BAH! Forget about all the mary-sue stuff...it's pointless to argue with the
reviewers, so I'll stop now. And you know what, everyone who's reading
this? This DOES need a good title. Hehe...^__^;;;; I'm REALLY uncreative with
titles, so how's "Ropes" (It doesn't sound very good. That's my proof for
coming up with very bad titles)? I guess the title can explain it self at
umm...some part of the story! Anyways, I need a better title, any ideas from
any of you left who are reading this? *silence* Blizzard owns Warcraft 3,
R&R, and enjoy! I hope...
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He remained hovering, glancing down on his corrupted corpse on the altar and his large blades that lay close by. No matter how many times he had tried to grab at his body, it was no use. He tried to run towards his brother whenever he saw him, but something held him back, almost like a bond with his body. His blades were in his reach but his hands went through them as well. He had no choice but to remain with his corpse as another elf walked up towards it.
She pressed her fingers into his motionless hand and lifted it up. She gently tested it by moving it around a bit. She fingered the rough calluses on his unbandaged hands. "This will do." she said quietly. She curiously turned her head to look at a book that was also placed on the altar.
"Could that be?" he pondered as he watched her step up towards it and begin to mumble the words written out loud.
Suddenly, he was pulled up and sent down as a shaft of light. He could feel himself, back inside of his body. The horns on his head disappeared, his hooves turned back into his feet and his wings shrank and returned into his back. He stood up and declared triumphantly, "Illidan Stormrage is once more!"
The huntresses at the altar had dropped their flags on the ground as many people gathered around. Furion and Maiev were pushing through the crowd while Tyrande and Jaina were hushing the large crowd and sending them back to their normal duties. They met with Furion and Maiev at the altar. Firebrand stood shocked as she saw Illidan, alive again, dead just a few seconds ago. She did not know what she did. She only knew that it came from the power of the book.
"Ah finally, Illidan! All this work I go through to get your body back and my reward is finally given to me!" exclaimed Maiev, as she took one of his hands and put it behind his back. She proceeded to grab the other but was interrupted by Furion.
"Maiev! Settle down! You cannot arrest him!" he told her.
"Do you dare stop me?" challenged Maiev.
"I forbid you to arrest Illidan Stormrage." he stated calmly.
"I agree." said Tyrande.
"So do I!" Illidan quickly added in. "Now let me go you senseless warden!" He easily broke out of her grip.
"It is settled then, Maiev Shadowsong is forbidden to arrest Illidan Stormrage."
Firebrand was quite fond of the three person agreement which had saved her from quite a few punishments.
"Demon scum..." the warden muttered under her breath as she turned around and walked away.
Illidan had a look of victory on his face as he watched her retreat. It was a look that Furion had seen on his brother's face many times before. It was the expression that Illidan held on his face whenever he won a fight, battle or argument, which he usually started. He had an essence that was almost meant to anger others. The mere thought of surrendering brought a grin to his face, unless it was him who was to retreat. Never had he done so before or plan to do. He turned to the night elf girl at the altar and put a hand on her shoulder. "I thank you with all my...heart for reviving me. I sat with my body for every single second that I was dead, including the days when you spent hours and hours just trying to get my elbow to bend or those final bursts of flame that would finish melting the last bit of ice. I honour you. What is your name, little one?"
"My name is Firebrand." she replied. "You need not honour me for you have been my idol for my whole life. I should be the one to honour you. To me, you have always been Illidan dal dieb...with honour..." She bowed down her head and lifted up one of her hands so that her palm was facing outwards. She created a weak flame around it.
A smile came to Illidan's face and he accepted it by putting his hand against hers and joining the flame with his own. He suddenly noticed the white streak that ran down her hair. He took his hand off her shoulder and ran his fingers down it. Their hands were set down again. "Was it always like that?" he asked curiously.
"The white hair? Yes, I believe so, I was born with it." she answered.
He turned to face Furion and Tyrande who seemed to have had their own side conversation. "May I take her somewhere?"
"You may, brother." Furion replied.
"But for how long?" questioned the priestess.
"It would depend...I would say a short while, nothing past six hours or so." he answered surely, as if it were planned out to him already.
Tyrande answered, "Well go then! You seem eager to talk to her, Illidan. If you need us, at least one of us will be here."
Illidan nodded and took his blades. He stepped off the altar and began walking outside the base, setting a quick pace. Firebrand quickly caught up, with her blades in hand as well. She followed behind him non-chalantly while she swung her weapons through the air. Illidan stopped at an empty patch of grass nearby a forest.
"Here. This will be a good spot." he said as he laid his blades down and sat beside them.
Firebrand did the same. She ran her fingers through the soft grass. She could not part with her bond with nature, like all night elves.
"You have an interesting set of blades, Firebrand." he told her. "May I see one?" he asked.
