He had all the reasons to be the happiest man in the world right now. With his wife giving birth to their son just recently, Durel should feel beyond happy and overjoyed. Yet deep down he felt worry, anxiety, and fear. Not for himself or family, but for his close friend Larkon. He had not heard or seen Larkon in days and fear began to creep up into his mind thinking of the possibility of something terrible happening.
"So Durel how's it feel to be a father now?" one of the guards asked him as they were heading to the dungeons. Durel had plans to apply for a missing person's case for Larkon.
"A bit bitter sweet." Durel shrugged, never mentioning why. He was already in the prison where dungeons are allowed for torturous experience for the prisoners who got caught spying or something like from the other faction to take out information from them. He doesn't want to see this place, it always kills him in the inside.
"The general keeps on visiting this prison in the last three days. He said he was a deserter that traded his loyalty for the Horde." The guard mentioned. "He's over there at the end of the rows of the cell."
"But don't we have a current truce with the Horde regarding the matter of the Dark portal. Surely there must be some kind of mistake."
"Well either way the general is ready to continue the interrogation and he wants you to bring him out and strap him high."
With a sad sigh, Durel compiled and made his way over to the of the rows of the cell. It was no secret even to King Varian that General Moira strongly and deeply despises all of the Horde. Yet one would think that Moira wouldn't be dumb enough to risk breaking the Truce with the Horde at a time like this, so why all the brutality on someone suspected of deserting?
Durel looked at the prisoner, he looked like a scrambled egg. Bleeding head, dried blood on the floor and his arm was looking like it dislocated from the socket of its elbow.. He looked at him with a narrowed brow, he was shirtless that is for sure with lots of scars already but-
Durel swallowed with concern and worry. The scars on his back. He always remembered the patterns of the blows when Moira forced Jorden hit him. "Larkon?"
The prisoner did not even look, move, or even speak. Just sitting there at the corner almost like a lifeless statue that barely could breathe the air in the room.
"By the Light what's going on…"
"Alright let's get this poor bastard up, Moira wants to try a new form of torture on him that we've been trying on for the past few months." a guard spoke opening the cell door of Larkon's prison and entering.
Durel just took a step back and stared at him with glaring eyes. "Dude….fuck you." He cursed before bolting out outside. He was only able to make it half way there until he heard Larkon's painful screams of terrible agony echo through the dungeon.
For three solid long days she searched for him. Rushing to everyone she knew and every person they possibly know until she was very certain she had talked with all except the highest ranking members of the Alliance. Yet she still could not find any trace of Larkon, which ultimately lead to only one last place and man who knew.
She arrived at Durel's house late one night when she knew he was off from his patrol. So she had to visit Durel again in the morning and ask help from him. She arrived at his house and just knocked on the door. "Durel are you here?" She asked from behind.
The door opened and sees the young maid. "Oh Sorry, Durel is still not here. But come in Alura, I think Cassandra would like like to talk to you." She said as she gestured her to come in and she did.
Alura took a deep breath, already feeling exhausted and tired from all the running. She had been searching for Larkon for three days without sleep and much stop. Finding herself feeling a little weak from not taking the time for food or rest and such. She was just not getting much sleep when a certain someone disappears all of a sudden.
Inside she found Cassandra laying tiredly on a couch with a wet rag over her forehead. Her stomach still has a little bit of flab from her pregnancy but it was flat now and would recede later. The golden blonde girl smiled at the Draenei while cradling a small baby covered in blankets, with a huge man sitting right next beside her.
"Man, he looks so small. I wish he would become big and strong." The big man said, he then turned to Alura to reveal himself to be the captain that helped her out months ago. "Hi Alura. Surprised to see me?"
"Oh hi, I didn't know the baby was born already."
"He was just born this morning, in honor of our late father, my little sister here named him Roland."
Alura then scooted in beside them and smiled as she leaned in and looked at the small life. "He's so handsome, he looks like Durel. A small Durel!" Alura cheered as she used her finger for the child to play on.
"True but at least he has some of my features like my eyes…" Cassandra smiled.
