Osiris took a deep breath; she could feel her heart attempting to break out her chest. The guard's words bounced around her head, what had he meant? A question Osiris found herself repeatedly asking herself. Her back was firmly pressed to the wall; she could hear the council's loud mumbles just round the corner. With a brief moment of courage, she immerged in the large room. Silence followed, eyes on her. Her family turned to face her, they stood in the middle of the room in front of the council.
"Osiris." Her mother said breaking the silence. She presented her hand, wanting for her daughter to take it. Her long golden hair was as straight as it could be, it rested neatly against her back. Osiris slowly made her way over, Lolaen hung his head. A spark of anger in what she could see of his eyes. Her grandfather stood proudly as usual, not giving anything away. She took her mothers smooth slim hand. She looked into her bright green eyes, but even her beautiful smile could not hide the sadness within them.
"Now you're here we can proceed." One of the council members announced, he looked to the others in agreement. They all nodded one after another. Osiris gripped her mothers hand tighter, her heart now smashing against her ribcage. Osiris and her family stood in a line in front of the council of Blood elves. There judgmental green eyes not leaving Osiris. There hands all resting on large round table, all ten seats where filled but one.
"As you know Lorrus we have managed to keep our people out of most of the Horde disputes." Lorrus nodded, he locked eyes with the council member. "After the discovery of Pandaria and Garrosh Hellscream's decent into madness, the horde has not been reliable. These days the Horde have been causing more problems than they solve."
"Recently there has been a truce between the Horde and Alliance." An Elder female continued. "This was formed in an attempt to defeat an enemy we share."
"Gul'dan and the Burning Legion." Lorrus suddenly said, Osiris looked to him. His eyes did not falter from the council.
"We have heard reports from Orgrimmar that they have returned, by the hand of Gul'dan." Elyn and Lolaen looked to each other, fear in their eyes. They new of the threat. "The Horde and Alliance attempted to stop him on the Broken Shore. Warchief Vol'jin is dead. The truce between the Horde and Alliance broken." Elyn closed her eyes. Even though the council never stated that the Horde was to blame, she knew that once again that the ways of the Horde. Are not to be trusted. She reopened her eyes and looked to her daughter. Osiris was already piecing together her role in all this, and she was dreading for someone to prove her suspicions.
"Elyn Dawnheart." Said The youngest looking council member. She took a step forward, not letting go of Osiris's hand. "You brought the human child here after the death of its family."
"Slaughter." Elyn corrected.
"Watch your tongue." An an elder council member spat, his hand tightened round his wine glass.
"We allowed you to raise her on one condition, it is time for the child to be of use."
"Osiris Dawnheart, you will be traveling to Stormwind to speak with the new king of the Alliance Anduin Wrynn, about the reasoning behind the Hordes betrayal. Sylvanas Windrunner the new Warchief has given us this responsibility." Her heart sank, it felt like it no longer beat. The drum in her chest had stopped. She focused on the suns rays as they priced into the room, silencing out her mother's shouts of disproval. Osiris knew she had never truly belonged, she was always told that she was found. That her real parents where dead thanks to the Blood elves. Osiris closed her eyes and retuned to the conversation.
"She is not a tool, she is my daughter and will not be used to fix the mistakes of the Horde."
"We are not asking for your permission; she will go weather you like it or not." A council member shouted back. Lorrus had to grab hold of Lolaen with both hands to stop him lunging at the man. He pinned his arms behind his back, not allowing him to reach for his daggers in his belt. He wiggled and spat at the council members angrily.
"Lorrus keep your son under control." A woman yelled. Four guards suddenly surrounded Osiris and her family, there swords drawn.
"Lolaen!" Lorrus shouted in his son's long ears. Lolaen slowly calmed, a burning anger still in his eyes. He stood straight, slightly out of breath. He shook his father's hands from him and straightened his white tunic.
"We will cause no trouble if you aloud us to accompany Osiris." Lorrus told the council calmly, not a piece of anger displayed on his face. But his eyes if you looked closely, where exploding with fury. The council members looked to each other, a few nods where exchanged, others shook their heads.
"We agree with your terms, in two days' time an Alliance mage will arrive on border between the Western Plaugelands and Ghostlands to transport you to Stormwind." Lolaen looked into his father eyes, he then stormed out the room barging into him as he went.
"You should seek more respect from your son Lorrus." A council member sipped his wine smugly.
