Part Ten: The Voice in the Darkness

Illiana crouched in a dark corner of the sith fortress. Beyond the next room were three green dragons and a night elf. She had escaped the three women below and was certain the human was the jedi's padawan, but now these others were blocking her way and flight from this base was near impossible. Dragons. Why did it have to be dragons? And why was the padawan here? Surely the jedi and night elves didn't come here seeking her…they knew nothing about her. Were they tracking her mother? She regretted leaving the old elf behind, but her plans were not dependant on her mother's escape. Besides, she was taught the jedi did not execute their prisoners unless they were sith purebloods, and her mother was an elf not a sith. She peered from the darkness to watch one of the green dragons linger near the lifts to the base of the mountain. Its tail moved from left to right in a languid fashion like a cat. Beside it was the night elven woman. She turned to look in Illiana's direction and she ducked back just in time to avoid detection from the night elf. What were they doing here?

'Everything is in ruins,' she thought to herself. 'What am I to do now?'

She looked around trying to think of different routes out of the fortress. There were some old speeders on the next to highest level of the fortress, but she wasn't sure if the power cells were still charged nor if any of them were fast enough to outrun a dragon. She closed her eyes and calmed her breathing.

'Nothing is in ruin,' a voice said in her head. 'You can still taint the Sunwell. What has happened cannot change that. They are not aware of the plan.'

Illiana opened her eyes. It had been almost a year since she heard that voice. It was the one that set her on her path…showed her the way to power. 'The jedi is here,' she replied. 'The girl knows…and she is powerful…more powerful than I imagined.' And she wasn't lying. Had the woman not been distracted by the other's fight with her mother, Illiana was certain the human would have beaten her. All of her teaching she received from Drakus, and the power at her grasp, yet it was still not enough even against this one woman. During the conflict she tried to tap into the fear she was certain her opponent was feeling, but the woman was an emotionless void in the Force. While the padawn didn't tire she felt weakened. Drakus had taught her to harness other's fears and anger during battle to embolden her connection to the dark side. He said that it was the way of all sith. But the woman was like a machine when they fought with no feelings whatsoever. The padawan's master would be even more powerful and even more detached from his emotions. No wonder the sith feared his kind.

'You are a dark lord…nothing can stop you. The girl is weak and so is her master.'

The voice was almost oppressive as it always had been. It first spoke to her during one of her training exercises fifteen years before. At first she thought it was only her own mind playing tricks on her…the dark struggling with the light. At the time she was curious about her birthmother wondering where she was, what she was doing, and why she had left her all alone with the old crone. What circumstance or demands of her father had driven her to leave Illiana behind? And did her mother miss her as much as she missed her. She yearned to meet her and wanted that familial bond that Drakus never shared with her. Despite what the old sith desired, Illiana loved her mother. The taint of the light side of the Force dwelled within her soul. But the voice changed all of that. It was not Drakus or Narcis or Azshara…it was something else. It was powerful…more powerful than anything Illiana imagined possible. It told her things and showed her things that Drakus would not teach her…or could not teach her. Since that time until little over a year ago…when she began her search for Raeva…it had been there always in her thoughts. But once she started looking for her mother it simply stopped.

'With the drill pointed at the center of the world they dare not touch you. Because of that you are invincible,' the voice continued. 'That is true power.'

It was true that the voice was the reason she had the device implanted in her chest. She never would have thought of using the old drill as leverage until it suggested the failsafe. When she told Drakus the old sith froze in fear of her. She smiled as she struck him down in his old chair…that pompous windbag. She remembered standing over his corpse knowing that he would never torture her again. He could have wielded her power if he had conceived such a plan…never would have to fear the jedi. She opened her eyes in the darkness and peered at the dragon and night elf again. They had no clue she was there.

'Can a speeder outrun a dragon?' she asked. For a moment there was no response. 'I cannot taint the Sunwell if they bar my escape.'

'The dragons are no concern,' it finally answered. 'The mechanical device will suffice in your escape.' Illiana started to move then stopped. 'Why do you wait? You must flee!'

Illiana shook her head. 'I can't just leave mother behind. I waited so long to find her.' Perhaps it was a weakness, and perhaps it was part of that familial bonding she longed for in her youth, but she couldn't just leave her behind as the jedi's prisoner. Would they torture her mother as Drakus tortured her?

'She is dead,' the voice answered.

