Chapter Nine
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"Be without fear in the face of your enemies. Be brave and upright that God may love thee. Speak the Truth. Even if it leads to your Death. Safeguard the helpless. That is your oath,"
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"Those are the biggest and ugliest ships I had the displeasure to see," muttered Tyrande to Alleia who merely nodded as the floating excuse that is called a ship nearly crashed to their harbor sending half the dock workers running back to dry land on safety.
Alleia beside her only nodded in affirmation as the thing that resembled more of a floating log than a ship cast off its ropes to the Kaldorei on the harbor as it docked. For people who had great armor and put painstaking effort on their designs, Tyrande for the life of her can't understand why their ship looked so well...plain and bulky. Though Tyrande had to admit, the wide white sails bearing the emblem of the Templars and the Free Knights put on the sails is an intimidation tactic. No wonder that the Harbor Master panicked at the sight of the approaching ships. They're massive and had great hulls of iron that the Priestess is sure that it is not simply there for design.
She and Tyrande with the aid of the windrider barely made it twenty minutes before the largest of the ships dock on the harbor while the remaining ones stay anchored a little well off since the harbors of Darkshore aren't designed to accomodate such large and bulky vessels. Together with them is Rhaenys, the Sentinel Commander of Darkshore and thirty of her guards to help evacuate Alleia in case their assumptions that their allies came in peace is misguided. Though Tyrande seriously doubted that.
However her interest about ships and betrayals immediately flew out of the window as a familiar figure with jet black messy hair and green eyes with a small ponytail at his back jumped off the side of the ship in his white and cross-designed armor, landing a little less nimbly than a regular Kaldorein on his feet at the waters of the shore. Rising up, Tyrande can't help but feel her cheeks heat up a bit as the handsome face of the Grandmaster beamed as his sight landed on her and Alleia.
Judging from the faint squeak beside her. Tyrande would bet her shoe that her best friend reacted the same way as she did.
Crossing the distance easily between them, the Templar Grandmaster and ruler of Vroengard bowed respectfully at them as protocol dictated. "High Priestess Alleia, Priestess Tyrande," he greeted. "Thank you for allowing my ship docking to your shores,"
For a moment Tyrande wondered if her best friend had been overcome with nervousness. She did not try to show it, but Tyrande could see that Alleia had missed Harrold a great deal on these past few months. No surprises there, the High Priestess is usually an isolated person thanks to her position and difference with the other Elves; with her connection to Elune. Tyrande had never seen Alleia relaxed completely with someone other than her, and now Harrold. It did not take a genius to see that the High Priestess have feelings for the Templar Grandmaster.
However no matter how much the two liked each other, formality must always be observed at times like these; especially with a public crowd on the background. Showing off after all has always been a tradition to all species when presenting their race or even village on a best foot forward anyways.
Tyrande was just deciding whether to cough to remind her best friend of her duties as High Priestess when Alleia beat her to it.
"You're welcome Grandmaster. Welcome to Darkshore. I hope that you find our docks satisfactory for your err..ship," finished the High Priestess looking skeptically at the floating pathetic excuse of a ship. It seems that not only Tyrande have strong negative opinions pertaining the Templars' choice of transportation.
Acting as if he did not heard the wordings about his boat Harrold merely bowed. "Forgive me for not sending any of you any messages about my apparent arrival. But I didn't waste any time coming here once I got word that some of my men had caused an offence to your people which can cause your trust in mine to break no matter how unintentional it is,"
Tyrande watched silently as Alleia's face becomes guarded as the Night Elves who had gathered to listen to the conversation began to whisper immediately to one another at the Templar Grandmaster's words.
"I believe that we should bring our discussion indoors Grandmaster without anyone eavesdropping on us. The services of the dock and the town are welcome for your men in your ship. As for you, please follow me Grandmaster,"
Finished with her speech, Alleia turned and strutted away like the persona that a High Priestess of Elune showed on public as the crowd parted for her and the Sentinel bodyguards she had with her. Tyrande only looked at Harrold who gave her a shrug before turning to his young squire, whom Tyrande recognized the same on in the forest.
"I'll be fine Mr. Creevey. Go around and enjoy yourself until then. Be respectful to the Elves here alright? They're a bit different from the ones on the Grey Havens,"
"Are you sure my lord?" asked Colin giving her and the other elves a distrustful look. "You'll be alone against these sava-,"
"I advise that you do not finish that word Colin," cut off Harrold. "We are here as diplomats. Remember to watch your opinions always when you are at foreign soil my young squire. Now go! I'll be fine. Stop worrying about me so much,"
"Yes my lord," bowed the young Terran with a chastised look on his face before walking off to the streets. Harrold merely watched him go before following at Alleia's wake.