She nodded and passed one over to him, it felt like a feather to her. He took it with ease, as if it were even lighter than a feather. He looked at them from different angles.
"You see these letters?" he pointed out as he showed her the blade. "I will explain them to you later."
"Letters? I thought that they were just scratches!" she said to herself in her head.
"Firstly, I am sure that you would like to get rid of those wings, wouldn't you?"
"Well, I have gotten used to them but they are a nuisance to me. I've tried all that I could to get them to disappear but it does not seem to be possible."
"It is possible, I have just learned how to do so." Illidan put his hands together and mumbled a few elven words. He reached over and touched her leathery wings.
Firebrand felt an immense pain surge through her back as the wings disappeared into her back. Her back suddenly felt very sore. "Must it hurt?"
"Perhaps there is a painless way, but nobody else knows it, Firebrand. Meditation should be able to take that pain away."
She took his words and began to hover with her legs crossed. Illidan decided to join her.
"I wonder what Illidan has on his mind." she pondered to herself. "I'm sure that he will not mind just a small peek." She concentrated her thoughts together as they found their way towards Illidan's mind.
"You cannot break in that easily, young demon hunter. My mind is strong and your weaknesses only make me stronger. But I am impressed at your abilities."
They meditated in silence for an hour as they gathered their thoughts and answered their own questions. They placed their feet back on the ground and stretched their muscles.
"I will explain what is on those blades now. I had to get the small things out of the way first." Illidan told her.
"Aren't those letters a small deal?" she asked him.
His answered coolly. "You are about to find out."
"Take a look at this. Here, right under this blade. Do you see it?"
"Yes, I do. I have never noticed them that way."
"Do you know what they stand for?"
The words made their own way out of her mouth. "Illidan Storm...rage!" she exclaimed. "Do you mean that these were once yours?"
"They were until I fashioned myself a better pair. These were handed down to me by my great-grandfather Firebrand Stormrage. He was killed when the old well was destroyed. I had a feeling that your name sounded familiar...Now look," He etched in two short horizontal lines coming from the "I". "What does it stand for now?" he asked.
"Firebrand Stormrage! You mean, I am a Stormrage?" she questioned shockingly.
"And part Shadowsong." he added.
Firebrand was even more stunned at his answer. Not only was her idol, the Betrayer, her father, but the powerful warden that had once traveled relentlessly to recapture him, was her mother.
"Firebrand, isn't that the blood elf mage that you always talk to?" he asked as he pointed towards the far side of the forest.
She turned her head and saw Sylvos, with three glowing spheres over his head. Normally, he did not summon them, only during battle and sometimes when he wanted to be alone. "Excuse me for a short while..."
"Father," he told her with a smile. "you can call me' father'. I will wait for you right here."
She smiled back and ran off with her blades.
He remained hovering, glancing down on his corrupted corpse on the altar and his large blades that lay close by. No matter how many times he had tried to grab at his body, it was no use. He tried to run towards his brother whenever he saw him, but something held him back, almost like a bond with his body. His blades were in his reach but his hands went through them as well. He had no choice but to remain with his corpse as another elf walked up towards it.
She pressed her fingers into his motionless hand and lifted it up. She gently tested it by moving it around a bit. She fingered the rough calluses on his unbandaged hands. "This will do." she said quietly. She curiously turned her head to look at a book that was also placed on the altar.
"Could that be?" he pondered as he watched her step up towards it and begin to mumble the words written out loud.
Suddenly, he was pulled up and sent down as a shaft of light. He could feel himself, back inside of his body. The horns on his head disappeared, his hooves turned back into his feet and his wings shrank and returned into his back. He stood up and declared triumphantly, "Illidan Stormrage is once more!"
The huntresses at the altar had dropped their flags on the ground as many people gathered around. Furion and Maiev were pushing through the crowd while Tyrande and Jaina were hushing the large crowd and sending them back to their normal duties. They met with Furion and Maiev at the altar. Firebrand stood shocked as she saw Illidan, alive again, dead just a few seconds ago. She did not know what she did. She only knew that it came from the power of the book.
"Ah finally, Illidan! All this work I go through to get your body back and my reward is finally given to me!" exclaimed Maiev, as she took one of his hands and put it behind his back. She proceeded to grab the other but was interrupted by Furion.
"Maiev! Settle down! You cannot arrest him!" he told her.
"Do you dare stop me?" challenged Maiev.
"I forbid you to arrest Illidan Stormrage." he stated calmly.
"I agree." said Tyrande.
"So do I!" Illidan quickly added in. "Now let me go you senseless warden!" He easily broke out of her grip.
"It is settled then, Maiev Shadowsong is forbidden to arrest Illidan Stormrage."
Firebrand was quite fond of the three person agreement which had saved her from quite a few punishments.
"Demon scum..." the warden muttered under her breath as she turned around and walked away.
