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"...I care about you...because I love you, Firebrand..." the words echoed in her head as she paced around. The kiss that he gave her repeated over and over in her head. "...because I love you, Firebrand..."
Sylvos opened his eyes and tried to sit up but his whole body ached and he groaned in pain instead. He looked around and found himself lying in a tent which was dimly lit with candles. Ryarros quickly entered the tent and made him lie back down.
"Sylvos, you've been severly injured. The poison from that arrow was fast and it was somebody else's recipe. We don't know how to stop it so we've been keeping your energy up while a team of orc runners are going back to the base to send for help." the priest told him.
"Good. But how the hell could that even be possible? It was just my arm that was hit by just an arrow. They shouldn't be able to possess such a strong poison. Ugh..." he shook his head in confusion. "How long have I been unconscious?" he asked.
"Probably around four to five hours. Both the orcs and the blood elves have agreed to stay here until you can leave." Ryarros replied. "Well actually...that was Furion's rule." He snapped back into seriousness. "How are you feeling, Sylvos?"
He groaned again, "It hurts...argh...Somebody please...Send me an angel..."
Two doors slammed open and a few peons ran into the Great Hall. "Warchief! It be urgent!" they called out.
"What is it?" Thrall asked calmly.
"Daisho's army send message, blood mage ally hurt and need help." one said.
Thrall mounted his black wolf and dashed outside.
"What's going on?" Maiev asked as she walked beside Illidan.
"Sylvos is injured and needs help!" Thrall replied.
Nearby, Firebrand picked up the message and dashed past her parents and Thrall. "I'm going and you can't stop me!" she quickly called out as she was soon out of sight. The warchief followed her into the woods despite their differences in speed.
"No, Firebrand! You can't!" Maiev yelled, but it was no use.
Illidan put a comforting arm around her. "Don't worry, Maiev. She will be able to take care of herself. After all, she is my daughter." he told her reassuringly, yet proudly at the same time. Others around him stared at him wide-eyed and he glared at them coldly. "Get back to work!" he snarled.
"What the hell are these?!" Firebrand muttered frustratedly through her fanged teeth. She performed a well-balanced sweeping kick to the side, knocking some black apparitions into the wall of dead trees. She close her eyes and let her fury take over as she morphed into her demon form. She impaled one on each end of her demon blades and stabbed another one with the claw of her wing. "Damn them...fire doesn't work on them." she said to herself after letting out a breath of flames. One ghost thrust itself at Firebrand and managed to land a gash across her cheek. She threw it off and slashed it in two. Light seeped through its wounds as blood trickled down hers. "Why won't you stop?!" she demanded furiously as she rammed a few out of the way with her horns.
A large swarm surrounded her and she tried to fight off as many as she could. It soon became no use and she began to take in more damage than she could handle. Suddenly, sparks of electricity struck one dead and bounced off it, killing others as well.
"Firebrand!" a gruff voice called out.
"Thrall, is that you?" Firebrand asked. "You orcs have the most perfect timing!"
"Look, I don't have anything against you going to help Sylvos but we need to stick together if we want to get to their camp alive." Thrall told her.
She nodded, "You're right but we must hurry." She then whispered silently, "I'm coming, Sylvos."
"Daisho, can you hear that?" a raider asked him.
"Hear what?" Daisho replied.
"The crackling, the shouting...There's even some light rumbling..."
"Yes...I hear it now. Gather our orcish troops and tell them to investigate. I shall go with them." the blademaster ordered.
Not long after, a small force of orcs met their battle against the dark spirits.
"We will hold them back, take these plants and go, Firebrand!"Thrall shouted to the demon hunter through the battle.
Firebrand darted across him to get the herbs and then dashed off towards the camp. She sensed demonic powers that flew past her. "Those aren't those ghosts...could they be hunters?" she asked herself. She ignored it and returned to her elven form but once more, her wings and fangs remained.
"Here's your angel, milord, winged like a bat and without a halo." Ryarros announced to Sylvos.
"It's Flameseeker isn't it?" he asked the priest.
"No, he's keeping those sprites back. I believe it's that new demon hunter."
"Painkiller?"
"No, the one that you've kept your eyes on for years, the girl, Furybar or whatever it was."
"Oh shut up, Ryarros. Let her in."
"Let her go!" he told the many troops trying to hold her back.
Firebrand ran in and threw her arms around Sylvos as tears ran down her cheeks. "You were gone for too long and I began to get worried...and then we got the message."