Striding after him at the back, Tyrande gestured for Rhaenys, the Sentinel Commander of Dark Shore to walk with her. In a second, the armored Kaldorei is immediately at her side.
"Is there something you need Priestess?"
"Yes," nodded Tyrande. "I had a favor to ask Rhaenys. Would you mind checking the village to see if my student, Arko'Narin is currently on town. If she is, tell her that I am commanding her to accompany that boy who had been standing beside the Grandmaster and show him around,"
"But what if she's not here Priestess?" asked the Sentinel Commander.
Tyrande just smiled at her with mischievous eyes. "Then I suggest that you be the one to accompany him Rhaenys," the Priestess of Elune immediately strode forward faster after the Grandmaster ignoring the squawk of protest from the indignant Sentinel Commander who has been left behind.
Tyrande isn't surprised when Alleia led them simply to one of the larger houses in Darkshore instead of the halls of the residing Priestess which is a lot farther. Alleia has never been one for pomp and ceremony and would rather want to get to see things done instead of doing it in a place where she held the illusion of the position of power, a practice that the former High Priestess before her loved indulging with which belittled whoever she was speaking to at the moment.
.After politely asking the family owning it to allow them use of the Living Room for the discussion. Alleia gestured for Harrold and her to go outside while the Sentinels that Rhaenys provided stood at the entrance of the house to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on the discussion.
The Priestess of Elune though is caught by surprise when the moment that the door closed; he immediately fired a light on it which caused it to glow blue. Tyrande panicked for a second thinking that this is some trap to assassinate the High Priestess and is a second from the pulling the hidden knife she strapped to her left thigh inside her dress for emergency cases like this one when Harrold turned on them and before she could react. Draw both her and a startled High Priestess to a powerful hug.
"I've missed you both!" laughed the Templar quite loudly pressing them towards him and nearly lifting her and her best friend a foot from the ground as he swayed them both like rag dolls , not an ounce of formality he displayed outside showing anymore.
"Harrold! Harrold! Put us down!" squeaked Alleia to her right in a panic. Tyrande didn't know if it is because of unsettlement or nervousness that any second now, the door would be trampled down by angry Night Elven Sentinels to check on their two leaders.. "The guards outside will hear you,"
"Dont' worry about them Allie," chuckled Harrold as he daintily put them down, letting go of his arms at their waists that lifted them like rag dolls. "That light on the door is a silencing spell. They won't hear anything that we are speaking inside here unless I allow it too or lift the spell,"
"I-I see," smiled the High Priestess and much to Tyrande's shock, her ever stoic and emotional best friend who didn't smile much these past few months tackled the taller Templar, pressing her cheek against his chest since she is a head shorter than him despite the advantages of Kaldorei in height compared to humans.
"I missed you Harrold," mumbled the Night Elf, her silver hair morphing back to her violet ones as her hands pressed to him.
The Templar Grandmaster's arms slowly encircled her in return reluctantly as if not believing that the Kaldorei in front of him is real. "And I missed you too my beautiful High Priestess,"
Tyrande wanted nothing more than to coo and sigh watching her best friend turn happy again. It's high time Alleia, had a mate and no one else deserved it more than her. Harrold is a good choice for her, and for that Tyrande is glad. She wondered how she would approach Alleia about the subject of her sharing her mate with her. She knew in her heart Alleia would agree, but a part of her felt bad that she is taking what little of the good that her best friend had on her life. Still, Tyrande can't deny her feelings.
Her heart had practically leaped to her throat when Harrold embraced her. The feel of his chiseled chest in fact rubbing on her own well-endowed ones is still clinging to her mind. While Alleia liked Harrold for his kindness and honor, not to mention masculinity. Tyrande liked him for his character on idealism. That person is a good leader, she could see it with the way his men looked at him. Leading soldiers, and ordering them to fight to their deaths is a taboo for many generals and leave them a bad light for the soldiers at their command. Harrold didn't have that problem which spoke spades of his character already to her. She just wondered if the feelings she had for him are not simply admiration, but feelings of attraction indeed. Alleia would be devastated if she allowed her to be courted by Harrold and Tyrande dump him since her feelings are all wrong. Not that she didn't appreciate him as a male, for she certainly does.