The elf's eyes widened in fear and panic. 'No!' she screamed in her mind. Not her mother! Not after all this time and they finally were reunited. She wanted Raeva with her when she became queen of the world. She. Could. Not. Be. Dead.

'They killed her while you fled,' it stated.

'I should have stayed behind…protected her…' she thought as she sat back down. But if she had then she would be dead as well…that was if the voice was telling her the truth. How could things have turned out so wrong?

'Your mother is lost. You can continue with the plan and gain your throne,' it hesitated as if processing thoughts, 'but first avenge her murder. Go back and kill those who have taken her from you. Make those responsible pay with their lives,' it insisted. Its oppressiveness increased and Illiana held her hands tight against her temples. Her face grimaced as the voice's pressure turned to pain. 'You cannot fail…must not fail…avenge her murder…make them pay…you have all the power and more…more than anyone ever possibly imagined.' Had it…had it changed its mind?

'How?' she asked

'Let the anger of her death fuel your rage. Let that rage embrace you and the full power of the dark side will be yours. No longer hold back…she is gone and so to with her is any reason to not give in to your hatred. The sith along with the elves held you apart…the jedi hunted her…and with the dragons killed her…unleash your fury upon them…give in to your hatred…revel in it…and make them all suffer.'

Illiana dropped her hands and held her eyes closed. She imagined the excitement when she first found her mother a year ago. Even if she did not already know her name they looked so much alike she knew she had found her mother. Her heart raced at that first sighting…the almost impossible dream realized. She almost ran to Raeva's side at that very first sighting as she felt a void in her heart filled with joy…a strange and wondrous feeling…her mother…

'She is dead.'

The trip across Northrend from Valiance Keep to the shore and then back to this place. She almost forgot what it was like to hate everything. Her mother loved her. Had told her she loved her. And for a brief and shining moment down in the deep Illiana almost gave up on her desire for world dominance…her mother…

'She is dead.'

They could have just escaped to somewhere…anywhere…even stayed here. It was unknown to the world…lost and forgotten. The sith were gone and Azshara knew nothing of this old fortress. They could have lived as mother and daughter, as a family …her mother…

'She is dead.'

The women were standing in the room…three of them. One was running at her with an ignited lightsaber…the padawan. They were ruining everything and she was split apart from her mother. She clashed with the human…dueled with her…felt her power…and the others…her mother…

'She is dead.'

As she fled from the draenei she saw her mother running after her. The draenei…tripped her…and she fell…the draenei woman had…her mother…

'She is dead!'

"NOOOOOOOO!" Illiana screamed in excruciating pain and aguish.

The dragon and night elf turned to look at her corner. She opened herself to the dark side. Its power coursed through her like never before. They would suffer…they would pay for murdering her mother…all of them….she would make them feel her pain a thousand-fold…and she raised her arms. Purple lighting danced along her fingers as she stepped into their view. The door to the lift was open, and upon seeing Illiana emerge from her dark corner the green dragon knocked the night elf into the lift with a sweep of her tail. The door closed as Illiana unleashed the most powerful barrage of Force lightning that she had ever attempted. The lightning engulfed the dragon and it writhed in agony as Illiana tapped deeper into the dark side. The lightning continued in waves. The scales of the dragon darkened as the power in the elf's attack increased.

'That's it!' the voice cried out in her mind. 'More!'

She stopped her attack as the dragon collapsed unconscious to the floor and ran to a staircase that would take her to the upper levels. Shouts erupted behind her, but she did not care. The other dragons were alerted to her presence. One level after another she climbed…the Force enhancing her speed. In less than a minute she was at the twelfth level…the one with the speeder hanger. Reaching out she smashed the door to kindling with the Force. Her eyes widened at the sheer pleasure she felt wielding so much power. It was almost orgasmic. The dragon below had been no match for her. It did not even have a chance to counterattack. She ran to one of the three speeders and stopped. With this much power why was she fleeing? She could easily seek her vengeance on the padawan and the draenei, but more importantly she could enact her plan now…taint the Sunwell…and then return with a sin'dorei army at her command. She could teach them all to wield the kind of power she was now feeling. Nothing could stop her then and the world would bow before her.

'No,' the voice said. 'Not yet. You must go back…avenge your mother's death…then escape for the Sunwell. Now is not the time.'

