"Tanomoan!" Sapphire cried out.
Rain fell down on her white hair, and shoulders. The street lights of Stormwind were not welcoming in the downpour. Sapphire was forced to walk into puddles, and she was soaked through. Cold, she could deal with.
But wet, Sapphire was unequipped for that. It was so annoying, rain. Snow was beautiful, and Sapphire knew how to handle snow. But when she was with Invincible for two years, they experienced rain several times. Invincible would cover her with one wing, but water eventually crept through, and she would end up shivering and sneezing. But she never got severely sick. But her blood used to burn as the magic would work through her system.
She never felt that anymore. Even when she used magic, which used to hurt her very badly, her blood did not bother her. The unholy magic and her life-giving blood seemed to get along in her body now. It almost seemed the magic was gone, for the slivers of black ice were growing smaller and smaller. But the ice was because of the magic crystallizing in the blood because it could not combine with it. But Sapphire had tested her blood so often, that she knew how much magic was in it. A lot. Disconcertingly so.
Light flashed, and Sapphire yelped. Thunder rumbled. The girl glared at the sky, and wrapped her cloak tighter around herself.
She heard footsteps, and looked back. Some people were hanging back in the shadows near a street lamp. Sapphire smiled, and held out a hand, whispering. A ball of fire sprung up, and she could feel the warmth of the flames. They were orange, and Sapphire did not like that. The flames burst into a bright sky blue color.
If the miscreants had thought to attack or steal from Sapphire before, they were not going to do so now. Not when she showed off her magic. Sapphire turned back, and trudged through a thick puddle. She walked near the ruins of the Park. Sapphire wished she could have seen it before.
A splash in the canals caught her attention. The girl looked, and saw a pale silhouette in the water. A scaly tail whipped through the water. Sapphire tilted her head. It had looked like a crocolisk. A big one. That did not bode well, one of those animals in the canals.
Sapphire looked around, and called out again, "Tanomoan!"
"Sapphire!" A voice replied, but it was not the one the girl wanted. She watched unhappily as Lethumo came running up.
"I got a room at an inn...You look like a drowned cultist. Here," Lethumo grabbed Sapphire by the arm, and dragged her away to the inn, in the Mage Quarter.
Lethumo pulled her into a lively, bright main room of the inn, full of tables and the smell of food. Sapphire sniffed, and realized how hungry she was. All the magic that she had done had drained her. She smelled hefty spices, and her mouth watered.
"Uh, Lethumo. Could we get something to eat?"
The elf slipped his arm through hers, and nodded. "Sure thing. Have to feed two, don't you? Anyone asks, and I am the one that put a honey bun in the oven."
"...You what?"
"Knocked you up, precious."
The girl looked at the night elf in confusion, and he sighed, placing his hand over his face.
"Tell everyone I am the father. Okay, cultist?"
The look of disgust on Sapphire's face was amusing, and he left her to find a table. He went over to the bar, and procured some alcohol for himself. Sapphire sat down at a table, and looked just miserable. No Ethan, no Tanomoan. All she had was Lethumo.
Arthas lay next to Jaina, her head resting on his chest. She was sleeping, but Arthas did not want to leave her alone right now. And besides, he was listening. Along with the woman's heartbeat, a tiny little fluttering could be heard by someone like Arthas. He had been too worried over her and busy to notice it, but he could hear it now. It sounded like a normal heartbeat, healthy. More than he had expected. Something as simple as a heartbeat was a miracle to Arthas.
Nefarian had forced Jaina to drink something, and put painful spells on her when she had been his prisoner. Jaina and Arthas's necromancers had not been able to figure out what they had done to her, but Sapphire had mentioned the black dragon had hinted toward the baby. The heartbeat was a relief to Arthas.
At least Nefarian would never do anything like this again. He had been killed by Falric and the other deathknights. His body dismembered and hidden, Nefarian was once again with his head being shown off. It was impaled on Corp'rethar right outside the Citadel. Or what was left of the gate. Arthas had undead trying to remake it, but the large crack in the glacier was large at the gate. Just the sight of his glacier broken made Arthas furious. He had no idea how to fix the canyon that had sprung up. All he could do was send servants down into it to see what could be done. So far, nothing but ancient bones. The only positive was that it would not endanger the Citadel's foundations.
"Arthas..." Jaina moaned. She grabbed his shirt unconsciously, and clutched at him. She shivered, so Arthas pulled the blanket over her shoulders. She was not like Sapphire, who was raised in the coldest place on Azeroth. To Sapphire, Snow was grass and ice was dirt. Jaina was not suited to the cold.