Once done with the cuddling and embracing that he is doing with her best friend. He turned and smiled at her where she remained standing all this time. "Priestess Tyrande, its good to see you again. You look good I might say," he commented, his eyes going up and down her form which is covered by the regular Priestess robes of the Temple of Elune.
Tyrande flattered by his comment unlike Alleia who would have blushed to her hair instead merely let off same challenging smirk that she gave off when they first met.
"And I might say that ruling agreed with you Harrold. You have better and cleaner armor than the last time I have seen you,"
"Well I did not roll over a forest of mud and leaves before presenting myself to you this time Tyrande," chuckled the Grandmaster. "Besides; if you call my grey hair,the results of ruling and building Vroengard an improvement. I might say I'll take that as a compliment Tyrande,"
"I believe it is worth it?" asked Tyrande.
"It is," nodded the Templar Grandmaster, pride showing on his face. "Vroengard Island is now a paradise. You should come and see it. It's barely recognizable very different from the place of monsters before, eh Tyrande?"
"I'll see it to believe it," said the Priestess simply before looking at Alleia who had her hand enclosed to that of Harrold, mischievously. The High Priestess seeing her glare immediately gave her a warning look that clearly says: "Don't you dare!" Tyrande's smirk only grew wider.
"I might say Grandmaster,"spoke the Priestess snarkily keeping her eyes glued on Alleia who looked panicked. "Does the beauty of your island home compare to the beauty of our High Priestess here?"
"It certainly does," replied the Terran with conviction on his voice. "Though I had to admit, High Priestess Alleia looked much much more beautiful," his sound then turn to a thoughtful one. "I had to say though Allie, you've gotten a little fat from the last time I saw you,"
Tyrande promptly face planted to the ground at his statement.
"What a dense and stupid person," her thoughts complained.
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Harrold didn't know why but as he sat there right now if front of the fuming High Priestess with an equally totally amused Tyrande at her side covering her mouth to stop herself from giggling, the Templar Grandmaster had no idea what he did wrong as he rubbed the red spot on his face with his hand gingerly where the palm of the pissed off High Priestess remained after she slapped him.
"I didn't even know what I did wrong. Women are really weird and fickle creatures," thought Harrold as he continued rubbing his cheek which had taken the brunt of the High Priestess' ire. Still, he had to admit that Alleia looked totally cute when she is fuming. The way her cheeks bunch up themselves on her face made her look positively adorable.
Still, he can't believe his luck he is here right now though. The High Priestess which had been the object of his less than innocent dreams these past few months, (not that he tried and failed to suppress it) are right here in front of him right now. She is even more beautiful than Harrold remembered the last time he saw her. Her face still shone like alabaster with their exotic color, and her body is literally a body of a goddess, in his opinion despite it covered with the Priestess' robes she wore. For once, Harrold wished that he would see Alleia in a Sentinel attire. He just wondered if he could survive such a sight with her scantily clad. The fact remains however that the woman he seriously considered settling down with is right here in front of him and he even managed to pluck up the courage to hug her and allow himself a few touches of her hands when he entered acting not bothered at all though he was shaking into his boots. How they did not notice the clinking sound of his chainmail in his nervousness was a bloody miracle.
"I assume you know why I am here?" spoke Harrold once one of the servants knocked on the door asking for entry carrying a pitcher of wine with her and glasses for all three of them. Harrold did not miss the look of longing she gave him when she passed that sent shivers into his spine.
"I do," answered Alleia going back to her usual fashion of stoicism that marked her as the High Priestess of Elune and the leader of her people. In fact that is one of the reasons that Harrold liked about here. Alleia is a patriot through and through and knew how to set aside her personal feelings for the good of her people. "Though I'm not sure if my speculations are right or not,"
"I believe it is," answered Harrold simply. "I'm here because I heard the incident about the vault between the Wardens there and some of my knights and scouts a few months ago. My...subordinate and trusted friend had hidden the information from me and I only knew about it yesterday. I'm here to deal with the repercussions of the actions of my men there and explain them,"
He was quite surprised when Alleia stopped drinking, holding the glass in midair a she stared into him in wonder. Even Tyrande had a look of surprise that she covered up immediately into that of a stoic and bored mask, to resume a calm conversation. Alleia however had no such reservations on showing her reaction.
"How did you know about the Vault?" she demanded not quite kindly to him.
