Title : Fragments of the Past

Author : KailaRosa

Pairing :OFC / OMC (Rosalyne/Cedrich)

Story Rated : R

Chapter : R

Disclaimer : I do not own any material from Blizzard Entertainment, except my High Priestess Rosalyne, and angry Bishop Cedrich Shadowweaver. Everything is the property of Blizzard. Most of the characters in the story are from the lore, except Rosalyne, Cedrich and Aleeria. Please, do not use any character, unless you have explicit approval. Both me and LinnScarlett are very protective of our babies. Thank you!

A/N : Rosalyne remembers that day, where everything started... After spending the night at the Lion Pride's Inn in Goldshire with Aleeria, she's almost late for the prayers the morning after. A very angry Draenei Paladin over some bickering about the Stormwind King is hard to deal with! And an upset shadow Priest as well...

Lion Pride's Inn in Goldshire was usually a very calm, friendly place and one of the most respected Ale houses in Azeroth. In the evening, some travelers coming out of New Stormwind City would stop by to share drinks with friends, deal with customers or simply sleep until the next day to their next destination.

The usual calm the small inn possessed was now disturbed by drunken screams and fights, caused by a blue-skinned Draenei woman, who's anger was obviously rising with any minute... The Innkeeper Farley watched with interest as a dark-skinned Draenei interrupted the starting fight, pulling at what seemed to be her friend's arm away from the two angry drunk men sitting at the bar.

The Draenei Paladin's hooves hit angrily on the wood floor as she was pulled by the arms by her friend. One beer, too many, that's exactly what happened to her. Aleeria grumbled, looking for her mace on her belt, where it usually hangs, but found nothing.

"Rooooose! Let meh go!" Aleeria screamed, her hooves trying to grip in between the cracks of the floor. "I nee' ta kill da' pig!"

However, Rosalyne didn't stop. Pulling the other Draenei up the stairway, her muscles stirred in pain, and she groaned at the feeling. The Paladin's shield and mace were on her back, and the extra weight wasn't helping her in the task.

"Alee, stop this non sense!" The Priestess opposed herself to any dangerous behavior the drunken woman could have in the bar. "I don't wish to see you fight for no reason."

"No reason!" Aleeria interjected, struggling in her friend's grasp. "No! Noooo let meh go... now! That pig insulted da King!"

When they finally reached the top of the stairs, Rosalyne turned right to their bedroom's door, away from unwanted ears. She stopped and leaned down to the other Draenei's ear, her mouth barely one inch of it. "Don't you think they will find this... strange?" She murmured, her voice low enough for others not to hear.

Being as drunk as she was, Aleeria's her brain couldn't process the question immediately. Although she didn't answer, the Draenei Paladin stopped her struggling, allowing the Priestess to open the door and bring them both inside, the door closing behind them.

"Strange? I dun get it." The drunk Draenei finally replied as Rosalyne sat her down on the left bed.

"Yes, strange." Repeated the priestess, before continuing, her hands on her hips, as she glared at her friend. "A Draenei woman who's all mad that some random peasant insults the human King... Don't you think this is a little... overdone?"

Reaching with her hands for Rosalyne, Aleeria's face contorted in drunken rage, her anger only getting worse. "Gib meh mah mace, now! Ima kill this foo' now, mak' him eat his bawls!"

The Priestess yelped, quickly moving aside as the Paladin threw herself at her in some kind of attempt to grab the mace. Why Aleeria even attempted to do so was a mystery. Or more a desperate act of a drunken woman. The mace wasn't in her range, it was still resting on Rosalyne's back. Instead of getting what she wanted, Aleeria fell face first on the floor, her nose against the wood, one of her leg still on the bed while the other was hanging out. Putting a hand in front of her mouth, the brown-skin Draenei smacked her lips together, barely holding back her laughter.

But Aleeria heard it. "Dun laugh." she muttered, her fingers grabbing the floor as she tried to stand up at the same time then reaching for Rosalyne again. A growl of frustration left her mouth again. "Mace!"

Much to Rosalyne's surprise, her friend succeeded to move halfway up, pushing herself forward. She took a step aside out of range of the other woman's hands.

An exasperated sigh left Rosalyne's left, "Please, go to sleep, Aleeria. By the Light, I have to be in four hours at the Church, don't make this more painful..." After a moment, she sighed, then walk to the corner of the room to put the shield and mace on the ground, away from the drunk woman. "Now, be a nice lady. You're a paladin. What do you think Highlord Fordring would say if he sees you act so mindlessly?

At the lack of answer, Rosalyne turned around and headed back to the faintly moaning paladin. She reached down for her friend, and with great efforts lifted her up. Grimacing, her muscles whining at the physical actions they weren't used to, Rosalyne used all her strength to lift her friend, "You're not making this easy, are you?"

