OH MY GOODNESS! 3 CHAPTERS IN A WEEK BY HAMMERTIDE? IS THE REAL HAMMERTIDE DEAD AND REPLACED BY AN ALIEN CLONE? HE NEVER DOES THIS! HE ONLY POSTS CHAPTERS ONCE A YEAR! IN EACH DIFFERENT STORIES! -Truth
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Ellia's Journal.
I am Ellia Suneyes, a blood elven priestess from Quel'thalas, currently I am trapped for an unknown amount of days here inside the black temple with a stranger turned friend names Celvic Gander, currently I'm writing this to whoever would found this journal to tell my family and his about what happened to if ever the worst would happen. His death would be my death that is assured, if he dies, there is no chance for me to walk myself all throughout from the Temple, through the Hellfire Peninsula back to Shattrath.
For now we are in a dire situation, he had been poisoned through a small treasure box where its key hole was actually a mechanized trapped designed to pierce at prodding fingers, Celvic once noted its odd insect like smell of the box, and it opened also, a hearthstone was inside, and it has been a day since this incident. I ran out of alchemy ingredients to make a cure, and right now I'm hoping that the soap that I made could be broken down so that I could make a potion to help him. I'm still praying.
I had the option to teleport myself out from here and go home safe and sound with my family, at the cost of the life of a human friend of mine as I leave him to his own devices to surely succumbed to the poison to be left in my guilty consciousness, or stay and take the risk staying and healing him, so that both of us may come out from this and together, meet our families without having the guilt to haunt us in our old age.
And as stupid as it maybe, I chose the latter, I chose to risk it all and stay here, destroying the hearthstone so that the temptations of going for the easier way out would be out from my mind, no matter how much regret I might have in the future, that is if I have a future at all when there's no assurance of salvation here. I will not leave him behind to die just so that I may live, I learned that enough.
Ellia ruffled through her bags, hoping to find one more health potion so that she could use it on him as he was left in a hard sleep. She could hear his rapid breaths as he struggled to find warmth, despite the fact that she had covered him from head to toe with the blankets and the covers of the bed, but it still left him shivering with hard breaths. Briefly looking back at her cooking of the her alchemy and watched the liquid soap starting to become transparent in a slow paced manner.
I need more time.
Just enough time, and he'll make it through. I hope and pray.
Wishful thinking in her part, it wouldn't be just a walk in the park making a potion to cure him out of his poisoning, she gathered the poison that remained in the box and is still waiting for her cooking to finish so that she could gather its contents and start cooking a alchemy brew to work on a cure. She could only guess that the venom or poison that Celvic gathered from the box was from Terrokarantula, a large spider that was native to Terrokar forest. This is a gamble that she had to take, she could only have the tiniest doses due to how insufficient her ingredients are, but it will have to do.
She will lay her life in this gamble when she destroyed the hearthstone. It was extremely stupid for her to do so, knowing that how difficult it would be now that Celvic is fighting for his life, unable to respond to her because of how much pain he is enduring from the venom. It was an easy way out for her, just put her thoughts in Quel'thalas as she curls her hand around the hearthstone and she'll be back home and safe, Celvic would inevitably would succumb to the venom, alone in this very room, wondering in his final moments where she had gone to, not knowing she is back to her home safe and to be married as his heart labored for more blood to be pumped into his body.
The thought of how selfish it is sent shivers down to her body. She couldn't imagine the guilt in her heart that would remain in her had she done it, leaving him to suffer through the pain and die, while just a day before that, they drank themselves in joy and pleasure, having a semblance of happiness in this hopeless prison. She couldn't find it in herself to just leave him to die, and the temptation of it for an easy way out for her is the reason that she had to destroy the hearthstone.
Finally holding something solid into her hand, she grabbed on to it and sighed in relief as a bottle that contains red liquid came into view for her. It was a small health potion but she'll ration it to till this entire venomous ordeal ends for him. Quickly she scurries over to the bed, this time pouring a portion of the potion to a bowl so that Celvic wouldn't suddenly lunge it and take the entire potion from her and drink it all like had last time. And she could understand his pain, she had seen people die from the poison of Terrokarantula and that was when they had all the potions in the world at their leisure. What more could she give when what medicines remain, she would have to ration it to the smallest of bunch?
Ellia held up the bowl close to him, still gasping with sharp breaths. "Celvic, take this, it will make you feel better." She offered as she puts the bowl unto his mouth, before drinking it. "You'll be better, I promise you that. We'll both get out of here." She said before looking back at her cooking, seeing that it is still not there yet though slowly progressing, and it frustrates her. When she touched his arm, she could understand why he was shivering, because despite the warmth that the blankets and the bed covers provide, his skin feels like a plain snow. The shiver of his arm made her feel sick herself as she imagined how much pain he is going through.