The door burst open, and Bolvar came in. He limped over to Arthas, alarm on his face.
"Sapphire's gone. Lethumo too."
Arthas sat up, roaring, "What! Light Damn-"
Jaina whimpered, and moved in her sleep. The man looked down at her for a second, then lowered his voice.
"Where? Darn me to hell, why can't this family just stay together! Ethan gone, Sapphire gone...I am going to kill Lethumo!"
Bolvar looked upset, and pained. He rubbed his leg painfully. Arthas rose up from the bed, and went over to his friend. Bolvar took the offered arm gratefully, leaning his weight onto Arthas. The two went over to a chair, and Bolvar slowly sat down. The Lich King called for a cultist to come help Bolvar, then practically shouted for Glacier.
Glacier!
Yes, Master? Glacier's voice was soft, and shy. It made Arthas uncomfortable.
Sapphire and Lethumo are missing. Go out and look for them.
The frostwyrm twisted midair, and roared. Arthas winced at the fury that she displayed. She had more personality than she had ever had before. It was strange.
Arthas straightened up. He wondered.
Ni'kua! Speak.
There was a growling sound. You woke me up...
It worked. Arthas did not know the plaguehound would even know how to talk. Invincible could talk, but he rarely did. But Ni'kua? Why had Arthas not thought of this before.
What happened to Ethan?
There was a twinge of unhappiness. Alpha's dead...Got his throat torn. Tell his mate I am sorry.
It was not your fault. Are you sure he is dead? Where is the body?
Don't know. He ran away, and I was injured. Ni'kua was whining now. Arthas had thought the dog strong, but he seemed as weak like a puppy. The loss of Ethan seemed to affect him a lot. If he were a living dog, Arthas suspected he would have refused to eat and been dead by now.
Go to sleep, Ni'kua. I personally swear that Ethan will be found. And if he is dead, I will bring him back.
The dog, reassured, fell asleep. Arthas frowned and went over to his armor. He had dumped it to lay down with Jaina. He reached down to pick up a piece to put on, but stopped himself. He just grabbed his cloak, and pulled it around himself. He looked to Bolvar. The man frowned.
"What are you doing, Arthas?" He asked, concerned.
Arthas grabbed his helm, and tossed at to Bolvar. The Governor of Scourgeholme caught it in shock.
"Going to find my stupid son. Sapphire is with Lethumo. She'll be safe."
Bolvar curled his lip. "What? Do you realize what you just said?"
Arthas left the room, and went to retrieve his sword.
Sapphire groaned, and sat up. The bed she was laying on was lumpy. The room was small, and the sound of rain was coming from the broken glass of the window. Lethumo snored in the corner. Bottles were scattered over the floor.
The girl pulled the blanket over the back of her head, and wrapped herself up in it. She sighed, and looked down at her stomach. She had visited her mother in her room, the one in the Crimson Halls, and found her talking to the baby. Sapphire wondered what use that was. Could it hear through the muscles, flesh, and organs?
Sapphire looked at her stomach, and rubbed it. A baby. What was it, a boy or a girl? Sapphire puzzled what she wanted. She felt like she wanted a boy. Like Ethan, or Arthas? She wanted her child to like undead. Play with Rot and Terra, and learn how to fight from a deathknight. Ride a frostwrym.
She thought again of her mother talking to her baby. Sapphire's sibling. Sapphire wondered how to start.
"Hello, baby. My name is Sapphire Menethil. I'm your mother. Obviously though, since you are inside me. Don't worry. I will be a good mother." She said sadly. She sat there silently, thinking about something else to say.
"You have a father named Ethan. He's wonderful. And you have a grandfather named Arthas, grandmother named Jaina, undead uncles. You'll love living in the Scourge. I was raised by undead, and I am fine. Your father and I live in a place called Grizzly Hills. In a large wooden lodge. It's not that cold as much as Icecrown, where your grandfather lives. There are large trees in the Grizzly Hills with wild horses, deer, wolves, and bears. I hope you like it. I do. And your father does. I hope you look like him more than me."
This was ridiculous! She was talking to her stomach. The girl sucked her teeth in annoyance.
"Sing it a song."
Sapphire looked up. Lethumo had opened his eyes, and was grinning. He leaned forward.
"Sing a song, Sapphire. It will like it."
The girl scowled, and shook her head. "I don't know how."
"Aw, come on. I'm tone-deaf, but Silvia loves me to sing."
The girl bit her lip. "Later. I'm tired...Good night."