He put an arm around her and reached up to touch her cheek. He looked at her, "Firebrand, you're hurt..." he said.
"I'll be going now." Ryarros said quietly as he slipped out of the tent.
She sobbed into Sylvos' chest as she hugged him tighter. "I was awake when you kissed me, I was awake when you said that you cared about me, I was awake when you said that...that you loved me." she told him in between sobs. "And I...I do too..." she whispered. Her lips brushed his, making both their hearts skip a beat. "Please...let me help you."
Sylvos smiled painfully and nodded. "I don't think that you have a cure for strong poisons except letting it fade away..." he mumbled.
"Well, what kind of arrow hit you?" she asked him.
"I'm not too sure, it looked somewhat like a crudely-made ranger arrow." he answered.
"Ranger poison doesn't fade, Sylvos..." she told him grimly, but then her face lightened up. "But, there is a cure. Luckily, Tyrande taught me just a few days ago. I'll be back soon." She left the tent and Sylvos caught her taking out a small dagger, which worried him slightly.
She returned with a bowl filled with a thick, red liquid. Her bandages were stained with red and so was the rim of the dagger. She knelt down and held it up to his mouth. "Drink it, Sylvos."
Sylvos eyed it suspiciously. "That's not blood is it?" he asked.
"Of course not! It's merely just a mixture of water, a healing potion, and the juice from some shimmerweed berries. The berry juice is very thick, almost as much as demon blood, which is thicker than...regular blood." she trailed off into incoherent muttering.
Sylvos chuckled lightly.
"I have a question, Sylvos." she said as he was sipping down the mixture.
"Ask away."
"You said something about a demon hunter, Flameseeker...And Painkiller. And-and before, there were people wielding demon magic who passed by me."
He let out a deep sigh before answering as he set down the bowl. "I-I wasn't supposed to tell you this but since you already know part of it...There is a band of demon hunters that wander around Kalimdor who travel near us." he explained.
"And you didn't tell me of this before?!" she snapped.
"Calm down, Firebrand. Listen to me, I told you this before, I wasn't supposed to tell you this! Once this poison dies down, we can return to base and maybe Furion or Tyrande know more of this so they can explain to you..."
"...I care about you...because I love you, Firebrand..." the words echoed in her head as she paced around. The kiss that he gave her repeated over and over in her head. "...because I love you, Firebrand..."
Sylvos opened his eyes and tried to sit up but his whole body ached and he groaned in pain instead. He looked around and found himself lying in a tent which was dimly lit with candles. Ryarros quickly entered the tent and made him lie back down.
"Sylvos, you've been severly injured. The poison from that arrow was fast and it was somebody else's recipe. We don't know how to stop it so we've been keeping your energy up while a team of orc runners are going back to the base to send for help." the priest told him.
"Good. But how the hell could that even be possible? It was just my arm that was hit by just an arrow. They shouldn't be able to possess such a strong poison. Ugh..." he shook his head in confusion. "How long have I been unconscious?" he asked.
"Probably around four to five hours. Both the orcs and the blood elves have agreed to stay here until you can leave." Ryarros replied. "Well actually...that was Furion's rule." He snapped back into seriousness. "How are you feeling, Sylvos?"
He groaned again, "It hurts...argh...Somebody please...Send me an angel..."
Two doors slammed open and a few peons ran into the Great Hall. "Warchief! It be urgent!" they called out.
"What is it?" Thrall asked calmly.
"Daisho's army send message, blood mage ally hurt and need help." one said.
Thrall mounted his black wolf and dashed outside.
"What's going on?" Maiev asked as she walked beside Illidan.
"Sylvos is injured and needs help!" Thrall replied.
Nearby, Firebrand picked up the message and dashed past her parents and Thrall. "I'm going and you can't stop me!" she quickly called out as she was soon out of sight. The warchief followed her into the woods despite their differences in speed.
"No, Firebrand! You can't!" Maiev yelled, but it was no use.
Illidan put a comforting arm around her. "Don't worry, Maiev. She will be able to take care of herself. After all, she is my daughter." he told her reassuringly, yet proudly at the same time. Others around him stared at him wide-eyed and he glared at them coldly. "Get back to work!" he snarled.