Quickly, she pulled on the paladin's shoulders, shifting so Aleeria was on her back. The loud snore coming out of her mouth only confirmed Rosalyne's suspicions. Aleeria had passed out. Frowning, the priestess kept on pulling on her friend, making sure she laid in the middle of the bed. Knowing the paladin, she would find herself sprawling on the floor in the middle of the night after rolling over.

Her comment about Tirion should have stirred some anger in Aleeria to begin with. The "relationship" between both paladins was... hazardous. He would act like her father, and she would act like a spoil child. Angry, defiant. Aleeria wasn't an easy person to deal with. Especially less when drunk!

Rosalyne smiled at the loud snore, then mumbling coming from her friend before turning around to her bed. "Good. Now I can sleep."

Sitting down on the bed, she gave one last glance at the Paladin, then laid down under the covers. Four hours before she had to wake up... She had to asleep.

The sun was incredibly hot. More then she was used to handle. To make it even worse, barely any wind was blowing. Gritting her teeth, Rosalyne did her best to focus on keeping the pace, walk as fast as she could. She was going to be late! Damn you Alee... Damn you!

"You're almost late." chuckled a voice behind her.

A frown formed one the priestess' face. She didn't not even bother turning around to look at whoever it was, she knew. The familiar sound of the paladin's horse behind her was aggravating. She didn't need that right now! Her walk on the sandy road was painful enough that Rosalyne didn't want to deal with Aleeria.

A soft sigh escaped Rosalyne's mouth. Imagining the angry Bishop was already painful... Not like it was hard to even see him get mad. Something insignificant could infuriate him for days on end. "Please, Alee. I'm going to be late... And Cedrich will be furious if I-."

It was like she lost her voice at the moment she felt a hand on her arm. In a swift move that surprised her, the paladin grabbed her arm and not so gently put her on the back of her saddle. In panic, Rosalyne quickly put her arms around her friend's waist, frowning at the rudeness of the act. She could have at least said something! Rosalyne slapped the paladin's arm gently, before cursing silently at her stupidity. The damn armor was painfully hard on her soft hand.

"He's such a cutie when he's mad, don't you think?" grinned the other Draenei, although Rosalyne could tell she was ironic.

The paladin's hoof hit on Trueheart's side, commanding the horse to move faster. They could see the gates of Stormwind in front of them and the two guards standing on each side.

"He's unbelievably annoying, Alee." groaned Rosalyne, laying her head on the paladin's back. Closing her eyes, she let herself enjoy the light breeze and sun rays on her face.

Aleeria slowed down as she reached the gates to give a nod to the guard. She ordered Trueheart to go faster, earning from the guards a heavy complain. Rosalyne sighed at her attitude; that it would get her in trouble... one day.

Never stopping Trueheart's rhythm, Aleeria looked behind her for a second, a frown on her face. "Tell me about it. He's quite annoying, the old man." She agreed. "If I don't pray at least once a day at the Cathedral he follows me around. It's like he's going to drag me back to Church!"

Cedrich was the Bishop of the Church of Light, the known successor of Archbishop Benedictus, if he was to pass away prematurely. More then often, he would lead prayer sessions. The only issue was: his temper. He had a very bad attitude, especially when the priests and paladins weren't on schedule with their prayers. Not that he was a bad person. He was simply cold, compared to Benedictus, who was such a good nature person.

His faith wasn't to be questioned though. Cedrich believed in the Light. He could control the Shadow as well with unexpected dexterity coming from a Priest. Not many were destined to have this knowledge and ability, but that was why Benedictus choose him as his Bishop and successor in the first place.

The two women moved fast in Stormwind, Aleeria not slowing even on turns, the horse barely stopping so it wouldn't hit anyone walking through the tunnels on a sharp turn. Rosalyne knew the paladin was also in a hurry. Probably to have a certain meeting with a red-haired...

"In a hurry Alee?" She tentatively yelled over her shoulder, a smile on her face.

"Oh, if only you knew... You would be as well!" Laughed the Draenei, a knowing smile on her face as she looked behind at her friend. Her mind was already imagining all the things she could do with a certain Grand Crusader.

"Watch out!" Yelled the priestess, a gasp escaping her lips.

Aleeria blinked, her head jerking up to look ahead. She pulled on Trueheart's reins to slow the next detour. Obviously, her course had been way too fast, and the horse's gallop would have cause them to fall if she hadn't done a thing. Frowning, she blamed the male paladin for putting such thoughts in her head. "Damn you Maxwell." She cursed under her breathe silently.

"Did you say something?" Wondered the lady on her saddle. "I swear I heard the name of youknowwho."

Aleeria chuckled but didn't answer, keeping her eyes on the road. She could finally see the Cathedral's stairs already. She led Trueheart so he galloped to the top of them. With a small tug on the reins, the paladin ordered her horse to stop.

Looking behind her, she removed Rosa's arms from around her waist. She smiled wickedly at the Priestess. "Go! Don't make him wait more."