She banished Marmon back into the Twisting Nethers thinking that he might endanger Celvic in a way, and at this point she felt so alone, with no one to talk to. Celvic is too weak to talk to as he could do nothing but to try and stop the unending shiver of his body, while she could only sit down and wait as the flames slowly cooked through the liquid feeling of despair and loneliness bothers her so much that sometimes she would wish that the Succubus would once again start talking to her thoughts so that she could just have someone to talk to.
This feeling of deep despair and hopelessness felt familiar to her, back in the dungeons of Dalaran, where she was locked in a dark place behind the cobweb covered bars. It took her how many years to finally stop having sleepless nights from the ordeal and where she is now makes the wounds that scarred her, tear open again.
She felt Celvic move and she looked to inspect him, he moved into a fetal position and he desperately tried to avoid the cold. She looked back to her cooking, and notices that it would still be sometime before it finally dissolves back to what she wanted in order to cure him. It is still going to sometime, I pray to the Light that Celvic wouldn't die before that time arrives.
She pressed herself against his back and put her arms around him, feeling every shake and shiver that his body makes as she leans her head on the back of his neck, trying to find any source of heat for him, and her body heat is all she could thought of as small tears trickled from her eyes, all the way down to her chin. This is just like before... She thought to herself, just like before stuck in a dark place while in a fetal position, awaiting her inevitable death at the hands of their human allies.
"It's going to be alright Celvic, have faith...for me."
Allies...that title bear no word from them, to the human bastards that betrayed them. All of it, where lies, thinking that their salvation lies unto a human general was stupidity at its core. Had the fall of Quel'thalas really affected them that much that they would stoop so low? And now it leads to their entire heritage and race to extinction. And all of it because they had to ally themselves to the Naga so that they won't be slaughtered by mindless undead.
Where she is now, inside the cold dark cell is the embodiment of human cruelty. She could here some of the screams of Elven women at the distance as their human captors poured their frustration on them and she could only make herself as small as possible inside the cell, huddled in the corner, with ragged and dirty clothes, hoping that she'll might not get noticed if the humans are looking for someone to entertain their itch to, she knows what they are doing, she isn't ignorant about it. She could only chuckle even at the worst moments when she remembered her naive self thinking that humanity isn't all that bad, and thought that sometimes her own people seem selfish and ungrateful to their sacrifices.
The very thought of it now could make her puke. Her people did everything right and humans did everything wrong, that is the truth that had always been obvious to her but she had ignored it. And this is the truth that reality wanted to make her see, and now she's at the middle of it, to make an example how immoral humans are. Though there are a few humans with a good heart, they are a few that does not represent their race.
A loud sound of metal crashing against the bars stopped her inner monologues as she looked back in horror when she saw the figure in front of her cell. He was human, she could tell but its almost as if he isn't. His face was hideous with half lidded eyes, and especially the way she looked at her made it all terrifying as his smile widened so much, like a predator on the hunt with its teeth barring to scare its cornered prey. The way his tongue moved across his teeth as he made an obscene slurping noise that disgusted the young woman, then immediately holding his and out through the bars to reach for her as she immediately moved away, pushing herself against the wall, ignoring the pain on her head with it crashed against the wall to just try and stay away the human.
She tried to use her abilities as a priestess to strike down at the man, but no matter how hard she tried it failed her, forgetting in this foray that the dungeon cell they are put in takes away their magic overtime as they remain here. As long as she remains here, she is helpless and vulnerable to all the threats that he posed.
His laugh startled her, his horrible laugh that almost made her long ears bled scarred her til she grows old. His teeth barred as hands gripped on to the bars of the cell and dreadfully spoke. "Hehe, yer a nice fine catch missy. Elven women..." He purposely paused, as if taunting the horrified priestess as he widened his eyes, scanning her through his wide orbs. "Silky skin and soft skin, fine child bearing hips."
When he mentioned her hips, it put everything on her not to puke the bile that wanted to come out from her throat. The thought of a half-human spawn in her womb disgusted her.
The smell of liquor and plain ale reached the elf's nose. That's what they had been doing, choking themselves to peasant alcohol as they had sullied the imprisoned elven women. She should have known that this would happen when they separated men, women and children alike, and she desperately hopes that they don't have it into themselves that they would even touch children, that would have been the final straw that broke the camel's back on her trust towards humans, it has been a miracle that it took so long to put their attention towards her.