"What the hell are these?!" Firebrand muttered frustratedly through her fanged teeth. She performed a well-balanced sweeping kick to the side, knocking some black apparitions into the wall of dead trees. She close her eyes and let her fury take over as she morphed into her demon form. She impaled one on each end of her demon blades and stabbed another one with the claw of her wing. "Damn them...fire doesn't work on them." she said to herself after letting out a breath of flames. One ghost thrust itself at Firebrand and managed to land a gash across her cheek. She threw it off and slashed it in two. Light seeped through its wounds as blood trickled down hers. "Why won't you stop?!" she demanded furiously as she rammed a few out of the way with her horns.
A large swarm surrounded her and she tried to fight off as many as she could. It soon became no use and she began to take in more damage than she could handle. Suddenly, sparks of electricity struck one dead and bounced off it, killing others as well.
"Firebrand!" a gruff voice called out.
"Thrall, is that you?" Firebrand asked. "You orcs have the most perfect timing!"
"Look, I don't have anything against you going to help Sylvos but we need to stick together if we want to get to their camp alive." Thrall told her.
She nodded, "You're right but we must hurry." She then whispered silently, "I'm coming, Sylvos."
"Daisho, can you hear that?" a raider asked him.
"Hear what?" Daisho replied.
"The crackling, the shouting...There's even some light rumbling..."
"Yes...I hear it now. Gather our orcish troops and tell them to investigate. I shall go with them." the blademaster ordered.
Not long after, a small force of orcs met their battle against the dark spirits.
"We will hold them back, take these plants and go, Firebrand!"Thrall shouted to the demon hunter through the battle.
Firebrand darted across him to get the herbs and then dashed off towards the camp. She sensed demonic powers that flew past her. "Those aren't those ghosts...could they be hunters?" she asked herself. She ignored it and returned to her elven form but once more, her wings and fangs remained.
"Here's your angel, milord, winged like a bat and without a halo." Ryarros announced to Sylvos.
"It's Flameseeker isn't it?" he asked the priest.
"No, he's keeping those sprites back. I believe it's that new demon hunter."
"Painkiller?"
"No, the one that you've kept your eyes on for years, the girl, Furybar or whatever it was."
"Oh shut up, Ryarros. Let her in."
"Let her go!" he told the many troops trying to hold her back.
Firebrand ran in and threw her arms around Sylvos as tears ran down her cheeks. "You were gone for too long and I began to get worried...and then we got the message."
He put an arm around her and reached up to touch her cheek. He looked at her, "Firebrand, you're hurt..." he said.
"I'll be going now." Ryarros said quietly as he slipped out of the tent.
She sobbed into Sylvos' chest as she hugged him tighter. "I was awake when you kissed me, I was awake when you said that you cared about me, I was awake when you said that...that you loved me." she told him in between sobs. "And I...I do too..." she whispered. Her lips brushed his, making both their hearts skip a beat. "Please...let me help you."
Sylvos smiled painfully and nodded. "I don't think that you have a cure for strong poisons except letting it fade away..." he mumbled.
"Well, what kind of arrow hit you?" she asked him.
"I'm not too sure, it looked somewhat like a crudely-made ranger arrow." he answered.
"Ranger poison doesn't fade, Sylvos..." she told him grimly, but then her face lightened up. "But, there is a cure. Luckily, Tyrande taught me just a few days ago. I'll be back soon." She left the tent and Sylvos caught her taking out a small dagger, which worried him slightly.
She returned with a bowl filled with a thick, red liquid. Her bandages were stained with red and so was the rim of the dagger. She knelt down and held it up to his mouth. "Drink it, Sylvos."
Sylvos eyed it suspiciously. "That's not blood is it?" he asked.
"Of course not! It's merely just a mixture of water, a healing potion, and the juice from some shimmerweed berries. The berry juice is very thick, almost as much as demon blood, which is thicker than...regular blood." she trailed off into incoherent muttering.
Sylvos chuckled lightly.
"I have a question, Sylvos." she said as he was sipping down the mixture.
"Ask away."
"You said something about a demon hunter, Flameseeker...And Painkiller. And-and before, there were people wielding demon magic who passed by me."
He let out a deep sigh before answering as he set down the bowl. "I-I wasn't supposed to tell you this but since you already know part of it...There is a band of demon hunters that wander around Kalimdor who travel near us." he explained.
"And you didn't tell me of this before?!" she snapped.
"Calm down, Firebrand. Listen to me, I told you this before, I wasn't supposed to tell you this! Once this poison dies down, we can return to base and maybe Furion or Tyrande know more of this so they can explain to you..."