The captain stood up. "Alright I'll go right now, I'll be back for a bit of time, I need to travel somewhere. And Don't worry Cassandra I'm not in a dangerous situation with my call It's just a simple diplomatic escort." He said before waving off.
"Of course, stay safe." the blond spoke softly as she watched her older brother leave the house. She sighed a little feeling very tired and sore. "Alura if I may would you hold him please I'm not well still…" she requested the Draenei as she felt weak and was hurting after all she went through this morning.
"Of course." Alura agreed and happily took the small baby into her arms to allow his mother sometime to rest and for a maid to bring some medicine for her to take.
"You look so well handling him. I'm still waiting for my turn on cradling your baby." Cassandra chuckled weakly as she took the medicine and drank water.
Alura's face blushed heavily in shock, something that got the small infant in her arms laughing a little at how funny her face looked. "Oh um uh well it's uh…"
A knock on the door interrupted them. "Hey Cassandra, tell the maid to open up, I've got to pack up and get onto Thark's it's pretty important." Judging from the sound it was clearly Durel who was pretty hastily with his words.
"Oh of course dear…" Cassandra spoke as the maid opened the door to see Durel rush in almost tripping in a comedical way. Yet the look on his face looked of witnessing something terrible which became even more frighten when he sees Alura in the house.
"Alura what are, thank the Light I found you…"
"Durel what are-"
"Just come with me alright, just come, trust me you need to come." He said.
Alura was confused of his words and why he suddenly requested her to come see whatever he found.
"What's going on Durel?" she asked.
"Just come with please." He said and she did, holding out the infant to the maid for her to claim as Durel just kissed Cassandra and quickly bolts out towards the door.
Alura soon followed, growing more fearful of why Durel was acting like this and what was making this afraid. What Alura noticed also is that Durel carried a lot of money in him for some reason. Other than just using that money to celebrate the birth as a father, there isn't really much reason to spend that much.
"Alura, do you have some money with you?" Durel asked to Alura's surprise.
"What is it Durel? You have a lot of money carried, but it isn't enough, why? What is going on? It doesn't seem like you are going to spend that for buying some food to celebrate." She said.
"Look Alura I can't...oh shit…" Durel saw Moira come out from the prison, but it seemed like he did not notice him as a horse carousel picked him up and left right after. "Let's get in the prison Alura, tell them you are from the church and have a right to be in the prison."
"Not until you tell me what's…"
"Look there isn't much time, there's no telling when that sanctimonious self centered son of a bitch comes back. We don't have much time so please just follow me okay." he interrupted.
"Alright Durel sheesh." Alura narrowed, she thought it wasn't much of a concern. But she followed him through, watching Durel talked to the other guards.
"Damn it open the dungeon gate or I'll report this to the Church for violating the agreement between the military and the church." Durel threatened before gesturing to Alura. "She's a Priestess, she'll just do what she does, heal him up and get out. Now get your ass on that lever and let me enter." Alura never heard Durel become angered before.
"Um we can't we're under orders of General Moira that the prisoner recieves no visits of healers or members of the Holy Church without his say so." the guard spoke somewhat nervous as he wasn't sure what was more frightening, angering the church or angering the general.
"Damn it, just…." Durel calmed and loot out a quarter of the money he had on his pouch. "Look, twenty six pieces of gold. That's MORE THAN ENOUGH for your entire week. Judging from that son of a-" he refrained from using profanity. "Judging from the General he wouldn't be back til some time."
"Deal!" The other more corrupt prison guard just accepted through. Alura could just no longer wonder why the scriptures told her that 'The love of money is the root of all evil.' She knew now why.
Opening the door, the guard let the two enter.
"Look Alura, we need to act quick but once you see this you need to remain calm okay. I have no idea what they've been doing to him, said something about a new form of torture which was...by the Light it was terrible to hear."
"Durel what is going…" her body froze mid sentence when she finally saw what the whole situation was about.
When they reached the corner end of the dungeon. She found what she had been looking for in the last three days. Her eyes widened like as if she had seen a ghost.