The bastard laughed loudly at her and announced. "Guys come here! Some elven whore is gonna get it tonight!" The footman announced, surrounding Ellia who was cowering in the corner, her clothes ragged and dirty.
Fear and panic immediately washed what ever defiance she had in her. "Please no! Please!" She pleads, as tears poured out from her eyes, but it only fell to deaf ears as three more footmen came barging in the cell with the look of lust in their eyes, wanting to come and hold their prize.
Ellia froze, holding her breath and she stands upright, her hands clutched against her chest in futile sense of protection as her legs shook rapidly. "The whore is surely gonna enjoy this." Some footman scoffed as he stroked her precious white locks.
"Please don't touch me..." She could only whimper before suddenly being grabbed by all of them as they tried to tear off her dress, she could only scream as loud as she could.
She concentrated on at the boiling liquid as she put the last grams of the petals into the bowl, readying to be cooked and stirred, before taking the small box and extracting what remains of the venom, just small drops of it remaining inside a rather large and thick needle, squeezing it out gently from the contraption drop by drop into the cooking bowl. It is a gamble that she must succeed on, as it is her own life that she had bet on the table in order for them to both live.
Once they both get out from this place, it might be a bit easier for her to tell herself that she is foolish on destroying the hearthstone when she could have just kept it as she tried to nurse Celvic back to health, and it would have been easy to tell herself that, but she knew that the temptation of saving herself with it and leaving Celvic to die was just too great and eventually when the struggle becomes seemingly overwhelming, she would be selfish enough to it and leave him to die that is why she had to destroy the hearthstone, so that she would have no choice but to help him through the entire ordeal. She would be saving not just an another life, but also a friend that she had grown close to in this dire moments.
A groan from Celvic made her immediately look back and climb over the bed to meet him. His eyes were opened for the first time since yesterday or more, though seemingly unaware to where he is as his teeth grinds against each other as his breath hardens. "It hurts, it hurts so bad. Please make it stop." He pleads, though he did not look at her, he just wants the pain to go away as he kept on.
She touched his shoulder and she was just surprised at the heat of his skin, almost searing her fingers, looking at his face seeing the bloodshot red in his eyes and the red of his face as sweat covered him. Hurrying over to find a cloth before dousing it with the water from the open tub. She climbs back over to the bed before putting the cloth on to his neck and face, hoping that it would cool him down. "Nurse?" Celvic responds to her action, at this point, and at this condition, he didn't know where he is and he didn't know who she is. "Nurse, please help me nurse!" Celvic pleaded so loudly that it frightened Ellia.
She didn't even noticed that tears were already starting to wet the corner of her eyes as she pleads for him to quiet down his cries, deathly afraid that the demons and nagas might have heard them. "Celvic, please, shhh..." She consoled as the back of her hand caresses his cheek to calm him down. "Don't worry, I'll help you, I'll help you, just calm." The moment was so heart pounding for her that she didn't know the tears that trickled down her face as she desperately consoles him. "I'm here for you, you're not alone, I didn't leave you, I won't leave you...I'll promise you that Celvic..." Even her own breaths were affected. "I'm not going to leave you, I'll stay for you..."
Finally, he calmed as he closed his eyes and drifts to sleep, with slow and soft breaths. She doesn't know how he did it, but he managed to calm himself through the intense pain, and even if he doesn't know it, tried to help himself to help her. Ellia finally noticed her own rapid and short breaths as she pulled away from Celvic before hugging her knees, the emotions and struggles inside was starting to get to her as she tried to wipe the tears from her own eyes only for more to come out.
She covered her mouth with her hands as she muffled her sobs, sitting their, the feeling of dread was suffocating her as she could do nothing but let her emotions out for now and face the problems with a face later. As for now, she couldn't hold it inside of her as the sudden turn of events in the last few days was too fast and too much for her to handle in such little time.
They both are a horrible image to present.
A dying man in the bed and a crying woman next to him.
BEHIND THE SCENES WITH YOUR VERY OWN DIRECTOR AND AUTHOR, HAMMERTIDE!
Ellia: You are making me too emotional in this chapter HammerTide! I am not that weak!
Me: Well, you are trapped in a room with enemies outside, basically trapped while Celvic is dying next to you. It must be quite overwhelming to take in at the sudden turns of the situation.
Celvic: Well, he is kinda right Ellia. I mean-
Ellia: OH SHUT UP CELVIC! I know you have a crush on me, and you're hoping that your sickness is gonna make me care for you.
Me: Well (*scratching my head) you do have a crush on him also-*proceeds to get smacked hard on the lips by Ellia