"Why not?" she asked. The dark side was fueling her anger…her hatred. She was much more powerful now that she had fully embraced the dark side. Then she remembered the fight with the girl. Remembered the untapped power that apprentice held and it matched her own even now as she was fully engulfed with the dark side. An army at her command….that was what she needed first. The human and her master would be experts at fighting with a lightsaber. Their attunement to the Force was greater than that of the dragon below and she would be no match if she faced either of them alone. She needed her army to fight them. An army of sin'dorei wielding the Force would sweep the jedi aside like leaves in the wind.

'First vengeance,' the voice repeated. 'Vengeance for her death at their hands.'

"I will have my queendom and my army before all else," she replied as she hopped into one of the speeders and activated the controls. Was it not paying attention? Had it forgotten her priorities? Was it not aware of the dangers the jedi posed if faced singularly? She was powerful but she was not stupid nor did she have a death wish. "Then I will make them all suffer! The jedi and his padawan…the dragons…and that draenei…they will all suffer!" The voice growled in anger and then was silent. Illiana smiled as she maneuvered the speeder from the hanger. For too long had she listened to others, and when she found her mother her life felt like it was hers again. Now that her mother was gone didn't mean she needed to start listening to them all over again. She would do what she wanted, but first….more power…and for that she needed the sin'dorei.

Daneel and Alexstrasza crossed the dead zone in silence. What they had discovered raised more questions than answers. While they were not clear if an Old God still inhabited the region below the mountain base they were certain one had been there and was the source of the dark side nexus. That enormous amount of dark side energy allowed Thera'gon and Malfus plus a third suspected unknown person to create the terentateks and leviathans at this location. The rituals used to create the monstrosities were certainly what also created the dead zone on the surface, but what killed the mechagnomes inside the Titan facility was still a mystery. Force rituals would not kill mechanicals on that scale unless it was similar to the one used by Lord Vitiate on Nathema and Daneel was certain none of the sith that came to Azeroth were even remotely aware of that particular ritual. The state of the mechagnomes was the reason Alexstrasza suspected an Old God still existed deep below them.

As the two approached the camp where the rest were waiting they were greeted with a pleasant surprise. Kuro and Tariolstrasz were sitting together off to one side holding hands and whispering to each other. The other two dragons gave coy grins to their queen when she arrived with the jedi, and Alexstrasza smiled warmly at the two dragons acting like shy adolescents in love…or at least that was how Daneel perceived them. A smile crossed his face until he saw Demira. She was pacing on the opposite side of the camp with one hand on her hip and the other on her forehead. Cielstrasza cleared her throat once the jedi and former Aspect entered the camp, and Demira immediately ran to her husband. The shy couple simply looked up at the activity, and all smiles waned as Demira stopped in front of Daneel.

"We received a communication from Kitali," she blurted as she looked at her husband. "They found something very disturbing in Northrend." She reached out and clasped his hands. "They found an old fortress high in the mountains and in that place was an old corpse of a sith."

"So there was another base we did not know of," Daneel replied deciding to wait until his wife was finished before sharing what he and Alexstrasza had discovered. "But I doubt a lone sith was the source of the dark side nexus."

Demira shook her head. "It wasn't, but what was under the fortress was," she said. The other dragons, Kuro and Tariolstrasz included, all lined up in a semi-circle behind the mage. "Under that fortress they found an old Titan facility that the sith had found and activated with additions of their own technology to augment it. Celeste also sensed the echo of an Old God." The dragon queen and Daneel looked at each other then back at Demira. "What?"

"You said this one was active?" her husband asked. "Because we found under this mountain an inactive Titan facility." The dragons gasped behind the mage.

"It was…with droids and mechagnomes working the machinery," Demira answered. "But Kitali also said they found two elven women. One was working with Thera'gon and Malfus, but had recently broken from them to find the other elf who was her daughter." She stepped closer to the jedi while sadness etched her face. "They were a diversion so that Azshara and the daughter could taint the Sunwell. Daneel…they were going to hurt my people."

"They also found what the draenei said was a massive drill positioned over a deep bottomless pit and pointed to the center of the world," Cielstrasza added. "And that the daughter has what Kitali called a dead-man's switch that would activate the drill if she died. Something about firing into the core of the planet. She along with your apprentice and Ysera were very concerned with that last part, but we are not certain as to the basis of their concern."

Daneel looked at the dragons and then back at Demira. "Where are the elven women now?" he asked.