There he was lying in the floor faced down, looking significantly thinner, his body was covered in scars, cuts, bruises, and grazes. His head was bleeding, his face was bruised, one of his arms was bent with the ring fingers from his left hand being cut to the length that a quarter of his middle finger was gone, while blood poured from his nose. His entire right leg was battered and broken from the knee all the way down to the foot. It looked so terribly broken that it just completely swelled a reddish purple bruise color as it was broken from multiple different angles. His shorts were torn especially his the lower part of his waist where the bastard of a general had to do in order to humiliate him. It looked like it was only a matter of seconds before he would die as he laid there faced down on the floor while his breath was forced to gulp the fresh air.
She was too shocked and horrified to speak. So Durel ended up speaking for her. Yet the sight killed her heart, stabbed her, destroyed her or any word that could describe her own pain watching him lay down, thin, and bleeding. Is it cruelty? Is the world just truly unfair that they would prey on those who does not have any forms of defense? Does his status as a guard with a good heart mean nothing to them? It mattered to her so much that it shattered her to even look at him in this state. She wants to tell him something, but it might have been too late. Too late because of her own self that she was afraid that there would be something that would hurt her, and it indeed was correct. Not only it hurt her, but it shattered her, traumatized her to see someone in this type of state, unable to be freed from the shackles. Especially it was someone that she held so close to her own heart that she would consider giver her own life. How she regretted to ever not told her what she felt when they were alone together.
"Larkon, Larkon buddy it's me Durel can you hear me?"
Larkon spoke not a word nor did he move a muscle. All he could do was lay there battered and broken to bleed out from his injuries. He could only move his head to his side before closing his eyes while a tear escaped from the corner of it. He didn't want them to see him like this.
"Larkon….." Alura kneeled down right next to the bars, where her hand reached down onto him, her hand glowing to heal him, but already it was clear that it did little, only just healing the open wounds but would never heal the broken bones. She was in tears as she knelt as she saw his condition. This image would of him dying inside the bars would be inside her mind for all the days of her long life.
"Larkon, who did this to you, please….." She softly gripped his hands, his blood was smeared from his hand to hers. She wanted him to be in her gentle arms, that she would nurse him back to health in a bed that he would be comfortable of. That was the only objective and with that she had in her mind. There was nothing else but want to see him cared for after personally knowing what he had gone through. For all else she can only touch his hand, his hand that she onced touched when he made his promise to her all those months ago, that he would come back for her and be alright from there after…..but now that and was covered in blood from its own, and have broken a promise that he wasn't in control. But it mattered not for her as she just reached his hand even more, pleading, whispering the words of soothing comfort, empty words that was useless on his injuries. Her powers as a priestess was useless as it could only close open wounds, not his mind, his bones or anything else that is important for his health. She could just only plead for him, crying.
He couldn't answer. He had a bad time moving his lips because his jaw had been broken and half of his face was already a gory broken mess. He just didn't answer regardless of her pleads as the only answer he could give to her is to softly grip back here hand. He felt as if his own arm would fall off from his body.
"Durel, please stay with him and I will be right back. I'm going to see if I can pay for his release."
"I can't Alura, If I get caught in here I'm good as dead also." Durel reasoned.
"Please he doesn't belong here he's done nothing wrong to deserve this. Nobody deserves this kind of punishment. Please he's your friend." she tearfully begged.
"I just can't Alura….I'm sorry but, I can only follow you to pay for that's for sure, but I just can't risk my chances in here with no authority and get killed to leave Cassandra and Roland alone. Don't let me do that Alura." He said.
"Then what would you have me do then I can't just leave him here like this!" she begged, her watery eyes once more pouring with heavy tears down her cheeks. "Please Durel, I beg of you."
He sighed. "I'll give all my money on him, the guard. He'll do the work for me. That, I get to live and Larkon is guarded."
She hugged him tightly for that. "Thank you…" she spoke, accepting his money to quickly see what she could do.
