Islaende was unsurprised when she was called into the most guarded and hard to reach room, Mother's chambers. She could guess what it was about, and so, when she nodded the necromancer messenger away, she began to mentally prepare herself for a very dangerous meeting.
Mother was a powerful woman, most likely more powerful then Father himself. Because of this, she and Father always got into squabbles, usually Father saying she had no right to stand up to him, and Mother pointing out that she could incinerate him in a blink of an eye.
Doubting that today would be much different, Islaende entered Mother's chambers. They were much different from all the other rooms. Beautiful, with a high ceiling and very spacious. Blue and gold made up the colors, Arthas having raided merchants for Mother to decorate how she wished.
A happy Mother is a good Mother. Islaende thought. Lounging on her circular bed, Mother's lips quirked up as Islaende entered the room. "Daughter."
Islaende dropped, bowing before Mother at the foot of her bed. "Queen Mother."
Mother stroked Islaende's hair for a few moments before turning to the blank wall in front of her. "Let us see was Father has to say."
The image of Father appeared, large and dangerous. He glowered down at Mother, who smiled back. "Utagarde Keep and Utagarde Pinnacle have fallen." He said angrily.
"Really?" She continued smiling, obviously entertained.
"YES, REALLY!" Father roared. "Those damned Alliance and Horde heroes" - He sneered the word 'heroes'- "have taken over the home of my Vykrul!"
"Well, that's a problem." Mother answered mildly.
Father roared. Islaende blinked at the image. "Now they are demanding a new keep, something that I do not have the time for! And they want to bring their kings back from the dead!"
"Hmmm." She answered. "Bring me their best warriors, I will test them and use them as I see fit."
Islaende would have smiled, had she not been emotionless.
"And what of the others?"
"More warriors for you, of course. Menethil, maybe you can get one to replace the Black Knight."
He glowered at her. "You'll never give up on that one, will you?"
Mother smiled cheekily.
He was silent for a moment. "You are continuously getting on my nerves, Shifter."
She nodded. "I'd expect as much, darling."
He vanished with a huff.
Turning to Islaende, she said calmly, "I rather enjoy making him act human. Daughter, go to the prisons. Check of your brother, will you not? I'm worried that he's trying to scare of the more important guests to death."
"Mother." Islaende answered, bowing deeply and leaving for the prisons.
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"Hello, Islaende. Long days of torture."
"And the same to you." She answered quietly, looking at the orc in front of her emotionlessly.
After a while, he looked up at her, a roguish grin on his face. "Come and see this, Isla. You'll be amazed."
Stepped up beside her 'brother,' Islaende stared into the prison cell he was working on. 'Another Night Elf?"
"Yeah. But this one-" He tapped the cell bars, making the blue haired female hiss and curl into a ball. "-Is heavily pregnant."
Apparently, the look on her face was enough, because he laughed uncontrollably, grinning. "Soyla order her to be tortured to death tomorrow."
"Why?" Islaende regretted the question as soon as she'd said it - Mar stared at her with a look of suspicion and a bit of horror.
"Because she said so. Islaende, I don't know why, nor do I care. Mother asked."
"Of course." Islaende quietly agreed. "Mother asked." Turning, her gaze fell upon the frightened, yet still courageous Night Elf before she stiffly walked away, almost running out of the prison.
What's wrong with me? She wondered. Irritably blocking Mother as best as she could from her mind, Islaende sank against the wall heading to her quarters, and dug her nails into the saronite floor.
"Gods." She murmured. "I must be going insane."
Insane or not, she still felt a strange twinge of emotion for the Night Elf woman. The pregnant woman. Sighing heavily, Islaende stood and stalked down the halls, pretending she was completely fine until she reached her own quarters. There, she collapsed onto the iron bed, and sank into meditation.
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II
When she awoke, Islaende knew it was the middle of the night. She looked around blearily, before everything came into focus. She waited expectantly for Mother's voice to come through, to ask what was wrong. A thrill of fear filled her when no voice came. She couldn't feel mother at all.
'Get up…. Damn you to the abyss, Islaende, get your ass up!'
Jumping, the death knight calmed herself for a few moments, then asked the faint voice, 'Who are you?'
'You….save….Vaniva….child.'
Growling in frustration, she reached for the voice as best as she could. 'Dammit, who the hell is Vaniva? And I'm not sa-'
'Pregnant…' The voice faded away completely. But it'd made it's point.
"Only that Night Elf if pregnant." Islaende murmured. Standing up abruptly, she walked across the room, still dressed in her armor. Gripping a few of her weapons, she smiled slightly. This would be fun.
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A/N: No beta, still! ^^
Chapter two is done, few updates will arrive, as I'm writing a novel in the month of November : /
Trying to update all my stories before November, though. R&R!