"They have the mother in custody but the daughter eluded them. She severely wounded Risera in her escape. Ysera and Kitali are tending to Risera's wounds, and Celeste and Valithria are trying to track the daughter now, but so far have not reported back that they have found her. Kitali thought she should be our main focus," Kandrostrasz replied.

"She is," Daneel agreed without looking from his wife. The worried expression still marred her angelic face. "Kitali made the right decision in following the girl. We must protect her from any harm."

"Can you explain to me why, Daneel?" Alexstrasza asked as she walked over to stand with her dragonflight. "What is so important about the girl?"

"That drill pointed towards the center of the planet," Daneel said. "If she has a dead-man's switch can only mean that it will fire into the planet's crust when her heart stops beating. While she may think that it would reach the planet's core and would destroy its magnetic field there is no known evidence that such a firing of a drill of that size and location on the surface of a planet would do that. There may be fluctuations in the magnetic field generated by the core if it indeed reached the deep, but nothing that would realistically change what already naturally occurs. I am more inclined to believe that the location…being along a mountain range…indicates that it is placed at or near a fault line and that firing the drill could trigger a massive shift of tectonic plates thus generating earthquakes and tidal waves and a possibility those events could be planet-wide. The devastation could be on the same scale as the Cataclysm or worse depending on the size of that fault line and how many others it would affect. Many lives could be lost and others forever changed should that drill fire." The dragon queen's eyes widened. "To avoid that level of catastrophe we have to make certain we keep the girl safe and alive."

"What you say makes sense to me," Kuro stated. "If such events would occur as the girl imagines should the core be damaged Deathwing would have done that long ago. Damage to the fault lines seems more the danger as you describe. Another Cataclysm is something which this world is not in any condition to face again or this soon."

"Kitali also sent Vethsera to Windi's compound and to bring her back to disarm or dismantle the drill if possible," Demira said quietly. "Daneel…I have to go to Silvermoon. I have to alert my people of the danger. If the girl is loose then she is a threat to the sin'dorei and the Sunwell." He nodded to her and pulled her hands to his chest drawing her closer to him.

"That daughter is our priority," Cielstrasza said behind the mage. "If what you and Kuro say is correct then she most likely has gone into hiding. She is alone now that we have her mother and I highly doubt that she has a death wish. Your friend said that she had a brewing conflict with Azshara…according to the mother…and that she was in danger now not only from us but the naga queen as well who probably is not privy to the information of the drill or the dead-man's switch attached to the daughter's heart. She has too many enemies. We must find the girl while your gnome friend works on this drill." She looked at her queen. "While I lament what might happen to the blood elves…tainting the Sunwell is insignificant compared to the danger this sith device poses to Azeroth and all of its people."

Daneel kept looking at his wife. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked into his face. "The rest of you can head to Northrend and assist in what is needed there. Kitali is a most capable leader and you can trust her to make the right decisions. I think she has done just that so far."

"And what about you?" Kuro asked. "Aren't you coming with us?"

Daneel shook his head. "I will go with Demira and warn the sin'dorei of the danger to the Sunwell."

"That's absurd!" Cielstrasza exclaimed. She turned to Alexstrasza. "We need to be united in this and find the girl and destroy the drill before something happens to her and it fires!" She looked back at the jedi holding his wife's hands. "We need you with us."

"You do not need me there," he replied.

Alexstrasza looked at the couple. "Are you certain? I have come to trust your judgment, but in this one instance I must agree with Cielstrasza….we need you with us. We do not know sith technology like you do and I am convinced this drill is of their design."

"Windi is more than capable of dealing with the drill," the jedi replied. "Plus I believe the girl will not go into hiding as you think." Cielstrasza and Kandrostrasz glowered at the jedi, but he looked at their queen. "If she has broken from Azshara as we have been told then hiding will make no difference. She will proceed with her plans…most likely expedite them…because she has nothing left to hold her back. She will be desperate and with nothing to lose she will go to the Sunwell. If she dies then what will she care if the world dies with her? But that is not the only reason I go." He looked back at Demira. "I will go with my wife and stand by her side and support her as she warns her people." She smiled at him as a tear ran down her cheek.

