Chapter 3 – A lie gets his own life

'Can you tell us one more time how your saviour mage looked like?', the twins are squealing in excitement. With a deep sight Ebãny turns towards them. It's evening now and the story of the mess at the Logging Camp and the unknown fire-mage spread like a fire through Stormwind. This was partly the work of all the gossip girls around the city, they were like weed. You can try whatever to annihilate them, but they always find their way back under the sun. 'It's your own fault. You should have told them that it was you', her inner voice is complaining. 'Yes and then I also had to admit my interest in the fire-magic and I would be send away from this family faster then I could say 'sorry'', Ebãny is hushing the voice.

'Ok, ok. As far I could see he had half long red hair. And some impressive armour. His eyes were light of colour but I can't say which one…', even this little information was enough to get her sisters completely mad. 'It's not information! It is a lie.'

With a heavy heart the young mage is walking around in her city. She lied to her family, friends and even the king… This could get messy if she didn't do anything against it, but she simply couldn't tell them that somehow she can change her frost-magic into fire-magic. That's just not possible. Or it meant that her father's family wasn't of one pure magical form. Yes, her father! That was the only explanation. But why, then why was he always so strict in her use of frost-magic? Her hope was fast gone, no it just wouldn't work. With her mind so troubled she wasn't watching where she was going and before she knew it she was standing in Old Town. But she didn't recognize this particular part of Old Town and she began to feel very uncomfortable. Just when she know where she is again and she want to make sure she gets out of the neighbourhood before someone noticed her, she is been seen.

'Well, well. What do we have here?', a harsh male voice is sneering through the cold air. 'It looks like a sweet little girl lost her way in scary Old Town', another male voice is sounding. It's obvious that they are blocking her way in the small alley. One at each side of her.

'I would be careful if I'm you gentlemen', she hisses dangerous, while the glowing of frost-magic is appearing around her hands. She had faced those demons with eleven at the same time, this two poor souls wouldn't be much of a difference. At least that was what she was thinking. She never expected that third person on the roof. And she never guessed that that third person would be a warlock. But still it was like that…

'They say you were saved by an blood elf mage! Who is he and where is he now?', Ebãny is painfully tossed in a corner of a wagon. 'I have no idea about you are talking', she is shouting in fear. Because of the black cloth over hear head she can't use her magic and so is even more afraid than during that one night. 'I can't tell them it's all a lie! They would kill me on the spot!' She is grasped by her throat and again the question is asked. 'Don't kill her yet, Blanco!', another voice, the one of the warlock says. 'We need her as bait for the blood elf. He saved her once, maybe he saves her again.' In pure frustration the young woman is throwing herself backwards against the wagon. 'I don't know about who you are talking!', she whispers suddenly broken and tired. She never will understand how she did it, but only a few minutes she is in a deep sleep and she never noticed how the wagon and the three men enter a portal and are vanishing from the Eastern Kingdoms.

With a groan of pain, the ropes around her wrists didn't make it easy for her to sleep, she gets straight up. She listens to her surroundings but the sound isn't that of a forest or anything she can recall from Elwynn Forest or the other countries. She hears beasts with growls she never heard of and the smell is weird and makes difficult to breathe. Suddenly she hears a voice from not far to her left. 'Heya Blanco, guys! What do you have this for me?', it's a voice filled with ice and terror. The young mage is now really scared and she tries to sit as still as possible. 'This young woman is saved by a very strong fire-mage just four days ago. It's a blood elf and we know for sure that he is from here', Blanco is responding. 'Here? Here? Where the hell is here?', that's the main thought racing through mind at the moment. 'I'll take from here then. I'll pay you 20 gold for her', the scary man is saying. Ebãny hears the three men around her whispering and the come to an agreement. 'For 40 gold she is totally yours', Blanco bargains. 'Deal', is the only answer he gets. And for the second time in that short period the woman is being picked up by a man, with a black cloth bag over her head.

She don't know where she is now, but she knows for sure they have teleported away. As a mage she can feel the other ones power as soon as the man used it. Underneath the black bag she is grinning. As long as she don't use her magic he will never know she is a mage. Let alone a frost-mage. From the three different kind of mages the frost one was the best chance of defeating a fire-mage. She was trained by her dad to defeat that kind. Not that she wanted it so badly, but because during those fights she could observe the fire kind and so learn more about the fire side. She learned enough to feel that this man was one deadly force of magic. She stood not even a one percent chance against him, but at least she could get away from him by her frost nova. Her face turned into stone again when suddenly the cloth back was pulled from her head and she had to close her eyes, against the sudden brightness of the sky. Well, sky… There was no sun! No blue sky! No clouds! Where the heck did she ended up? Immediately she recognized her surroundings by the descriptions from her dad and uncles. She wasn't in the Eastern Kingdoms anymore, hell she wasn't even in Azeroth anymore. No… she was in the Outlands.

'Let's see what we have here', the harsh voice of the man is bringing Ebãny back to reality. She turns her head in acceptation to see an ugly ogre, demon or even worse, but instead of all that she notice that the man is an elf. A blood elf, to be more clear. His hear is half long bond together in a high ponytail, while the rest of his hair sticks out in every direction. It's bright red, with at some spots deep dark red. His eyes are as light as the stars above them. The only thing he is missing is his shining armour. 'Yeey Ebãny, you made up a saviour blood elf and now he is your capturer', her inner voice is laughing hysterically.

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