Just Enough For Green

by MochaKimono

The Sunwell darkened and died and all the elves fell down, as Arthas tore the Sun from the city, took the Light out of their chests; like an engorged tick plucked headless from the host, they hungered and wept for their souls to come back.

2. Fly

A holy man cringed and crumpled, his elder body so woven in with the distant fountain ley, like a gem threaded into cloth (like a fly trapped in a web) that even away with the Argents, he felt the lifeline break, a lute string snapping with a jarring twang!

Questions from confused fellows, humans and dwarves who didn't understand, didn't just feel their city die, inundated him, and he girded up and refused to bend his knees, to show weakness and a self-devouring hunger that suddenly felt the prickling tingles of all their magic, all their enchanted armor suddenly so much more keenly, each mote of mana like a rabbit under the hawk's eye, his soul wanted to eat their souls and for just a few seconds he forgot about the Light.

And then he remembered it, and he knew how to ground himself. As he stumbled away to meditate and meet with the other Quel'dorei he realized that none of this surprised him, and he didn't even know what had happened yet. But it was coming all along, they were fat ticks sucking on the blood of the earth and their starvation had been a long time coming. For an elf, it was so easy to forget it had been such a long time already.