"Very well," Alexstrasza stated. She looked at her dragons. "Kandrostrasz…you will go warn the bronze flight about this place. There may be an Old God under here but we are not certain. It is, or was, definitely the source of the dark side nexus Daneel sensed. Warn them of the potential danger and to watch this area closely in case there is still an Old God present." Another round of gasps came from the dragons, but their queen continued. "Cielstrasza…I want you to leave immediately for Darnassus and warn them of what we have learned…all of it. If Azshara was the mastermind behind everything then once she learns of the failures of her diversion she may or may not act…soon. Better to let them know so they may prepare no matter what happens. Kuro and Tariolstrasz…you two will go to Northrend and assist our friends there. I especially want you there, Kuro, as you are a black dragon and the one amongst us most familiar with the earthen elements and what this drill might do to Azeroth." Kuro nodded in agreement as the others bowed their heads to their queen. "My instincts tell me the Old Gods…or at least one of them…is behind all of this. Firing that drill could be the catalyst that frees them from their prison."

"And you?" Cielstrasza asked. "Where will you go, my queen?"

"I will join Demira and Daneel to warn the blood elves." The couple looked at her. "With luck the jedi is right and we may secure and protect the girl there. Since the Sunwell is a central part of her plans then I agree with Daneel…she will go there and soon."

It took less than a day for Vethsera to retrieve Windi Weathergear from her Northrend compound and bring her to the old Titan complex in the mountains. When the dragon landed Kitali was waiting for them. She greeted her friend with a smile and together they walked the long distance…for a gnome…through the fortress to the lifts that would take them to the lower levels where the machinery, droids, and mechagnomes performed their tasks. During that small journey the draenei explained everything to Windi. The gnome was more excited than scared when they walked off the lift. Her eyes were wide as she watched the various mechagnomes and droids scurry from machine to machine each busy in its assigned task…whatever that task might be. If only the other gnomes could see this place they would be extremely jealous of her. Once she was shown the drill, Windi set to work immediately. Vethsera tried to convince the gnome to rest but Kitali knew better and only laughed as the gnome, with her bright blonde hair and ruddy face, disappeared into an access hatch along the arm leading from the main machinery room to the drill. Kitali took a short nap while the dragon paced for several hours before the gnome finally reemerged from the drill arm. Vethsera shook the draenei's shoulder waking her. She rubbed her eyes as Windi walked from the drill to where the two of them waited.

"Can you do it?" Kitali yawned.

"Will take about four days," Windi replied with a smile. "But that starts after you get Brann Bronzebeard here."

"What? Why?" Kitali asked suddenly awake.

"I need him to translate the Titan writing," Windi replied with a shrug. "I can't read it so I might accidently fire it by hitting the wrong switches. I need him or someone else well versed in Titan writing to know what to touch and what to leave alone. Once he's here it will take maybe four days to get this drill offline."

"I thought this thing was sith," the dragon said looking from Windi to Kitali. "Isn't it?"

"Nope," the gnome said turning around and walking back to the access hatch. "Not a single part of it is sith in design. It's all Titan."

"What about the mechagnomes?" Kitali called out as the gnome stepped back into the arm of the drill. "Can't they translate it?"

"There's something wrong with them…couldn't you tell?" she stated turning around in the hatch entrance. "They aren't acting normally. Nope…I need Brann Bronzebeard. He's the foremost Titan expert and his knowledge from his archeological digs and findings is exactly what I need." And with that she disappeared into the machinery.

Kitali looked at Vethsera. "How are we supposed to get him here?"

Vethsera only shrugged her shoulders. "And the mechagnomes aren't acting normally?" she queried watching the diminutive mechanical beings work on the machines. "What is normal?"

Adaria sat up in her bed. Since leaving Astranaar until their arrival at this strange fortress in the mountains of Northrend the nightmares had lessened. Perhaps it was the presence of the green dragons with them, but she didn't always see the face of the blood elf named Thera'gon haunting her at every turn…until now. The others were not aware of his hold on her psyche and she hid her fear well, but in her dreams he was there. The lightning was in her dreams as well. Sometimes she saw the furbolgs dying…sometimes it was Aeyrn…and sometimes she felt them burn her own body. But today…the nightmare was different. This time she saw the dragon Risera burned by lighting coming from another elf. Not Thera'gon, but a woman. And she had the same red eyes…eyes filled with hatred and anger. Thera'gon next to this woman was as a child as he never had the power to slay a dragon as she almost did. And it was those same eyes that haunted her again. The woman…it was her now that killed the furbolgs in her dreams….tortured Aeyrn as he lay bleeding from his wounds…it was this woman who was burning the dragon's scales and flesh…and it was this woman who was determined to unleash her fury on Adaria. Why? They had never met before that day, but she was certain the woman had meant to kill her.

