Redemption world of warcraft fanfiction
I can hear the muffled sound of voice all around me. I can feel strange instruments poking and prodding at my body and the familiar warmth and tingle of healing magic. I slowly begin to open my eyes, thankfully being in the Undercity the light in the Apothecarium isn't painfully bright. Everything is a blurred mixture of shadow and color. I try to focus my eyes to better see my surrounding but my effort is nothing if not futile so I close them once more, my body is clearly not ready or able to fully regain consciousness. My mind, however, is so, I focus on the sounds, though not entirely clear I can make out the gravelly voices of what I assume are the alchemists and apothecaries my mother had ordered to tend to me.
They are busy with their work talking quietly about various spells and potions to be used in my healing. I hear another voice amongst them. It was a voice that struck fear into the hearts of many enemies across Azeroth, and yet hearing I felt no fear but rather it seemed to give me strength, it was my mother. I so desperately want to open my eyes to look at her but my strength has yet to fully returned so I just listen. At the present moment, she was growing rather irritated by the seeming lack of progress in my condition.
"It has been an entire day Faranell and yet the child remains unconscious. Why has she not woken?"
"My lady we are trying our best, our magic isn't exactly intended for healing. It is a daunting task just trying to kill the child, however, I assure you she is improving."
"Improving is not good enough apothecary, heal her." The anger in her voice grew with every word.
Listening to the conversation I couldn't help but feel sympathy for the poor apothecary. I could hear his bones rattling in fear as he tried to appease her.
"Forgive us, my lady, we are doing the best we can, but the child was gravely injured it will take time for her to fully recover."
I hear a scoff followed by a retort that was only a few decibels away from shouting.
"Either you are barely putting forth any effort or you are simply incompetent, you create monstrous creatures from decayed and rotting flesh in mere hours, yet you can not manage to heal a young girl less than half their size. I do not care what foul magics you need to use or what dark forces you need to call upon, I want my daughter properly healed within the hour or perhaps I shall tear you to pieces and see how long it takes for you to be healed."
The apothecary bows his head in defeat "Yes, My lady." and sets about his task of speeding my recovery.
sorry for the long wait but here it is finally a new chapter. might be another long wait for chapter 5 just really depends on when inspiration strike. i assure you i am still actively working on the story. enjoy
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