He watched her leave as he kneeled down and patted Larkon softly on the shoulder. "It's gonna be okay buddy she's gonna do what she can." he spoke before paying a guard to stand close and watch him. He ran for her to follow suite.
She ran out of the prison to somewhere or just about anywhere she would be able to find someone decent or noble enough to release Larkon from his prison. Her mind was just racing so much to how she would help him that she couldn't think of anything else other than talk. Talk to someone, negotiate throughout the conversation for his release in exchange for something, or anything that she could give she would give for his life. The life that made her smile in the past months since she met him, a life that made promises that most husbands can't say to their wives, and fulfilled it. She just doesn't know what to do anymore other than letting the guilt consume her if she failed that person.
Her irrationality led her to the most obvious culprit. She was in the barracks, but not the one where she had visited often back in the day. This barracks was filled nosy 'soldiers' that was just laying in their beds instead of training. Oh how fat and lazy they look, they can't be compared to the friends she had in the barracks, the dwarf, the worgen, the ones that is been with Larkon longer than her. If this is what the General did to his men then he should be a fat one as well, but his image speaks otherwise, that he marvelled at his own physicality too much that he doesn't want it fade.
Still as much as it disgusted her, there had to be someone with enough decency to allow her to pay for Larkon's release. He didn't deserve this kind of cruelty, he had done nothing wrong. There has to be a small sense of humanity inside the general that would consider her trade of money for his freedom, or a priestesses letter of commendation to him in order to boost his reputation as a general.
Her lips were biting itself as she walked through the halls of the barracks. Durel was closely behind her but she doesn't feel any safer as lustful eyes gazed upon her forms. Men can be men to admire a woman's body but their minds are in for something more malicious than just simple admiration.
Two guards were at a door which it perhaps to be the room of General Moira. It had to be, because she depended on him ordering his release. The guards somewhat recognized her, probably they know her by Moira's detail of a draenei that he desperately wanted to bed, or forced into bed no matter what.
The guards let her in and they stopped Durel. "Just come with us and wait on the halls." They said as Durel reluctantly agreed. They weren't far but Alura being alone with a man that uses everything of his power to keep on bedding women of different races concerned him to a great extent.
When she entered she found him just sitting there looking through some maps or plans for something. An evil smirk on his face as if he was expecting her.
"I've been expecting you Priestess…." The general began, smiling on ahead as he poured a glass of wine incidentally right beside him. "I guess you want the war criminal freed right?" He asked.
"War Criminal? He is no war criminal he has done nothing wrong…" Alura lashed out before he held a hand up to silence her.
He smiled even more seeing as he now had some power over her since she needed his help to release him. "Deserting his squad in favor of the Horde. Is quite the serious offense to the Alliance. So what we have a truce with the Horde now. Once this whole Dark Portal Issue has been solved we'll be getting right back to killing one another. So as long as I'm concerned, desertion is still desertion regardless of our truce."
"He did not abandon his squad he was the only survivor from attack that you set them up to!" she pointed out sounding angry from his words of acquisition.
He shrugged without care. "I can't help what attacks them while they stand guard. Deserter or not, he's gonna get executed through torture. I don't really care, I just don't like him. I always hated Jorden, and I hate him no different. Both people I don't like are either dead or dying, so I automatically win. But you can do something different now can we priestess?" He replied, despite his own formality, his own thoughts are just purely disgusting in the eyes of the draenei.
She soon felt a shiver down her spine. It made her feel exactly like she was back in prison of the blood elf. Yet the Warlock and his minions were at least decent not to touch her. Which says something about the man in front of her now who she can already tell what he was intending to do.
"I can release him with just a snap of my fingers and…"
"No…" she blurted out.
The made his raise an eyebrow, getting irritated. "What?"
"I can only pay Moira, money, gold, jewelry, or anything. Just not what you have in mind. I have my own dignity to guard than to just let it sway for-"
"For his own life?" Moira chuckled. "Well you can leave now priestess, the corpse will be delivered in the church soon for you to mourn." He said, but he knew she won't leave.