"The Vault? Seriously Alleia, you need a better name for your priso-,"
"Just answer the question Grandmaster!" cut off the High Priestess making Harrold sigh knowing that the woman he had lain with is deadly serious with this.
"One of the Sentinels that accompanied my men from the Grey Havens have aided on tracking my lost knights down to the shores of Ashenvale. She told the ones who had accompanied her about the prison and what it holds,"
"They didn't enter did they?" asked Alleia.
Harrold only shook his head in negative. "No, they didn't. Only the Sentinel went in and dragged the wounded Wardens there to the surface to be treated by my men,"
"Good, that would lessen the heat against you at least," sighed the High Priestess in relief. "Entering the Vault and killing one of the Wardens there is a crime justifiable enough on our culture to be executed,"
"I see," nodded Harrold thoughtfully before looking at her deeply. "I believe that the news of what happened at the Vault had spread already?"
"It did. In fact the message only came yesterday from a runner of the Vault. Right now, most people are still unaware of it, but I believe that what happened there and who had been set free would cause a massive uproar to the people by the end of this week unless I tell the council something about what happened there. Many are afraid and nervous that you and the other Terrans are planning to backstab us now that you had the other Night Elves on Vroengard hostage. Waging war on you would cause them to be executed by the dozens,"
"They're not hostages!" Harrold can't help but scoff. The very idea of killing unarmed and illegally beautiful women doesn't simply sat right with him. And the thought of using civilians as hostages and shields during a war is a complete anathema to him.
"I know they're not Harrold," said Alleia in a soothing voice. "I know your personality and that of your people didn't fell on that order. However my people are simply afraid Harrold and you as well as I know how fear can make even the best of men turn into idiots,"
Harrold merely remained silent for a moment. He had to admit, Alleia did raise strong points. If he still is at Terra, he would have been very skeptical if a large force that came out of nowhere looking like squids came into his dungeon and ran away with his worst prisoner after scaring half the guards on the process. Even if the said leader of the squids claim that they do not plan to harm then anytime soon.
The Grandmaster felt his shoulders sag as he stared with a smirk at the beautiful High Priestess. "You have any idea how dull you make me feel sometimes,"
"Well without me, life for you won't be interesting at all Grandmaster," chimed Alleia, the business like tone of hers going out of the proverbial window. This caused a snort from the Priestess who had remained silent all this time at her right. Raising an eyebrow in question at Tyrande who simply replied with her usual feral smirk of challenge. It amazed Harrold how fast his crush's moods turn from zero to hero in a split second.
"So what do we from here?" asked Harrold to the High Priestess who had reclined on her chair.
"You're asking me?" she blinked owlishly looking innocent...very innocent.
"Alleia," growled Harrold in warning at the playful act which earned him a cute giggle.
"Alright, alright Harrold. Let's start with how this all started and get all the facts in the table. We'll see then where we go from there alright?"
"Yes my lady," replied Harrold in habit as he usually does to Sybilla, the king's sister at Jerusalem which earned him two cute giggles from Tyrande looking at Alleia who went three different shades of color on her cheeks from light violet to red violet and then to deep red violet as she refused to meet Harrold's eyes.
Quite confused by her blush, Harrold merely acted a blind eye as he then began narrating everything that he and Malfoy managed to piece together with the information of the knights that his second-in-command had sent to gather with the Sentinel with them. It almost made Harrold stop telling them what happened when the two began giggling again when he explained how they built the makeshift boat to pursue him and Tyrande at the thought of him being abducted. However he did notice something strange with their eyes when he mentioned the Delacour heiress; describing her as "incredibly beautiful" and "had the bluest eyes I've ever seen" and "can turn heads every time she passed by". He made a mental note to drill that from them later when their business about this is finished. Still, sharing all the information; including that of Harrold's and Draco's speculations with them took at least two hours with all their questioning until the entire story is finally pulled out to the open leaving everyone in deep silence with their own thoughts as company.
Finally it was Alleia who broke the silence. "You're going south after them aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes," nodded Harrold in affirmation. "Now more than ever. If this Warden, Maiev Shadowsong is as good as you say come to grips with Cedric and Fleur if they are still alive and not murdered by the Betrayer, they would fight to kill and that would lessen our opinion on your people even more,"
"They won't,"
"What?" Alleia and Harrold turned to Tyrande who had spoken out loud.