Rosalyne mock-glared at her friend's remark, however, she jumped down the saddle. "Thanks for the ride. Enjoy your afternoon." The priestess commented, a knowing smile now forming on her lips, that Aleeria reflected back. Turning around, she entered the main door.

"Time to go back home and get ready." She muttered to herself. Giving a pat to Trueheart, she pulled the reins to turn the horse around with one hand. In a matter of seconds, she was down the stairs, making her way to Maxwell's house, above the Argent Dawn's Head Quarters. Maxwell should be there soon after her. Hopefully.

Rosalyne walked inside the giant door, her dress barely touching the floor as she hurried up with each step. She was right on time, and knowing the Bishop, it wasn't enough. Her eyes fell on two men talking to each other as soon she walked in the room.

On the right stood a quite handsome man. He had an eye patch on his right eye, the other one green. He was clearly in his forties but time had been generous to him. His hair were still red like fire. Above his smiling lips was a mustache, well trimmed, showing that the man was taking care of himself. He knew he was good looking, and Rosalyne had a feeling Aleeria had a lot to do with his pretty awesome facial hair. Maxwell Tyrosus and Aleeria Stormseer were a couple, it wasn't a particularly well kept secret.

On the left, a man dressed up in a black and white robes , made of quite expensive materials, probably runecloth. He was also in his forties, but unlike Maxwell, he had a slightly less angular face then him, some grey hair in his brown-hued mane that the paladin didn't have. His deep blue eyes were glaring at the man in front of him, and from the shape of his mouth, he wasn't too happy. It was in a thin line, as if he was annoyed by something. His arms were crossed on his chest. The Bishop Cedrich Shadowweaver was quite annoyed right now. Although, Rosalyne could see a smile reach his lips as Maxwell burst out in laughter, giving the priest a hard pat on his arm. The Priestess moved up from the door, walking in their direction. The red-head was the first to look at her.

"Good morning Rose!" He greeted her, smiling.

"Good morning Lord Tyrosus." She replied with a small bow, smiling back at him. Turning to the other man, she nodded, her look serious. "Bishop."

Her simple greetings to him made him glare at her. Not surprising. He was always mad.

"One day you won't be the last." he commented, his voice almost like a growl.

Swallowing her pride, Rosalyne decided not to reply, knowing how the Bishop could be. Maxwell led the way to the right room, where the Prayers were about to start. He never liked to assist to these sessions. After all, Aleeria was waiting for him right now, and heaven knew how eager the woman was to see him. They haven't seen each other in how long, he missed his sex-crazed Draenei Paladin. Turning to the Bishop, he leaned close enough so only he could hear what he was saying.

"I don't plan on staying all the prayers, Ced." Maxwell confessed, not even affected by the glare the other man was giving him.

"Your woman can wait," The other replied, frowning in disgust. "She's annoying."

Maxwell grinned, giving him a friendly push of his right hand. "You sir need a woman. You're getting old."

Noticing that Rosalyne was now close enough to hear their conversation, Cedrich decided to keep his mouth shut. She walked past them, her scent filling his nostril, suddenly hitting him. Following her movements with his eyes, he watched her finally stand by the other priests and priestesses in the room in front. She looked tired. Her eyes were opened but he could see she barely had any sleep last night. A thought crossed his mind. Whoever said that women needed their beauty sleep, didn't seem to apply for her. No matter what situation, the Draenei looked... marvelous.

Shifting on the wall uncomfortably, a frown formed on his face. Since when did he allow himself to have thoughts of her like that? Draeneis were beautiful in nature, and the Priestess was no exception, but it was not a reason to think of her as such.

With a sigh of frustration, Cedrich turned his attention to the Archbishop's talk. Only one thought lingered in his mind... The thought of himself needing a woman. Maybe Maxwell was right, after all.

Unbeknownst to the Bishop, Grand Crusader Maxwell had been looking at him. He knew something was going on in his old friend's head. Cedrich wasn't as unaffected by the Draenei priestess as he was letting everybody think. He could see that the Bishop was taking pleasure in provoking Rosalyne each time he had the opportunity. He could almost see the disappointment when the girl wouldn't answer back. Their verbal fight were always short, most of the time stopped by the Archbishop Benedictus. Maxwell had a feeling one day, the sexual tension would be so high that either wouldn't be able to keep their hands off each other. After all, he had the same issue with Aleeria when she was trying hard to make him mad. Apparently, to her eyes, he was sexy when angry. Women...

The Archbishop started to pronounce his prayers. Both men turned their attention to the man, their minds though somewhere else. Rosalyne kept her look on the altar, her mind drifting to how right now her bed would be comfortable... She had to force herself to not frown at the thoughts of last night.

Damn you Aleeria! I wish I wasn't so tired right now. Thought the Draenei. Only one hour and it's over.