Title: "Remember Me"
Author: Lacuna Everspring
Series: World of Warcraft
Character Pairings: Rizuna + Ombriel
Rating: N/A for the time being
Category: Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, War/Violence
Warnings: My first WoW fic, original characters, however using the Warcraft world and places :)
Disclaimers: I don't own WoW, I'm just borrowing a swing in their playground, I'll give it back, promise!
Feedback: Oh please, what author wouldn't want feedback?! Constructive criticism (or praise!) only please, leave the flaming for the flamboyant!

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-Three-

Tuala was awoken by the sudden jarring of the carriage travelling over very uneven roads, causing items hanging from the walls and ceiling of the merchant carriage to crash and bang against each other in quite a racket.

Fayla, a young human girl who had been captured shortly before Tuala had been, touched her shoulder lightly in comfort.

"I was able to peer out through the crack in the wall outside, I think we just passed by Thalanaar about an hour ago. It's hard to tell, but I think we're still heading south." The human girl commented.

Tuala grunted, rubbing her glimmering seafoam eyes, tiredly. Awkwardly managing to rise to her feet, and stretching upon tiptoes, she peered through the crack in the wood upon the wall to the dimly lit world outside.

"It's getting dark…" Tuala murmured absently, out loud.

The interior of the carriage had no lighting, and was filled with at least twelve other prisoners; nine women, varying in age and race, along with three young boys, each no older than Tuala's eight years. It was a tight fit for all of them, but seeing as they had little choice in the matter, and disputing would get them no where, it was unspoken that each had their own little nook within the carriage to call their own.

"Are you afraid?" Tuala asked the girl, tilting her head slightly in question, her long silvery-white hair fell over her shoulder.

Fayla bit her lip, anxiously. "I don't know what is to become of us, we've just assumed that these men were slave traders, but not one of them ever mentioned selling us, other then mentioning that they were in a hurry to get us to Tanaris to meet with someone about acquiring our services." Fayla shook her head, apprehensively. "Although, I have no idea in the least about what to expect… am I afraid..? I'm terrified."

Fayla paused though, thoughtfully glancing at the Blood elf child.

"And you…?"

Tuala met the girl's gaze solemnly for a moment, then glanced back out the crack, sighing, as she turned to resume her seat beside her companion.

"Am I afraid..? I am certain I should be… but I'm not." Tuala replied, fidgeting with a thread upon her once pristine white dress, which now was more of a faded grey.

Fayla appeared puzzled by her response. "Why not?"

Tuala slowly looked up, a faint smile on her face, confidently she answered:

"My sister won't give up looking for me. I know she will rescue me." Tuala answered matter-of-factly.

Fayla looked to her sympathetically. "Oh, Tuala… Best let that hope die fast… we're a week away from where you were captured, and the caravan has a mage employed to erase our trail… it will be next to impossible for anyone to track us unless they know exactly where we're going."

Tuala pursed her lips, stifling the uneasy feeling that made her stomach flutter with uncertainty, before her expression became confident once more.

"I know… but my sister isn't without her own means of tracking. I believe in Rizuna. She doesn't know how to give up."

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Rizuna had left Thunder Bluff two days prior, and had left her with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach that she honestly couldn't attribute to the cooking she had eaten the night previous at a small out of the way inn.

She had spoken with one of her informants in the sprawling city, and he had left her with news that she had partially expected, but also with a twist that she hadn't anticipated in the least.

Apparently, the caravan that had abducted Tuala wasn't a slave trading caravan, as Auren had suspected and assumed. It was under the employ of a powerful human mage that made his home within Deadwind pass in the Eastern Kingdoms. However, the fact that the caravan was expected to complete its journey near Steamwheedle Port in Tanaris to embark upon a chartered ship over seas was what surprised her. Ships were constantly at risk from pirate activities along the coast of Tanaris, so long ago the government had decreed that no ships shall set sail from there for their own safety. Insofar, Rizuna mused that whomever was able to get a ship in, must have paid a hefty price to make the ship's captain agree to port there.

Although it was out of her way, Rizuna had gathered some information from her informant in Thunder Bluff regarding several girls and a boy that had gone missing from a human encampment not far from Brackenwall village within the Dustwallow Marsh.

Loathing how long it would take to travel from the Southern Barrens to Dustwallow Marsh, only to turn back and head south through Thousand Needles and into Tanaris. Rizuna hoped to acquire a mount in Brackenwall, get the information she needed then race south and hope that she wasn't too late to get to the caravan before they made the crossing overseas. Once her sister crossed the Great Sea, it would be nigh impossible to locate where the ship would make dock on the far side of the journey.

Rizuna just hoped that she wouldn't be too late to save the one person that she ever cared for, a person who loved and trusted her implicitly, and hoped she wouldn't disappoint her.

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Please, I know I'm a moochin, but review good or bad, I suffer from an inferiority complex and need to know how I'm doing, XD

Loves!

Lacuna :)