Oi! I do not own any of the Warcraft III characters or anything else! I do own raliel of
coarse,she is an original character, but Blizzard owns the rest! OI ^_____________^;;;
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They thought I didn't know...they thought I had forgotton that night,fifteen winters
ago..
~
"What will we do with her,love?"
The woman looked down at the shivering child.
"We will take her into our home...and treat her as if she was our own." She smiled,
stroking the child's head.
"...But ,Tyrande,...She's-"
"I know who she is..its the least we can do.."
He looked sadly at the child.
"Please dear..for the sake of her mother.."
Malfurion gazed at his wife.
"No,I will only do this for the child's sake.."
Tyrande sighed knowingly.
"As long as she is kept away from Prince Arthas.." she spoke with dread.
The two of them,then took the child's hand and entered the small hut that was her
new home.
~
"Raliel! Come down will you!"
I stood at the top of the stairs. The wooden engraved railings beneath my fingers. Drawing
in a breath,I walked slowly down the steps. My guardians,Malfurion and Tyrande were waiting
for me. I knew what they were going to tell me. I knew their speech they planned.
"Yes?" I said calmly.
"Raliel..It's time we told you something,please come into the other room,dear." Tyrande
spoke.
I nodded. I knew by now that it was better to get it over with than try and fight them on
anything. They began to walk in the other room. I followed as we entered the beautiful room,
decorated with forest colors. Taking a seat,Malfurion began to tell me..
"Raliel...we found you in the Ashenvale woods when you were just two. We didn't know where
you came from until.."
Tyrande broke in,"Until we looked at you and saw you bore the same marks. The same marks as
a Warden."
I let them carry on their tale,looking down the whole while.
"Your mother.." Malfurion spoke again. "Was Maiev Shadowsong. She was a Warden,a great
warrior,Elune rest her soul.." he drifted off.
"I know who my mother was." I said,breaking the sudden silence like a cut of a blade.
They looked at me,somewhat surprised that I already knew.
"Did you not think I couldn't hear the gossip the people spread everyday?!"
"We try our best to shield you from that nonsense,Raliel!" Malfurion,boomed.
"She isn't dead. How can you act like she is?!"
"Dear,we thought it best to accept the fact.."
"What? That my mother is dead instead of in the middle of nowhere driving herself mad?!"
"Please.." Tyrande pleaded.
"What else did you think best? That this should be kept from me until I was 17? I'm
surprised
you didn't wait until I was on my deathbed!"
I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I felt every atom inside me,tingle when my voice rose.
I left the elegant room and ran to the stairs,something stopped me though,I waited near
the very top. I tried to hold my breath and listen for any sound.
"What are we going to do?" I heard Tyrande say ,quietly.
"...There's nothing we can do now. She knows. Its up to her what path she takes."
"But what if-"
"No..do not even say it." Malfurion said solemnly.
I felt as if they were looking through the walls at me. I drew in my breath and slowly crept
up the stairs,trying my best not to make a sound. When I got to my room I exhaled and
gathered my wits. I had to think. What did they mean..'my own path'? Up till now,I've always
accepted my role as a child. Someone without a plan. A destiny. But now,everything is
different. All of the sudden they expect me to be someone. Somewhere,deep inside me,I knew
this had to do with that fateful night,and the utterance of 'Prince Arthas'.
End of Chapter 1
coarse,she is an original character, but Blizzard owns the rest! OI ^_____________^;;;
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They thought I didn't know...they thought I had forgotton that night,fifteen winters
ago..
~
"What will we do with her,love?"
The woman looked down at the shivering child.
"We will take her into our home...and treat her as if she was our own." She smiled,
stroking the child's head.
"...But ,Tyrande,...She's-"
"I know who she is..its the least we can do.."
He looked sadly at the child.
"Please dear..for the sake of her mother.."
Malfurion gazed at his wife.
"No,I will only do this for the child's sake.."
Tyrande sighed knowingly.
"As long as she is kept away from Prince Arthas.." she spoke with dread.
The two of them,then took the child's hand and entered the small hut that was her
new home.
~
"Raliel! Come down will you!"
I stood at the top of the stairs. The wooden engraved railings beneath my fingers. Drawing
in a breath,I walked slowly down the steps. My guardians,Malfurion and Tyrande were waiting
for me. I knew what they were going to tell me. I knew their speech they planned.
"Yes?" I said calmly.
"Raliel..It's time we told you something,please come into the other room,dear." Tyrande
spoke.
I nodded. I knew by now that it was better to get it over with than try and fight them on
anything. They began to walk in the other room. I followed as we entered the beautiful room,
decorated with forest colors. Taking a seat,Malfurion began to tell me..
"Raliel...we found you in the Ashenvale woods when you were just two. We didn't know where
you came from until.."
Tyrande broke in,"Until we looked at you and saw you bore the same marks. The same marks as
a Warden."
I let them carry on their tale,looking down the whole while.
"Your mother.." Malfurion spoke again. "Was Maiev Shadowsong. She was a Warden,a great
warrior,Elune rest her soul.." he drifted off.
"I know who my mother was." I said,breaking the sudden silence like a cut of a blade.
They looked at me,somewhat surprised that I already knew.
"Did you not think I couldn't hear the gossip the people spread everyday?!"
"We try our best to shield you from that nonsense,Raliel!" Malfurion,boomed.
"She isn't dead. How can you act like she is?!"
"Dear,we thought it best to accept the fact.."
"What? That my mother is dead instead of in the middle of nowhere driving herself mad?!"
"Please.." Tyrande pleaded.
"What else did you think best? That this should be kept from me until I was 17? I'm
surprised
you didn't wait until I was on my deathbed!"
I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I felt every atom inside me,tingle when my voice rose.
I left the elegant room and ran to the stairs,something stopped me though,I waited near
the very top. I tried to hold my breath and listen for any sound.
"What are we going to do?" I heard Tyrande say ,quietly.
"...There's nothing we can do now. She knows. Its up to her what path she takes."
"But what if-"
"No..do not even say it." Malfurion said solemnly.
I felt as if they were looking through the walls at me. I drew in my breath and slowly crept
up the stairs,trying my best not to make a sound. When I got to my room I exhaled and
gathered my wits. I had to think. What did they mean..'my own path'? Up till now,I've always
accepted my role as a child. Someone without a plan. A destiny. But now,everything is
different. All of the sudden they expect me to be someone. Somewhere,deep inside me,I knew
this had to do with that fateful night,and the utterance of 'Prince Arthas'.
End of Chapter 1