Darkness, all she could see was darkness. No. A light loomed in the distance. Osiris took a step forward, something pulled her back. Another step, and another. Still something pulled her into the dark. Her eyes locked on the yellow light in the distance. She pulled and struggled, but did not move an inch. Osiris let her eyes drop from the light.
"Do not let your eyes falter." A voice called from the light. Her eyes shot up, a muscular mans outline could be seen within. His language strange but still she understood.
"Who are you?" She said perfectly in a strange tongue, human. The man in the light chuckled.
"Don't turn your back on the light, light will always prevail." The man turned and began to disappear.
"Wait!" Without a thought she chased after the man, she soon found that nothing held her back. She was bathed in yellow light. The man was gone. But his voice suddenly rang out.
"The light will always be there, but family. Family is something we must protect." Sadness echoed around her.
Osiris eyes slowly opened, it was if glue covered them. Her body plagued with weakness. A faded cracked grey brick ceiling looked down on her. bright morning sun shone through the coloured pane glass windows. The room was illuminated with colour, with life. The darkness that she had been banished to now gone. She had broken free.
"I was worried about you for a second there." A familiar voice suddenly said. Her burry eyes suddenly focused on a face that sat beside her. Lord Grayson sat slouched in a creaky wooden chair. He lent forward. He held his hand out in front of her. A fire blazed and crackled behind him. Her eyes now locked on her necklace, she studied the hammer engraved on the medallion.
"Do you know what you are, what this is? What it means?" Lord Grayson turned the necklace, the writing on the back now visible. 'For the Light'. Osiris stared back shocked. His words, his tongue. She understood.
"How?" She replied, she gasped. Without even thinking she responded with his tongue. Lord Grayson pulled back his hand, he sat back in his chair.
"Doral?" She repeated but this time she had corrected herself back to Thalassian, the language of the Blood elves.
"Do you understand me?" His one eye studied her.
"Yes." She responded weakly. Her eyes began to flutter.
"Hay, hay stay with me." He took her face in his hands. "Hold on. The light is strong in you, let it be restored." Osiris eyes slid closed.
Osiris shot up, her eyes snapped open. The sun was setting, its orange glow loomed through he windows. The warmth of the fire pleasant against her exposed skin. She whipped the blankets from her, she stood up strongly. Her legs did not falter.
"You have no clue what I'm saying do you?" Osiris heard someone ask, she followed the sound of the stressed voice. "Of course you don't." Osiris turned the corner to find lord Grayson leaning on a table where Zellen sat at, Lolaen stood behind him. His fingers close to his weapons.
"Lolaen!" she shouted, it was a flood of relief to see her uncle alive and well. She was in his arms before he could reply.
"Your awake, thank the Sunwell." Lolaen dug his face in her shoulder. Zellen was quickly on his feat, while Lord Grayson took a step back to let them have their moment. Once she was realised from Lolaen's arms she turned to Zellen, they smiled at each other. He then took her hand and held on tight. She felt her cheeks warming.
"Do you know how stupid you where, draining yourself of power like that?" Lord Grayson asked, as he poured himself a drink.
"What?" Osiris asked back. Once again she had understood every word, and new exactly how to respond in his tongue. She touched her throat in shock. At this moment she noticed her necklace was missing. Lord Grayson stepped towards her, from his pocket he drew her necklace.
"I knew I had seen this somewhere, only now do I remember." Osiris listened closely.
"It was rumoured that Uther the Lightbringer had a son before he was murdered. There where stories that the mother and the child fled to the Plaugelands. I never believed them. Until I saw this." Lord Grayson grabbed a book from the wooden bookshelf. Before it was opened you could see its pages where old and torn. Lord Grayson, necklace still in hand turned the pages. He dropped the necklace suddenly on the page he had been looking for. Osiris, Lolaen and Zellen leaned in close. Next to her necklace was an identical drawing. She studied it closely, it was a perfect match. Both sides of her medallion where drawn. "This was Uther's." Lord Grayson pointed at the necklace.
"Your saying I'm related to this man?" Osiris asked, still not use to her new voice. Lolaen and Zellen looked at her confused.
"What is he saying, what are you saying?" Lolaen asked, his confusion developing into frustration.
"I'll explain later." She quickly told him. Lolaen was not happy with her answer, he gave her an uncertain look.
"The power you have within; I haven't seen anything like it in years." Lord Grayson told her. "How did you come across the necklace?"
"I was found with it as a baby, my true parents met their death in the Ghostlands." She took a deep breath. "I was found by a Blood Elf, raised in SilverMoon city. This is my uncle Lolaen and my friend Zellen." There eyes shot up at the mention of there name.
"Pleasure." He nodded at each of them but they returned his gesture with a threatening stare.
"I must say that explains a lot, this could be possible. You could be a descendent of Uther the Lightbringer."
"Does it explain this?" Once again without any effort, her weightless hammer formed in her hand. Its bright light making Lord Grayson's eye squint. Lolaen was suddenly on Lord Grayson in a heartbeat. He had misunderstood Osiris's intentions when she had formed her weapon.
"Lolaen stop, he is not a threat!" Osiris shouted, but Lolaen could not hear her. the bloodlust was to strong. With Lord Grayson back on the floor, Lolaen on top of him. Lolaen raised his dagger, intent on imbedding it in his neck. Suddenly Lolaen was thrown of violently, light had erupted from Lord Grayson. He got to his feet quickly. A massive two handed hammer held effortlessly in both hands. Lolaen went to charge at him. A wall of flame suddenly rose from the ground making him jump back. Everyone watched as Zellen lowered him hand and the flames disappear. Osiris let her hammer fade, she looked to Lord Grayson to do the same. She noticed though before he let the light evaporate, the strain on his face showed he was struggling to hold the form. It was a relief for him to let it go. Let it fade away. They then all eyed Lolaen, without a word he retuned hi blades to his belt. He crossed his arms.
"I can't wait to meet the rest of your family." Lord Grayson told Osiris as he retrieved his flagon, he then proceeded to down its contents.