Name: Storyteller's Dream
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft.
Title: Honoring the Dead
Rating: T
Pairing: None
Notes: I don't know who wrote the poem in the summary, but for some reason it made me think of this story. This story will be mostly Lore Characters with a few of mine or a friend's mixed in. A great deal of these have my two favorite Highlords, Darion Mograine and Tirion Fordring. Neither get enough love. I'm sorry if these seem rushed, I think I'm a little rusty.
None of these One-shots are related.
Summary: Honor thy Father, Honor thy Mother, Honor thy Brother, Sister, and Lover. Honor thy Son, And thy Daughter. Honor thy Family and One Another. A collection of one-shots about Honoring the Dead.
Sister…
The ground is familiar and at the same unfamiliar to her. She hasn't been here in such a long time. But this is neutral territory now. At least for what she wishes. Her Rangers are watching the surrounding grounds, untrusting that her guest will not attack her.
Vereesa Windrunner cannot help but shift from foot to foot as she waits for her sister to come. Honestly she wonders if Sylvanas will come but. Her one guard, her nephew Arator notices her lack of calmness.
"Aunt Vereesa I am certain she will come." He says in a soothing tone. The Silver Covenant Leader cannot help but snort. Arator is trying very hard to be a Paladin on measure with his father. Though Vereesa cannot remember the last time she met his father, she is certain that Arator is trying too hard.
"You don't know Sylvanas like I do, Arator. She is willful and strong. The strongest of us perhaps-"
"I didn't know my sister thought so highly of me." A voice from the darkness sneers. Both the High Elf Ranger and her half-Elf nephew turn to see a form in the shadows, a figure of great power of whom they had been waiting for.
Banshee Queen Sylvanas Windrunner, former Ranger-General and now Queen of the Forsaken. She walks from the shadows, allowing the nearby torches to lighten her blue skin.
"Has my sister forsaken her human husband for a half-elf lover?" Sylvanas asks her tone sly.
"Hardly Aunt Sylvanas." Arator turns to his undead Aunt with a strange expression. "My mother is Alleria, your sister. I have spent my life trying hard to find my father and it took a dread lord trying to destroy me before I realized that I still have family, family that I can find. You and Aunt Vereesa and Uncle Rhonin and the twins."
Sylvanas' expression does not waver from a blank slate as she walks closer to her nephew and sister. Vereesa does not embrace her though it is clear that she wants to.
"You couldn't have a girl?" The Forsaken Queen finally grumbles. It breaks whatever holds Vereesa back and she jumps into her sister's arms. The Forsaken Guards who have arrived seem a little distressed by the High Elf hugging their Queen, but Sylvanas does not care. She is unused to the contact of warm flesh but the idea of holding her sister once more is enough to push it aside.
"I wanted to come to you for so long, sister. And I even went to Argent Tournaments hoping to find you there. Thrall told me that if it was my desire he would order you to Dalaran but I couldn't do that to you. I wouldn't force you." Vereesa can feel her tears fall on Sylvanas' decorated breastplate as the undead Banshee hummed a childhood lullaby.
"I have missed you as well. But I had thought that you were perhaps better off without me." She faces her nephew, knowing that he would like to hug her but is concerned about the Holy magic that radiates from his body. "Well? Aren't you going to hug your Aunt? What are they teaching Paladins these days?"
Arator hopes he doesn't hurt her as he embraces both his Aunts. He never knew his mother and when he was hurt as a child, only had a kindly Draenei woman to heal him. But now he could almost believe that one of his Aunts could be a mother for a moment.
Something kicks him. His armor barely registers it as he raises his head from Sylvanas' shoulder. She too, has felt it and they stare at Vereesa… rather at her mid-section.
"Um…" Arator has no experience in these sorts of things, but unless his Aunt has developed a parasite… he has to guess that she's pregnant.
"Yes I am going to have another baby… rather two, the Priestesses tell me." Vereesa says, sounding amused. "Both girls. And it would be an honor to me, if I could name them Sylvanas and Alleria."
For a long moment the Forsaken Queen again stares at her sister. She is unaware of the tears that flow from her eyes as she places her cold hand against the armored belly of her sister and feels the young ones kick back.
"It would be a great honor to me, sister." She says softly. "A great honor."