"Yes and would you risk angering the Church?" she asked with her arms cross. Now seeing she had some position to stand against him.
The general chuckled. "The church, that is the threat? Read some rules priestess, the church does not handle military affairs unless corruption is involved. Me killing a deserter isn't corruption, you have no evidence. He dies, you get the mourn, I get off of him watching him die. We all win." He said.
"Yes but my father Vindicator Joven does. You can't threaten me with your abuse of power. I'm have my own stance in connections and power. So either you accept the pay and let him go. Or I get my father involved and even you can't stand up against him. And you'll find he's not as forgiving as I am, believe me." She crossed her arms and slammed her hoof down.
"Well I could only say. Fuck you and your father. What does he have? He has no position other than influence. So, I can say priestess, tell him, right then and now and I can go back in the dungeon. Kill him, and then he arrives."
"What did he ever do to you General? He did nothing to you but to serve you loyally." Alura said, losing her own confidence to the conversation.
"Oh you probably don't know. Months ago at that gathering in the castle with the royal family. You remember, the night of the dance and when you apparently first met him. Unknown to you an intruder, a troll rogue of some sort sneaked in. The man Larkon ruined the royal library, can you imagine the shit I got from his royal highness King Anduin for it. Because of Larkon, he made me look like a fool in front of the royal family and all his special guests."
"To be honest, you're the only one who made yourself look like a fool. At least he tried to do something while you were too busy bragging about your own false accomplishments." she smirked.
"Well thank you for saying that priestess so that I would just probably burn him alive." Moira threatened her, becoming more angry. "Currently his condition gives him two weeks to live with proper food and water, but with what I give to him, it would end his life in four days at best. So you do your best priestess to prepare his funeral or are you willing to pay up?" He smiled.
She shook her head. There was nothing else to reason the man. Time was already ticking for Larkon. "What do you want Moira? I can only give gold, or anything else you want, are you really that greedy that is not enough?"
He smirked. "Come now fair priestess you should know what I…"
"No…" She bluntly spoke.
He was now losing his patience with her dangerously fast. "I hold his life in my hands so either…"
"And I hold your reputation in my hands, either you accept the money and free him or I get my father and the church's influence to alert the King of your actions and ruin you!" she rudely interrupted. "You're not all powerful Moira you're just an arrogant, self centered, sanctimonious son of a bitch who's just jealous because Larkon is more of a man then you!" she spat at him, using curse words for the first time in her life to speak the truth of what she believes him to be.
He slapped her hard with a armored hanf. "I'm a son of a bitch am I? Then this son of a bitch wants you." He said with smittened anger as he wraps himself against the draenei, kissing her neck against her own will as he began to force himself to her.
Her hands glowed, intending to do something that would harm him. Her eyes closed as she struggled to free herself from his grip. Her genes of one being a small draenei did not help her now as she struggled against his strength, all while dazzled by his act. "Let go of me you bastard! I'm a priestess and you are viola-" He cuffed her mouth.
"Shut your pretty mouth, you fucking bitch."
She really wanted to strike him down, her lips bit against her teeth as her hands glow bright, so ready to do so. Yet a memory flashed her mind, a reminder to what is like to take a life back in Draenor stopped her from doing so. She just wants to scream yet his hands cuffed her. "Mmmmm! Pheeelphph!" She screamed through his hand as the high ranking rapist licks her neck and cheeks.
"Oh no not this time! You have been denying me of my lust for your perfect body for far too long! This time neither the Church or that bastard of a father of your's is going to save you!" he growled.
He soon felt a deep pain in his hand and yelled when he saw her bite his hand hard enough to draw blood. Forcing him to let her mouth go for her to scream only for a brief moment. "HE…!"
"BITCH!" He roared and punched her hard on the face on her right eye. Hard enough to leave a large bruise mark and swelling to block vision from her right eye.
Not wanting to be denied no more, he reached his hands close to the front of her dress and forcefully tore the front off. Exposing her bra covered giant mounds to the world. She felt herself screaming in his hand before he silenced her shoving cloth down her mouth.