"No, I should seek his forgiveness." Lorrus left the room, his robes danced round him as he turned the corner swiftly.
"If this works, if Osiris is able to trick the Alliance into another truce. Be warned, it will not work a second time." Elyn then lead her daughter out the room.
Osiris watched from her seated position on a fence as her family strapped their belongings to there Hawkstrider's, her grandfather had suggested they leave that evening. He said the Ghostlands could cause delays in their Journey. Osiris had packed quickly, she had her silver and gold amour on in what felt like seconds. The light metal fitted her slim figure perfectly. The multiple plates allowed naturel movement. The red leather underneath provide even more comfort. She watched as her mother adjusted her leather braces, she then pulled her hood up over her golden hair. She pocked her long ears through the holes in the dark red hood, being careful not to catch the small rings that where pierced into the tip of her ears. Elyn then turned her attention back to her bright red Hawkstrider. Golden amour covered most of its chest and neck. Osiris's own Hawkstrider Light waited patiently next to her. Her belongings strapped to his side.
"Thinking of leaving without me?" A voice suddenly called. Osiris turned her head to the side. Zellen rode his blue feather Hawkstrider, armoured almost exactly like her own. He wore black leather trousers, a red and gold tabard was draped over his dark red shirt. His long dark red cloak covered the back of his Hawkstrider, and his hood rested neatly on top of his short red hair. One hand held the reins of his mount, while the other sat on a brown leather satchel that was strapped over his shoulder.
"Zellen?" Osiris asked surprised, she had avoided telling him that she was leaving.
"Your mother told me what had happened. I offered willingly to accompany you and your family."
"Do not get me wrong I am glad, but your mother and father they agreed?"
"In the end." Zellen laughed. If she could have she would have wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tills he was forced to stop.
"Zellen you're here, good. Everyone mount up, its time to depart." Lorrus announced. Osiris had not really spoke to her family about what had transpired yet, it was all happening to fast to say anything. Lolaen barley let his eyes glance over her. They had all kept her true purpose form her, the one reason she was alive. She went to mount Light, he chirped excitedly. Her eyes suddenly spotted Solanar standing by the fountain in the middle of the courtyard, the setting sun bringing the water alive. She passed her Hawkstrider rains to Zellen, she had correctly guessed that Light tried to follow her as she made her way over to Solanar. He still wore his red and Black amour, the bright red Blood Knights symbol on his chest plate. His eyes did not leave the glistening water.
"You need to keep up your training while your away, I will know if you haven't when you return." Osiris smiled.
"I will try."
"Seek out someone by the name Lord Grayson Shadowbreaker, tell him your story if he doesn't already know it and show him what you can do." Solanar turned and started walking towards the exit of the courtyard.
"Wait!" Osiris called. Solanar stopped but did not turn round, his bright blond hair stood out against his amour. "Who is he?" She asked.
"Someone who might be able to help." With that Solanar left. Osiris did not notice herself reach for her necklace. She looked to the water as Solanar did. The water reflected the light of the sun into her eyes making her squint slightly, the drops of water spurting from the the fountain was mesmerising to watch. She was soon brought back to reality by the call of her name. She made her way back over to Zellen, Light pulled the reins out of his hands as she got close. She calmed him with a pat to the neck and mounted him swiftly.
Osiris soon found herself on top of a hill, SilverMoon city in the distance. The setting sun behind it, doing its best to blind her. Her family had not looked back once on there way. But she could not have resisted the urge. She knew not when she would return, but she knew she would return different. In her life at SilverMoon she had never come into contact with a human, and she remembered nothing from when she was a baby. Now she was heading right into the heart of the Alliance. To have an audience with the leader of the humans, the king of Stormwind himself. She was leaving almost everything she knew behind. If she did not have her family at her side she did not know what she would have done.
"Osiris?" Zellen called. Osiris took one last long look at the land that lay itself out before her. the gentle warmth of the sun tingled her skin, and its light brought life to her sad blue eyes. Even the ruins of SilverMoon shone with hope. She turned away from the shining white and red buildings. Her eyes locked on Zellen, she could tell he felt the same way about leaving home behind. Leaving everything he knew. She attempted a smile as she ordered Light to walk towards him.
"Lets go." She told him, Osiris did not look back as her home disappeared behind the golden leaves of a twisting white trunked tree.
