Author's note: This chapter needed alot of work as it was halfway written before the Wrathgate questline was released so the Undercity has changed alot since then. Hope ya'll enjoy.
Tyrena's eyes fluttered open slowly as she let out a humble sigh. She looked down and saw Darkhin's head resting on her stomach. After giving him her appreciative kiss, the travelling and near death experience caught up with them and they passed out on his bed. Darkhin was curled up like a baby against her. Tyrena suddenly felt sympathy for him. Being a Forsaken, he couldn't remember his parents or loved ones from his previous life. She couldn't imagine how comforted he felt being with her. Most Forsaken she ever heard about were loners or cruel-hearted vengeance seekers. Darkhin was so different. He was in a class of his own.
She knew they had to leave soon to the Undercity, but Tyrena figured she would let Darkhin sleep for a little longer. She slipped out of the bed, replacing her body with a pillow. Darkhin stirred and moaned, but eventually got comfortable again. She took the moment to look around. His house was small and plain, as if he didn't spend much time there. She noted the empty armor stand in the corner of the front room and felt a twinge of regret as she was never able to reclaim his armor when she had the chance. If she were perhaps stronger, maybe she could've gotten all of it.
There were no other decorations in the house other than a small stick lying on the mantle of the fireplace. When she approached it, she realized it was a wand. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Warriors didn't use wands.
"I found that when I woke up."
Darkhin's voice startled her from behind. She spun around asking, "Woke up?"
"From death." He had his arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame that separated the front room and his bedroom. "I woke up in the tomb and as I began working for my Forsaken brethren, I happened to find it at the bottom of my backpack that I woke up with."
"If you were a warrior, why were you given a wand?"
He shrugged. "I don't really think I was given it for me to use. I think it's a link to my past, but I just don't know what."
Tyrena let out a curious sigh as she glanced at the wand once more. Was he once a magic user of some sort?
"Let's get moving." He continued. "We aren't safe here, they could be here any minute."
They packed their things up and headed out of Darkhin's home. Outside, they were greeted by Stranger. He happened to find his own way to them.
"What a clever horse you are." His master said with a smile as he patted the horse's boney head. The night elf and the Forsaken hopped onto Stranger's back and together, the three of them headed for the Undercity.
Tyrena could see the ruins of a once proud human kingdom from Darkhin's front door. Lordaeron was always a legend. Now it was the home to the Forsaken race. It was only a five minute trot to the gates. Inside the city was even worse than the outside. The waters were now green and like ooze. The grass was dead and the stone walls and pillars were crumbled to pieces, but Darkhin headed past all this. He went into the depths of the place where Tyrena immediately spotted two huge, red armored orc guards. On approaching them, Darkhin dismounted and helped her down as well. Stranger knew he was no longer needed, so he followed the trail back home. Darkhin led Tyrena up to the guards, who were poised for attack.
One spoke, in a gruff Orcish voice. Tyrena noticed the language was strange and exotic, but unreadable to her. "We are ordered to kill Alliance on sight. Why is that you are escorting and protecting one in our city?"
"I am High Warlord Darkhin Sinsword. This elf and I are in danger of the Alliance. We come seeking refuge in my home." Darkhin bowed his head respectfully.
The guards exchanged glances. "That is beyond our control, you must have an audience with Lady Sylvanas. She will decide what to do with you." The guard raised his hand and performed some sort of small spell. "The guards have been alerted to your presence, head straight to the royal quarter. If you act in anyway suspicious the guards will apprehend you."
Darkhin nodded cautiously and he whispered to Tyrena, "Stay close to me, no matter what."
"You won't have to worry about that."