"Your body is more built and fit to be my perfect whore!" he lustfully spoke before tearing her dress off to expose her lower parts still covered in her panties. Now officially making her half naked to his lustful eyes. In an act of cruelty for her biting him, he slammed his boot down her tail, causing her to scream a muffled scream of agony.
He just proceeded down to kiss her muffled lip, but a bonk from her horn when he tried to stopped him from even getting close. Thus denying from closing in on her lips, causing him to be angrier and in response he punched her in her gut. That caused her to lay down on the floor in pain. "Fucking bitch." He said as he wiped the blood off his forehead.
Durel wondered, the talk had been longer than he expected to be. He knew Alura well enough now when she keeps on visiting the barracks and the past week that she had been visiting Cassandra about the baby. He knew well enough now that Alura says no to something.
He looked around, the guards were busy sexually harassing a maid by pushing up her too short of a dress that the General has probably required them to do for his own fun, and in response the made just slapped the guard left off. By that time Durel had already took his chances and walked by down the halls to the General's room.
There was a little bit of a thud sound coming out from the room of the general. It doesn't mean much to him as he probably thought it was just probably the sound of boots. However what really drew his attention and arise his worry was the large struggling sounds going on and he could've swore he heard Alura's voice call for help for a brief moment. He only hesitated for a moment. He knew this would have consequences but at this point he cared not. Taking a breath his kicked the General's door down with his metal clad boot to see what was going on.
There before him, he saw the general struggling to try and rip the Draenei's undergarments off. For each attempt he tried she squirmed and struggled, preventing him from making any progress. A large swelling bruise was on her right eye followed by an even bigger one on her gut. Her dress was completely torn off of her, now leaving her half naked with only her undergarments to protect her privates from the prying eyes of the world. Yet her struggling angered the young general so much that he reached his hands around her neck and started strangling her in a fit of rage and attempt to stop her struggling.
"General!" He raised his voiced with widened eyes. The two both turned and Moira let her go because he got caught in the act of an attempt rape on a Priestess of the Church of the Holy Light.
Alura then just immediately bolt up from him and runs off towards Durel and hugged him close. Finally spitting the rag that was shoved deep down her throat. "Durel help…." She softly said to him through her sobs.
"Let's go Alura." He said as he watched the General with narrowed eyes of contempt.
She softly nodded and walked with him. Covering herself with her arms and hands in a failed attempt to hide her half nakedness to the world.
"Here…." he yanked the long table cloth from a closeby table to help cover her as best as he could. Her eye and stomach looked really bruised from the general's abusive hits. "Come on, let's get out of here….." He said as they moved out, leaving the general stunned, who did nothing and just let them be. It is bad enough that he got caught in the act.
He didn't understand why. The first thing he suggested to her is to tell the nearest person she knows with the highest rank of authority, and the first thing she said is no. The reason why because she knew if she'd tell only a corpse would be the remains of the man she consider in her to be more than a friend. It baffled him to think that she would do this.
"It's alright Cassandra, I'm alright. I just fell in a stair case and my dress got caught in those hooks and it ripped my dress off while I fell down. I'm alright." Alura lied. Her bruises really showed.
"Are you sure?" Cassandra asked for closure.
Durel then chimed in. "Yes Cassandra, and hey Amelia would you mind on helping Cassandra out to her room? She's still struggles to walk because of her pregnancy, and it would need at least a day or two, she just needs to rest." Durel ordered and the maid who is named Amelia nodded and helped the recent mother out, taking her hand and wrapping her hand around her for leverage as she walked her out, leaving the two out alone.
"Look Alura, why would you risk your life? I'm not going to help you any longer if you are trying to kill yourself. Larkon is my friend for some time, but…..it's not worth your own life. Why not just let him g-"
"No I will not!" She suddenly snapped before calming herself down so suddenly, closing her eyes and covering her face as she tried to wipe her tears that slowly was coming out from her eyes. "I will not, I will not, I will not." She told.
