Hello all :)! This update is a bit later, I apologize to my readers and watchers, I will be better to make my deadline of Friday from now on (as best as I can). I also would like to thank Dawnchaser, shadowdemon6 and Liesie for reviewing and for anyone who has favorited or read this story up to this point, I really appreciate it!
Dawnchaser: And it will only get more exciting *hopefully* :) thank you for your review! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
shadowdemon6: I was a bit sad for that as well, Slavion truly deserves a hoof print for all the stress he is making Wenz endure, lol. I hope you enjoy this chapter and thank you very much for your compliments, I am very happy and I hope you continue to enjoy this story :)
Liesie: I am sure you are right there. I do not know much about roleplaying though, this was just an idea that spurred from absolute randomness. Mages annoy me, usually because they are always ten times better than myself, which I am sure says something about my character haha, but oh well. My friend plays a mage, so it makes it even better...truly. Thank you for your review!
This is a somewhat exciting chapter I believe (the next one will be even more so, hehe), some tension (not much) a bit of humor and dare I say it...a beginning to a possible romance? Who knows...read on and review so if you wish to find out!
Disclaimer: As always, World of Warcraft is not mine. This story is mine, however as are its characters. Nothing like this could happen for real in WOW but then again, this is why it is called fanfiction. Enjoy!
Wenz stared at the bright green eyes looking sharply back at her in the mirror, Slavion's hands were on her shoulders steadying her as she did so, his expression muddled.
It was just so weird.
From birth she had been used to walking around her tail swishing back and forth, giving her balance and cat-like grace. Without it, she felt absolutely vulnerable, slow. From the light blue of her skin it had now turned into a pink creamy color, her horns had vanished completely into the thick curly black hair that fell lusciously over her shoulders. Dare she say it, she looked absolutely gorgeous.
The paladin was taller now than she was before, her legs long yet toned, her arms were long as well, and her torso, she was pleased to note, felt just as trim as it had when she was a draenei. Her eyes were that poison green she had come to admire so greatly, gone was the jewel purple, and she was completely, one hundred percent blood elf.
Well, on the outside anyway.
The one thing she was having a hard time getting used to, well two things actually were her pointed long ears and her lighter yet mystical voice. Before she had a deep tone, with that canny lilt unique to her people, now it had been morphed into something more enchanting and even more lulling. Behind her, Slavion cleared his throat, his fingers twitching on her shoulders.
"Well?" he asked, not looking directly at her. He was just too flabbergasted.
"Damn he did a good job." Wenz smiled slightly, mystified by the expression on her face, slightly plump not overly so lips lifted slightly and her eyes twinkled. She was never going to get used to this, thank the Naaru it was temporary.
The mage grunted in acknowledgement, wishing the high elf would have better prepared him for this let alone stayed a little longer to explain fully her transformation.
Something foreign stirred within him and he felt a twinge of sadness. She looked stunning as one of his people, but he found himself missing...well, best not dwell on such things.
"This fits well into a description for her," Markos spoke up after a moment, his expression neutral, "we can say she was crippled in her flight from her village and never truly recovered. There is no way we can teach her to adequately walk in one day, the King wants to meet her tomorrow."
Slavion sighed, "I guess that can work, but we have to at least properly prepare her for the King," his eyes narrowed at the transformed girl, "you cannot be rude."
Wenz snorted, crossing her arms under her chest, "I will just keep quiet then. I cannot fake being pleasant to the man who was partly, if not wholly responsible for the torment of my people for so long."
"You are a blood elf now, if you do not leave behind thoughts of your people," Markos replied before Slavion could coolly, "then you will die. We all will die."
Wenz felt the childish urge to stick her tongue out at the level eighty but Slavion's grip pressed harder into her shoulder in warning she felt her eye twitch, "Fine, I will try to be civil. However, there is no way you will change who I am. I will not be a passive, wishy- washy, brain washed, weak fool, so do not even dare to say I have to."
"Enough, both of you. We are wasting time. No one is going to make you change your personality, Wenz, you just need to get a taste of our customs, of how our females are. At least the females who are not fighting any how. That is your profile, you are a runaway noble whom I encountered in Shattrah city three months ago and have been trying to find a way to get to Silvermoon. You traveled with many groups to reach Shattrah from the highlands, since your family desired to live farther away from our home city. Improvisation may be necessary but I hope that we can stick as true as possible to this story." Slavion put his arm around her waist and led her to a chair not far away, Wenz flushed instantly at the contact yet remained quiet. She was more frustrated with how pathetically she walked than anything let alone the support the blood elf was giving her.
"Your name needs a change as well, Wenz is definitely not a name for a blood elf noble." Markos stated matter-of-factly, a smirk playing along his lips at the insulted look on the girl's face.
Slavion knew the paladin was right, sitting beside the fuming girl sighing tiredly, "Do you have any ideas, Markos?"
"I am not good with things like this, you are her fiance." The paladin grinned broadly at the identical blushes that adorned their faces. "You both are just too cute."
"Go away, Markos." Slavion said after a beat, glaring daggers that would normally scare the living daylights out of a person- not Markos, of course.
"But this is just too much fun, besides, I took two weeks off from the line due to a injury in Icrecrown," his expression turned sullen as he scowled at his torso which was lined in thick bandages, supporting four broken ribs but hidden by his thick, black plate chest piece, "I am here to help however I can."
"Please, cousin, I need," the mage paused, his brow furrowed, but the blush grew darker, "we need to be around one another as if we have been for three months. Like a couple."
