out of shadows on my right. I tried to get a quick jab with my fist into Frysta's gullet, but my hand stopped just before impact. With a jump, I attempted to twirl in the air and bring my fist down across the man's face, just to have them stop short of impact there. As I landed, my legs strength gave, bringing me to my knees. Frysta smiled wickedly at me. "'Ts fro yer mum!"

White flashed before my eyes, reliving a memory. More than Sesirrael's legacy lived on after her death. As I hid in the closet years ago, I recall seeing my mother in purple saronite armor, holding two axes with jagged spikes all across it. The Lich King rose her up as a death knight, using her glory against Darnassus. My Grandmother confronted her. "Sesirrael, remember who I am! I'm your Min'da!"

My mother held her ground, staring through her. She swiped her leg around, and brought my grandmother against the wall, holding her boot against Grand Min'da's neck. "Nice to see you, Mind'a." The death knight brought her leg back, allowing the priestess to drop. The twin axes were brought above the undead's head, and she viciously began to tore away at my grandmother until she was just organs spattered across the floor.

I shook my head, refocusing myself into the present. With all the force I could muster, I stood back up and gave a swift punch across Frysta's face. I'm strong amongst my fellow sisters, but I've never spun a person around and shot them against a wall a bit back. Her nose was definitely broken as blood became to stream from it.

My legs gave once again, bringing me to my knees. The man uncurled his fingers, bringing his hand in my throat's direction. I held my hands above my face, attempting to shield myself. The sounds of choking were echoing throughout my mind, but they were not my own. I lowered my hands, looking into a black energy spewing from my palms, and holding the man off the the ground by his throat.

It lasted only a moment however, and I dropped him. A sharp pain echoed throughout me, and I instinctively let some tears flow from my eyes. A dark chuckling began echoing throughout my mind. The Shadows will consume you, little Elune praiser. More tears would flow as the pain surged across my body. My eyes opened, facing the Kaldorei who was now armed with his blade.

"Explain yourself," he demanded. I was about to spoke, but then I gritted my teeth as another surge went through. A yelp of pain escaped me. They seemed just as uninformed on what the necklace could do as I was. He brought his sword up, the point of the blade just above my head. "Last chance."

Do not fear, dear child. We will use up every last bit of your pathetic form as we can. I let out a scream, and he rose his sword before being brought down again. Someone kicked me forward to his feet, and the sword stabbed into the ground, just past my body. Pain surged far more violently across my body, seeming to work in double charge. Out of breath, tears streaming down my face now, I tried to speak. "Please, get these voices out of my head!"

The Kaldorei man would step back, leaning against the stone wall with crossed arms. Someone made their way around me, looking me in the eye as I struggled to breath as I continued to cry viciously. It was the cowled woman he had shown to Frysta in the bar. "Just focus on breathing," she attempted to aid me. Considering she saved my life, I listened. The pain and the tears would begin to cease, my breath flow returning to a normal state.

An extremely sharp shock of pain went through me, bringing me to my feet. I began to spoke, but it was not my voice. "Well done, Polynecies. The prophetess would be proud of you. Both of you. As I am." The voice was familiar, holding a very sinister tone. The Kaldorei would speak to me, but in response to the voice. "Where do you want her? And name where quickly before I do kill her this time."

The voice would answer his question, but this time in a slightly displeased tone. "The Eastern Plaguelands. She will have a fair bit of pain to reach her." Who are you, I asked within my mind, but no answer was offered. The man, who I took as Polynecies, dropped a sack of gold in front of me. "You know where to go."

My head shook, alluding that I was regaining control. While the voice that spoke sounded like my own, it was not nearly using my own words. "I look forward to working with you all soon," the new voice said as she cheerily picked up the bag. I now grew far more confused as my legs were forced to stride forward. Do not fear, dear. That voice will soon be yours.

Now I knew exactly who it was. The one woman I thought, and even hoped, I would never see again. It was my mother herself. Sesirrael Seabearer, the Fear Harbinger. My hand dropped the sack of coin into a flight master's hand, the voice that was not my own stating the title of a place unknown to me.

I will not let you destroy me too, I stated boldly within my mind. She chuckled darkly. You always try to do your best, dear child. But there is a very large difference between trying and succeeding.