"But Alura just-"
"Would you let Cassandra go if the roles were reversed?!" she blurted out asking him seriously. All the while she just could not stop herself from crying. "I'm not going to let him go. He already did more than I could do for him in that one faithful day than I could in my whole fifty thousand years of futile existence. So what Durel if this kills me? I would've already been a dead woman had Thark and Larkon not come for me." She reasoned, there were some incense in her tone.
Durel was speechless. He had known Larkon and her being possibly close. Yet to hear her confession of how deep she was this close to him made him regret his words. Of course if the roles were reversed he fight the entire Burning Legion while being badly crippled if it meant to keep his wife and son from danger. He knew Cassandra would also do the same if she was in his shoes as well. He could only sit down next to her and help her move her hands away from her eyes so he could wash the bad swelled up bruise on her right eye.
"Alright Alura. I'll try to help what I can." Durel said to her before adding something that he remembered back in the past where they were just recent friends. "Damn, I kept on teasing Larkon about you. But I never thought it would be real." Durel mentioned.
Ameilia brought a bowl of warm water as well as a wet rag for him to use. Rensing once, he softly rubbed her injured eye. It made her flinch heavily in pain. Indicating the general hit her seriously hard. He knew the general was a monster but this showed him he was much worse than that if he went as far as to hit women this hard.
He heard a gentle knock on his door. He motioned for Amelia to answer the door as he tends to Alura currently. "So, how are we going to help him I...I don't know what else to do…"
"I don't know either…" she answered sadly, now growing comfortable enough to allow him to wash her eye before moving onto her gut.
"Alura!" they heard a soft voice ask in complete shock and worry. Alura recognized that voice and turned to see her mother Averia enter. The draenei mother rushed in and healed her bruise daughter with her stronger holy magic. "Alura what happened to you? I visited you in the inn of the dwarf but you weren't there and the dwarf told me you were here, but why are you injured? Who did this to you?"
She couldn't hold her tears anymore. Yet she did her best to hide the truth of what happened. "I...I just fell down some stairs and my dress got caught in those hooks and it ripped my dress off while I fell down and hurt myself. " She lied.
Her mother knew better, she knew her daughter more than Alura probably knew herself. Yet for her daughter's sake and for the sake of her reason of not telling the truth she went along. But Alura cannot contain her needs.
"Ma I need your...help please" she begged her mother with teary eyes. "Ma please, I need you right now to help me. Please!" She repeated.
Her mother narrowed her brow as she saw her plight. She looked like a six year old once more in her eyes as she watched her kneeled and put her head on her shoulder to plead like a child would do. She is HER OWN child, her child that she cared for and carried inside her for months, she would gladly help her. "What is it that you need Alura? Just tell me." Her mother said like a mother would.
"Someone very special to me is in the dungeon, being tortured and punished for a crime he did not commit. Please mother I need your help this person is as truly special to me as father is to you…" she begged her mother. "Ma please help me by helping him ma. I owe him so much that I can never give back. If he die's I don't know what to do but live with my guilt till I die in the church." Alura sobbed. "Please mother I beg you help him. General Moira imprisoned him and he tortures him ma. Please."
"Alura, Alura shh...calm down it's okay everything is going to be alright. You are my daughter and there is nothing I won't do to help you in your time of greatest need."
"Ma, Larkon is still in the Dungeon! I can't-"
"You'll help him trust me. We can do nothing if we just gloat in here. I'll talk to the church leaders in Stormwind the first thing right now the moment we get out of this door. Just go back to your dwarf friend and let me handle this. I promise you this Alura that he'll be freed." She told her before gesturing Alura to stand up and walks to the door. "Um young man, thank you for taking care of Alura while she's in here."
"Of course your holiness, anything I can do for a close friend and for members of the Church." He gave a slight bow to her.
"Oh stop with the holiness nonsense, we're all mortals here. Just take care. I have to make this promise for her." She said before talking back to Alura. "Let's get to your friend's inn so that you'll wash up. I'll go to the church okay?"
"Of course ma, and thank you." her daughter smiled back brightly to her before exiting Durel's home.