They stepped into the elevator and ventured down into the Undercity. Once they entered the upper ring, mostly everyone stopped to stare at the elf cowering behind the Forsaken warrior. Darkhin led her down a ramp and past the bank that was being run by transparent ghosts. Silence seemed to fall everywhere they stepped. Tyrena felt the air was thick with bloodthirst. Even as she was walking in a sea of threatening glares, she couldn't help to admire the home the Forsaken made themselves. It was cleverly underground, dark and gothic. It suited the Forsaken taste perfectly. They came down to the outer ring and crossed over a green, bubbling moat. They passed many more guards as they entered a long hall. Each guard readying their weapons at them as they slipped by. Finally they entered a large room. On the center platform was a tall slender elf woman, but she was no longer an elf. Her skin was grey and she wore a black robe and cowl. Her eyes glowed but were like daggers piercing anything that crossed them. Darkhin kneeled before her. Tyrena saw this and followed the motion.
"You may speak." Lady Sylvanas's voice was haunting and beautiful.
"My Dark Lady, I am High Warlord Darkhin Sinsword. I have crossed many battlefields in your honor. I now come to you in a moment of desperation. This elf and I are being pursued by an Alliance mafia. I implore you to protect us long enough to make the mafia give up their chase."
Tyrena listened to Darkhin plead to his leader in Gutterspeak. When it seemed he was finished, the Lady's eyes were upon her.
"What is your name elf?" She asked, though it was more of a demand than a question.
"Tyrena Moon… heart. My name is Tyrena Moonheart."
Darkhin bit his lower lip. 'Why did she lie about her name?!'
"Sinsword, your name is well known and I have recognized your efforts in the battlefield. We will form an agreement with this mafia to clear your name. We might even have to pay for your freedom so consider this repayment for your hard work. I don't like paying off criminals, but I 'd rather not pick a fight with any Alliance as we stand with them right now. As for the elf, I can't be expected to trust a night elf that won't give me her true name."
Darkhin winced, hoping Sylvanas would have sympathy.
"I'm sorry your highness." Tyrena bowed lower. "My name is connected to a dark past, my surname is truly Moonleaf."
"Moonleaf?" Sylvanas seemed interested. "That does make a difference. I recognize that name."
"My Lady?" Darkhin sought an answer.
"Does the name Thallous mean anything to you Sinsword?"
Darkhin knew Tyrena's eyes were upon him, but he couldn't look at her. "I only know that he was a man Tyrena once knew."
"That is only partially true," Sylvanas continued, "in fact he was a man that Tyrena loved."
Darkhin's head dropped, ready to hear the worst.
"Thallous was Tyrena's twin brother. The reason she probably did not tell you this was because she killed him and now the Alliance has a warrant for her arrest."
This time, Darkhin did look over at Tyrena. Her head sunk and she had tears cascading down her cheeks, falling to the stone floor.
"You killed your own brother?!" Darkhin asked her, feeling shocked and betrayed.
Tyrena looked up at him, her eyes were glazed over with pain and sorrow. "It's not what you think. It was an accident, I was learning to transform and-"
"Enough of this!" Sylvanas stopped them both. "Sinsword, you are finished here, you will no longer need to run. This elf will be put into confinement, I'm sure the Alliance will pay a hefty price to have her in their stockade. Maybe enough to pay off this mafia."
With a wave of her thin hand, Sylvanas ordered a guard to take away the elf. "Darkhin! Darkhin please! Help me!" She screamed at him, but he could only look at the floor as she was dragged off to the prison quarter. His heart was screaming after her, but his mind couldn't help but think that she had used him to escape her crime. He felt that it was her plan all along to get him to fall for her, so he would take her far away from the authorities pursuing her.
"Sinsword." Sylvanas barked and grabbed his attention. "Move along."
He nodded and murmured, "Thank you my Dark Lady."
He trudged out of the royal quarter, his emotions still being torn to pieces. How could Tyrena keep something like that from him? The questions that ran through his mind were heartwrenching. He couldn't decide if Tyrena's feelings for him were true now. As he stopped, he realized he stopped in the center of the Undercity right in front of the bank. There he saw Ashiz, one of the 'Darkhin Sinsword fan club' members. She walked past him, giving him a fake 'hello' smile. She didn't recognize him or perhaps she had forgotten him. Did Darkhin Sinsword even exist anymore? As he stood pondering, he suddenly realized something. It didn't matter if Tyrena loved him or not. He loved her and that was all that mattered now.