"They won't be betrayed," the High Priestess spoke forcefully. "I've known Illidan my entire life. He did only what he did out of desperation before. He felt that he would be useless without magic and he was right. However if there is one thing that I know about Illidan is the fact that he's loyal to his friends and he fully repay his debts in full,"
"Good," said Harrold in relief. He had worried a lot for his two friends and the men with them. "So I head south, find Illidan if I can and Maiev. Bring them back here safe and sound. While Alleia stays here and share the entire facts at Moonglade and stop any unrest that these events might cause. Did I just miss anything?"
"Yes you did," spoke Alleia. "You're not going to be able to order Maiev around like a common soldier. That Kaldorei is highly independent and would not be easily dissuaded from her hunt of the Shadow Hunter. You'll need a Priestess with you,"
"And who is the unlucky sod that I will be traveling with?" asked Harrold, not happy that they need to bring a Priestess with them. Their ships aren't luxurious after all at the moment.
"That would be me," spoke Tyrande making Harrold look at her. "And fifty Sentinels I'm bringing with me. Hope your men at the boat have space for beauties like us eh?" she snarked sarcastically as usual.
The Templar Grandmaster's protest died on his throat however when Alleia added her last coin.
"This is final Grandmaster. Don't argue anymore,"
Sighing in acceptance, Harrold ruffled his hair and spoke in a defeated voice. "Very well. Then let's get this show on the road from tomorrow morning. I hope we all do well, there are a lot of things to be done and I wish I can finish all this before all my hair turns grey in worry for everyone,"
"Turn hair in grey?" questioned Alleia curiously. Harrold despite himself can't help but let off a little frown in her direction.
"Yes, when I became stressed and age faster than usual. You don't know about this?"
Two heads shook in negative. Harrold only chuckled as he took his cup of wine and raise it to them. "Well that's another thing you know about us Terrans,"
As Harrold drank it, he didn't notice the distressed face that suddenly appeared on the High Priestess' face.
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Faint shufflings came from the bed beside hers confirming only Tyrande' suspicions about her best friend. Pretending to be asleep, the Priestess of the Moon didn't move a muscle as the person finished in what she assumed, dressing as she exited the house by the main door barely making a sound. If not for the fact of the thousands of experience that she had at her belt, Tyrande would have missed her completely.
Counting to one hundred, then Tyrande immediately left her own bed not bothering to wear anything other than her underclothes as she picked up her own bow and arrows, placing the ever familiar hunting knife at her thigh and run off as silent as the air she breathed after her best friend.
It did not take long for her to find Alleia's trail. The High Priestess might be a good negotiator and admirable leader, rolling over the problems of politics and morale like a moonsaber on the snow. But she is not exactly built to be that good on the build of stealth. That doesn't mean that she's a pathetic warrior. Oh no, very far from it in fact. Alleia is as good as she was ruthless. That after all had been the effect that the war against the Highborne left on the High Priestess.
As much as she had a hunch on knowing where her best friend is going to, Tyrande held fast to her trail avoiding the patrolling Sentinels on the night as she followed the trail outside of Darkshore for a few miles.
Night pressed deep on the jungles and already the sounds of predators moving on the forest are heard. Any living thing that is not a Night Elf would have pissed their pants in fear already, but not so Tyrande. In fact; she took pleasure on the blessings of Night like her entire race. Kaldorei never felt so alive until the moon comes and kicks the sun out of the sky.
Following the trail a few miles once more, Tyrande isn't surprised to see her friend crouched over the side of a lake, her cloak nearly making her invisible as she grunted again and again as her focus is directed at the massive root of Nordassil that dips on the water. Her hair is deep violet, her regular ones and Tyrande believed that it is that way because of her fear of being found out tonight. After all, only the High Priestess and a very few Kaldorei is blessed by Elune to have silver hair.
"Alleia," Tyrande softly called out once she's nearer and as she expected, her friend let off a small "eep" as she is startled and promptly fell on her butt, the knife on her hand covered in splinters on the blade and sap falling on the grass.
"Tyra!" exclaimed Alleia in no small amount of surprise and fear as she struggled to hide the knife and jar which Tyrande noticed is filled with green sap on her cloak. "What are you doing here on the dead of night?"
"I could say the same for you," pointed out the Priestess of Elune. She can't help but notice the dried tear tracks on Alleia's face, falling from her eyes and passing through the tattoos on it that indicated how much she cried. "What you are doing is going against everything that you have swore to do as the High Priestess, Alleia! You know as well as I do how our people would react once they know what you planned to do with the sap of Nordassil you had just taken! They would tear you to pieces at worst and hang you at best,"
"I know," snapped the High Priestess her voice cracking showing the struggle that is in her right now that Tyrande could detect clearly. "By Mother Elune, I know! But I had to do this Tyra! I-I love him! I can't let him die! I can't! I'm so sorry! Report me to the council after this if you will and I would leave. But please, don't stop me right now," begged Alleia.