Illidan had a look of victory on his face as he watched her retreat. It was a look that Furion had seen on his brother's face many times before. It was the expression that Illidan held on his face whenever he won a fight, battle or argument, which he usually started. He had an essence that was almost meant to anger others. The mere thought of surrendering brought a grin to his face, unless it was him who was to retreat. Never had he done so before or plan to do. He turned to the night elf girl at the altar and put a hand on her shoulder. "I thank you with all my...heart for reviving me. I sat with my body for every single second that I was dead, including the days when you spent hours and hours just trying to get my elbow to bend or those final bursts of flame that would finish melting the last bit of ice. I honour you. What is your name, little one?"
"My name is Firebrand." she replied. "You need not honour me for you have been my idol for my whole life. I should be the one to honour you. To me, you have always been Illidan dal dieb...with honour..." She bowed down her head and lifted up one of her hands so that her palm was facing outwards. She created a weak flame around it.
A smile came to Illidan's face and he accepted it by putting his hand against hers and joining the flame with his own. He suddenly noticed the white streak that ran down her hair. He took his hand off her shoulder and ran his fingers down it. Their hands were set down again. "Was it always like that?" he asked curiously.
"The white hair? Yes, I believe so, I was born with it." she answered.
He turned to face Furion and Tyrande who seemed to have had their own side conversation. "May I take her somewhere?"
"You may, brother." Furion replied.
"But for how long?" questioned the priestess.
"It would depend...I would say a short while, nothing past six hours or so." he answered surely, as if it were planned out to him already.
Tyrande answered, "Well go then! You seem eager to talk to her, Illidan. If you need us, at least one of us will be here."
Illidan nodded and took his blades. He stepped off the altar and began walking outside the base, setting a quick pace. Firebrand quickly caught up, with her blades in hand as well. She followed behind him non-chalantly while she swung her weapons through the air. Illidan stopped at an empty patch of grass nearby a forest.
"Here. This will be a good spot." he said as he laid his blades down and sat beside them.
Firebrand did the same. She ran her fingers through the soft grass. She could not part with her bond with nature, like all night elves.
"You have an interesting set of blades, Firebrand." he told her. "May I see one?" he asked.
She nodded and passed one over to him, it felt like a feather to her. He took it with ease, as if it were even lighter than a feather. He looked at them from different angles.
"You see these letters?" he pointed out as he showed her the blade. "I will explain them to you later."
"Letters? I thought that they were just scratches!" she said to herself in her head.
"Firstly, I am sure that you would like to get rid of those wings, wouldn't you?"
"Well, I have gotten used to them but they are a nuisance to me. I've tried all that I could to get them to disappear but it does not seem to be possible."
"It is possible, I have just learned how to do so." Illidan put his hands together and mumbled a few elven words. He reached over and touched her leathery wings.
Firebrand felt an immense pain surge through her back as the wings disappeared into her back. Her back suddenly felt very sore. "Must it hurt?"
"Perhaps there is a painless way, but nobody else knows it, Firebrand. Meditation should be able to take that pain away."
She took his words and began to hover with her legs crossed. Illidan decided to join her.
"I wonder what Illidan has on his mind." she pondered to herself. "I'm sure that he will not mind just a small peek." She concentrated her thoughts together as they found their way towards Illidan's mind.
"You cannot break in that easily, young demon hunter. My mind is strong and your weaknesses only make me stronger. But I am impressed at your abilities."
They meditated in silence for an hour as they gathered their thoughts and answered their own questions. They placed their feet back on the ground and stretched their muscles.
"I will explain what is on those blades now. I had to get the small things out of the way first." Illidan told her.
"Aren't those letters a small deal?" she asked him.
His answered coolly. "You are about to find out."
"Take a look at this. Here, right under this blade. Do you see it?"
"Yes, I do. I have never noticed them that way."
"Do you know what they stand for?"
The words made their own way out of her mouth. "Illidan Storm...rage!" she exclaimed. "Do you mean that these were once yours?"
"They were until I fashioned myself a better pair. These were handed down to me by my great-grandfather Firebrand Stormrage. He was killed when the old well was destroyed. I had a feeling that your name sounded familiar...Now look," He etched in two short horizontal lines coming from the "I". "What does it stand for now?" he asked.
"Firebrand Stormrage! You mean, I am a Stormrage?" she questioned shockingly.
"And part Shadowsong." he added.
Firebrand was even more stunned at his answer. Not only was her idol, the Betrayer, her father, but the powerful warden that had once traveled relentlessly to recapture him, was her mother.
"Firebrand, isn't that the blood elf mage that you always talk to?" he asked as he pointed towards the far side of the forest.
She turned her head and saw Sylvos, with three glowing spheres over his head. Normally, he did not summon them, only during battle and sometimes when he wanted to be alone. "Excuse me for a short while..."
"Father," he told her with a smile. "you can call me' father'. I will wait for you right here."
She smiled back and ran off with her blades.