Wenz covered her face with a hand, wishing her heart would stop pounding so painfully in her chest. She knew he was right, as they were now, no one would believe they were engaged for...marriage.
"How about Wynona?" Wenz spoke up quietly, chewing on her lip slightly at the bemused expression Slavion was giving her but sighed in relief as a small smile grew across his face.
"Fine, fine, I get it," Markos said slyly, smirking wickedly at the pair, "you have to get use to one another. If you need my help I will be in my quarters across the street. Do not do anything I would not do!" He stood up slowly, not allowing a grimace to show on his face as he did so before tipping his head to both of them and exiting Slavion's home.
Silence followed his departure and Wenz fidgeted slightly.
"Wynona is a beautiful name," Slavion said after a pause, his eyes boring into hers, "how did you come up with it?"
The paladin shrugged, looking away from him as her blush darkened. Slavion grinned.
"Former aspirations of wanting to be one of us, my guess?"
The girl remained silent, damning the male beside her to the pits of hell.
"I am only teasing, darling. Come, I need to get you used to being in my presence and I assure you," the mage's eyes darkened as he held out a hand to her, his trademark smirk in place, "you will not be disappointed."
From the intense fluttering of her heart and the heat ever present on her face, Wenz had little doubt of this at all.
...
As casually as any couple would, Slavion looped his arm about her waist comfortably and led her to a bench in the middle of a beautiful, ornate court yard. Wenz played into the act by leaning closer to him for support, her head resting on his shoulder lightly. They were fairly lucky, the street was not heavy with foot traffic, so inquiries from a passerby was less likely to happen, much to the mage's relief and Wenz's as well.
"The guards are watching us as well," Slavion muttered pressing his mouth into hair in an act of affection to which Wenz rather Wynona responded appropriately with by putting an arm around him as well, "but you are doing just fine so far. I am surprised but pleased, this may go a bit smoother than I had anticipated."
Wenz laughed softly as he helped her sit down and pressed her lightly to his side, "Do not get to excited yet, this is my first time doing something like this."
"It is mine as well. I was not as fortunate as say Markos in my relations with others, let alone love interests." Slavion replied lightly, his arm gripping her suddenly tighter as a heavily armored blood elf spotted the pair, a wide grin on his pale face as he began to make his over to them via horseback.
"Who is that?" Wenz whispered, a shudder running down her spine at the look on the man's face.
"Champion Velen, also known as a true pain in my ass. Trust me, he is no companion of mine." Slavion tried to conceal his scowl but failed utterly, Wenz giggled softly willing herself to slip into character as the blood elf made his way over to them.
"So the rumors are true! Slav it is so good to see you in one piece. I heard you have been having a rough time lately!" His eyes locked onto Wenz's, a smirk growing across his face.
Was that smirk just a blood elf tradition or what?
Wenz forced a small smile at the man but remained silent, to which Slavion greatly appreciated, "Velen, it is good to see you as well."
"So is this your fiance...?" He gestured with a scarlet plate covered hand to Wenz, to which she took his hand gingerly wincing unnoticeably as he pressed his lips to the top of her hand, his eyes dark.
"Wynona, yes, this is my fiance." Slavion narrowed his eyes at the display before pulling the girl back to his side, refusing to acknowledgement the flame of jealousy that flickered in his chest as he did so.
"Wynona? That is an unfamiliar name to me and I have acquainted myself with most of our lady nobles. From what family do you come from my dear?" The Champion's eyes bore into her own and Wenz squeezed Slavion's side gently, reassuringly before replying softly.
"Dear Champion, if I knew I would tell you, but alas my memory does not go as far back to remember the name of my parents who now rest in peace in the highlands. I only go by Wynona, for it was a name given to me by a couple who took me in when I was but a young girl in Shattrah." Her eyes grew misty but she held eye contact with the elf.
Velen fell for the lie, his face grew somber as he took up her hand once more, "I sincerely apologize for forcing you to account for something so tragic. I am glad you have found your way home. I wish you both the greatest of happiness together." He tipped his head to them before clicking at his horse and trotting away.
Slavion sighed in relief, his head falling back on the wood bench so his red hair fell behind him like a curtain, "That fellow is so foul. But you did well."
Wenz shook her head slightly, smiling at the elf, "Have a bit more faith, dearest."
Slavion laughed softly, bringing her closer to his side before whispering in her ear, "Forgive me, but I must ask, do you know how to dance?"
Chills rushed down her spine and her voice came out an octave softer, "Why?" she whispered back, the chills endless as his warm breath fanned over the side of her neck and face.
Slavion grinned broadly before pressing his lips to her cheek slightly, "Because my darling fiance, tomorrow is a big day for us both. The King wants to meet you and he is throwing a ball in your honor."
Wenz's heart was pounding so loudly she almost could not hear what he just said, but she sadly remembered that it all was just an act, but held character enough to giggle softly, "But good sir, my leg..."
"Will not be a problem," he rose gracefully, his black robes swishing about him as he did so, turning to her with an outstretched hand, a teasing smile on his face, "so my lady," he paused once more for dramatic effect, loving the abashed look on her face, "may I have the honor of this dance?"
Nodding numbly, she took his hand letting him help her up, in vain remembering this was all just an act to save both of their lives...but she knew that that itself was getting harder and harder by the minute to stand by alone.
She was truly doomed.
So what will happen next? The King plus a ball...that should be interesting. Thank you all again for reading and reviewing!
~Ever-Wandering