Tyrande only blinked. Of course she knew who is the reason behind all this though he had no part on it. As Harrold explained to them the intricacies of human life, how it is limited to an average of eighty if they are lucky and past that, extremely lucky to the two of them. One look at Alleia's impassive face on her side made her aware how dismayed and afraid her best friend was. It had come to a shock to her too as much as the next Kaldorei, but for Alleia who had barely nothing on her life, it was too much. When Harrold inquired about the reason behind the question, her best friend walked out with the reasoning she need to answer the call of nature leaving Tyrande to explain their race's longevity to him. She didn't need to follow Alleia to know that her best friend bawled her eyes out.
Apparently Alleia mistook Tyrande's silence right now as something wrong for she immediately fell on her knees in front of Tyrande's feet, not bothering to hide her tears any longer.
"Please Tyra, I've given everything I had for our people and asked nothing for return. Grant me this one last boon for the sake of our friendship. Please Tyra, don't stop me and don't blame Harrold for what I do. He knows nothing of this. Please Tyra..please..," she then put her forehead at the soles of Tyrande's toes, nearly kissing the ground, begging.
Tyrande can't help but feel her heart break seeing her best firend degrade herself even more. She hated seeing her beg, seeing her sacrifice again everything for someone else. She can't help but don't prompted her to be so selfless? She had always given everything to everyone. She gave in to her parents' insistence to be a Priestess instead of a Sentinel. She gave in to her when Tyrande asked that she volunteer to be a candidate into being a High Priestess instead of her. She gave in when her people practically shoved the responsibility down her throat without question. Now she's giving in again because of a human. Only this time, it might cost her life.
"Is this love? Is this how it affects people?" thought Tyrande to herself looking down at her best friend in wonder. "Many millennia we have been friends Alleia, but I can never understand you until now,"
Of course Tyrande knew what she is about to do. Only one plausible way is possible that Alleia can do when she collected the sap. She is about to share the blessings of her race to the human who had unwittingly impregnated her and captured her heart. The only hiccup there is the fact that she will use the prohibited Arcane magic that the Kaldorei people disregarded for millennia. Something that not only can enrage the people at their priestess and remove her from power, but also practically sign her sentence to death.
Of course Tyrande could stop that. She could knock out Alleia here and report her. She is a priestess and could put the High Priestess under arrest. She will be mad, but she will live. On the other hand, accepting her wishes put her at risk. If even one knew, the secret is out and Alleia would be grease of blood on the forest floor.
Looking at her right now begging, Tyrande wanted nothing else but to bash her head to the nearest tree. Why oh why do these hard decisions fall on her? She had been forced once on this condorum whe she was made to choose between Illidan and Malfurion as possible suitors. She failed epicly on that regard. Illidan pined after her, but Malfurion despite being passionate at first, soon dried up. The damage was done and Illidan was imprisoned then and Furion slept leaving her broken. Now that she thought about it, it was Alleia who had supported her the entire way back to health. The decision is then final for her and made without question.
Tyrande slowly crouched towards her best friend letting her arms envelope the crying High Priestess pulling her closer to her as she rested her chin on the top of her head.
"It's alright Alleia. I-I'll keep your secret. Do what needs to be done. I'm along with you the entire way.
If it is possible, Alleia bawled even more as she practically cracked Tyrande's ribs with her own hug. Tyrande herself can't help but let off her own tears. She might not be very good at feelings, but she is sure that if love is true. Then this is what true love really means between two souls that are not only best friends, but also sisters in all but name.
None of them noticed the glowing green eyes that observed the entire scene the entire time, listening to their conversation.
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I know2x hope you liked the interaction between Tyra and Alleia. Please fav.
Next chapter would be going south to the deserts. Only a clue then about what would happen next.
*I really love Rohan and also Thorin Oakenshield hihihi
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Thank you for supportin my story. Ill be posting a new one soon, a one-shot that Cass, the old author sent me. hihihi
See ya around readers.
PS: Possible names for Dwarven Mountains.
PPS: Calling the role call for bad Maiev or good one. Other than Illidan, whom do you want for the Knights to be paired with her? Draco and The Weasley twins are currently out of the question.