Beads of sweat poured down her body as she stood and walked naked across the room. It was one of the rooms aligned in concentric circles around the chamber where they had discovered the remains of the being called a sith. The metal flooring was cold under her feet. There was nothing natural here. The walls were made of either metal or something called plasteel, the light came from artificial devices she couldn't even start to comprehend, and the air was stale as it was recycled by machines several levels below. Nowhere could she see natural light or the stars and moon unless she actually left the base. The draenei, Kitali, suggested that only the dragons leave the base during the current crisis, and she meant well, but the lack of the outdoors plagued Adaria. It had been only two days, but for a druid those two days felt like an eternity. She walked to an adjacent smaller room called a refresher. In it was a sink along one wall and a mirror above it. Beside it was a commode and across from them was a standing bathing device called a shower. The shower and sink used running water, but where that water came from she also did not know. Controls on each adjusted the water's temperature which also was very unnatural. She manipulated the one for cold water at the sink and put her hands under the running water. She closed her eyes and splashed some on her face as she tried to calm her breathing. She opened her eyes to look into the mirror, and standing behind her was the raven haired elf…her red eyes staring at her. Adaria spun on her heel as she lowered into a battle ready position, but the woman was no longer there. No footprints could be seen on the polished metal floor and the only sound in the two rooms was the running water from the faucet. Adaria slowly relaxed as she straightened and closed her eyes again.

"It's all in my head," she said aloud. She turned back to look into the mirror. Instead of her face she saw that of the other woman staring at her with those red eyes. "You are not real," she said defiantly.

'But I am real,' the woman replied. Adaria looked behind her, but nothing was there. She looked back at the woman staring at her from the mirror. 'I am as real as you want me to be.'

Adaria's breathing quickened as fear gripped her. "What do you want? Why won't you leave me alone?"

'What do I want?' the woman replied with a sneer. 'I want you to die!'

She reached through the mirror and lightning sprouted from her fingertips engulfing Adaria. The druid screamed in agony as her flesh was burning off her body. She couldn't make it stop and the woman in the mirror laughed as she inflicted more pain and agony upon the night elf.

'After I am finished with you I will make the world burn!'

Adaria screamed as she sat up in her bed. The sheets collected around her waist as she gripped her nightshirt with her right hand just above her heart. Sweat soaked her clothing as well as the sheets. Despite the cold weather…the room she occupied was on the highest level of the fortress with full access to the outside elements…Adaria was flushed and her skin was on fire as if she had a fever. Kitali said this was once possibly a guard tower when the fortress was in use, and being that Adaria was a druid she might want to be close to nature or at least as close as they could in this place. Adaria appreciated the sentiment and gladly accepted the room as a place to sleep while they guarded this place and tried to divert disaster, but as the sunlight shone through the windows she wished she was back in Astranaar with her brother.

'She will not stop until the world is hers. She will kill all the kaldorei as she seeks world domination.'

Adaria's eyes widened as she scanned the room. "Who is that?"

'She will destroy all that is natural and good in this world. She cares nothing for the natural order of things.'

"Who are you?" she asked. There was no one around. Kitali and the gnome were deep below where the machines were. The dragons were elsewhere…she was alone.

'It is up to you to stop her or the world will burn in her path.'

Adaria stood from her bed and ran to the door leading outside. As she walked through the doorway she shielded her eyes from the sunlight, but there was nothing on this level with her. Nothing at all that could be the source of the voice. "Who are you!" she screamed, but the voice did not answer. She went back into the room and paced as images of her nightmare plagued her mind along with the voice's premonition. Then she saw it…Darnassus on fire…Astranaar on fire… burning corpses littered the ground everywhere she looked…the fire was everywhere…burning all that was natural and good…and then she saw the furbolgs on fire as they were engulfed in bands of purple lighting…and then it was Aeyrn screaming in agony as the lightning coursed along his body…it shot out of his mouth and his eyes….and behind it all was that raven haired elf with red eyes…laughing. Adaria's jaw set. She knew what she had to do. She got dressed and left the room to find the person she needed to help her find and stop the evil elf bent on nature's destruction. Bent on killing her brother. Behind her the voice continued laughing.