The next few weeks were weird. Vellen had cut off all her training for magic, yet she did only a few lessons. She didn't favor them anyway. The person who was more emotional over her playing again was Mother Matilda. Her big mouth spread again, telling too many people that the young girl from years ago "relearned" music.

So onward for about a month, she brusquely played. For too many hours she sat and danced with her fingers, or gracefully plucked strings on the silver wonder. No one cared to listen to her; mainly for jealousy, all except Nathan. He sat every time in the front row listening, trying very, very hard not to fall asleep. He did bring her food and drinks.

He was angry towards Mother Matilda who had not listened to her once. If she bragged about the talented teen so often, then why wouldn't she want to listen to her? But then a thought struck his mind, Anita was only a tool for her, and the fat lady did not care a damn to hear the century prodigy play.

As for the disease, or whatever it was, it became worse. Food was hard to comeby. Suddenly farming was in immense demand. Normally Stormwind had the luxury to import their unique foods, but now bread was boring: almost gross.

With the sudden surge in demand for food, and the working class dwindling every day, ironically finding work was easy. Westfall changed, forever.

The once porest bandit ridden area, vagabond, "rape-fields" as the young women would call it. Almost overnight, the ones that owned or knew the land or had family there became extremely rich. Many people compared this sudden economic boom to the discovery of the Silver Mine. Bringing silver, marble, and even gold to the king of Stormwind. Every day The Stormwind Keep reminded its citizens of the once glorious days of Moonbrook. But those days died with the Dead Mines, but now those days are back.

As our now young woman past puberty was finished playing, there was clapping in the now two man audience. She immediately stood, her knee making a popping sound in the process. It was lord Greymane as well as faithful Nathan. "Another amazing performance Anita, glad to see you again, I know it is late but there is something I wish to discuss." Her heart pounded fiercely. Nathan was amazing company, and he was always there listening; which she cherished deeply. The older Mother's and teachers had told him to leave and do his duties, but he was stubborn. She had a longing desire for a new listener, and this second guest was a king none-the-less.

She went and sat next to Greymane on the front pue. He looked around the room, admiring it. He was a tall man, towering over the two younger ones. "Have you been cleaning all of this ser Nathan?" The boy baffled "yes it has been me, it is easy when she starts playing." Greymane nodded in agreement. "That is true, if I ever have to clean my quarters having music on in the background is more pleasant." He noticed a new painting "I swear every time I enter this Cathedral there is something new. Who painted that one?" He pointed at a painting of a tall mountain overshadowing a large tree. There was a pencil sized house on the east sloping side of the snow capped peak. "Don't know, that one is maybe four days old. I stopped worrying about expensive items showing up. It is scary," responded Anita. Even the grizzled man looked worried. "Strange, that is exactly when I finished renovating the theater Masterpilla."

Anita was quickly able to connect the dots and blurted out "so that is why you came! You want me to play in front of an audience! I would love that so much…" She noticed he did not even hear her yet was looking around the whole building deep in thought. "Are you sure you know nothing of these relics being mysteriously placed in here?" Nathan glanced at her "we have to tell him, this is starting to become dangerous." Now Greymane looked angry. Anita was too scared to speak so Nathan did for her.

The former king stood and paced back and forth in front of them. The man looked menacing, then he looked directly at Anita "I can understand your fear of speaking up to the mother's here, but something like this is too risky. Especially if the intruders recognized you." Then he exchanged his glance to Nathan "She can't stay here." The boy stood "NO! if she leaves I leave." Greymane rolled his eyes "clearly you two have known each other for a long time so I can't say no." Then he paced again. The two teens guessed he was thinking about writing a letter to Matilda then his eyes widened and his ear twitched, the epiphany happened.

"We leave today, I will deal with Matilda. Vellen is in charge but he trusts my word and my judgment. Gather your belongings and heed to the Mage District, I know of a place you can stay for a few days. I want to see if I can capture these people." Nathan and Anita exchanged doubtful looks. "Lord Greymane, these strange relic appearings have been happening since I was born, catching them can't be that easy." Not knowing her statement was greatly offensive for a Worgen; She got goosebumps and regretted her criticism. "Do not doubt my ability Anita…" He smiled toward the entrance. "You can come in now Matilda. Don't you have better things to be doing? Than eavesdropping?"

Indeed the front metal door creaked open and the fat lady entered.

The blob must have been listening for a good while, for she went and sat on the first row, catching her breath. Greymane shook his head "I remember when women of valor and purity ruled this cathedral. And now...we are left with you." Both of them stared on the ends of the vast empty room, but they were not far enough away.

"And may I ask why you are taking her? Who will clean the dishes, or prep the grounds for mass, or… prepare classes so the students can learn?" At the end of her stupid statement she added "hm".

Nathan inched closer to Anita wondering if the terrifying man would tear the fat baby apart. He walked forward slowly while saying "if I may recall, she is a student and is supposed to learn the arts of The Light is she not?" He stroked his hand on the white wood. Matilda watched him nervously and lustfully; but then he continued "and may I also ask, have you known who has placed these relics in this sanctuary?" The man was no more than three pews away from her. "You do know don't you?"

Now the fat lady went on the defensive. She struggled to stand, the width between the rows was smaller than her belly. "You listen here 'king', you have no right to order me on what I SHOULD and SHOULD not do on MY grounds! You are not even a citizen of Stormwind and have no legal rights in our majesty's service." Anita did not understand her comeback, Jaina was not a queen; Matilda may have noticed her logical flaw.

The master of worgen smiled, his teeth were still very white even after his ravenous craving for barely cooked meat. "You are right, I am not a citizen, nor do the laws apply to me. She is coming with me and there is nothing you can do to stop me." Her face became red "oh really? Guards!" She screamed while smiling. But he motioned back at the two younger ones, and they obeyed.

Outside there were indeed two guards, hearing a woman shout. But, they did nothing towards one of Varian's, Jaina's, and late Anduin's dearest friend.

Once they were out of the main courtyard Anita nervously asked him "should I get any of my things?" he stopped and looked at both of them "is there anything of value in your dorms?" Nathan looked at her and shrugged. Any notes the two of them shared were quickly crumbled and cast into the fire. Relationships were strictly forbidden.

"No, lord Greymane, there is nothing of value left here," Nathan said while smiling at Anita. Her cheeks turned red, easily visible between her white scarf. The girl took one last look at the place she had lived for over a decade since childbirth. Shook her head with grief and walked onwards.

The fat woman never woke up the next morning. How, who, why, or whom no one ever knew.

The elderly man, though it did not seem, took the two young ones to the most expensive side of Stormwind. Originally this district was called "Mages' Keep" but then, all the mages had left. Because, mages are more important in war than behind a lavish bookshelf. This, and there were better places to venture off to study the arcane. Now this district was strictly The Nobles keep. And as fate would have it, somehow the nobles always prospered even in times of great hardship.

Sadly, Greymane was a born noble, and he hated this district even though he owned a large house with a glass spiral tower. Ironically the place was for Gilneas Ambasters, but there being no more Gilneas' citizens, the place was very dusty.

As he opened the door into his lavish complex at the top of the keep a swirl of dust filled Anita's lungs. She coughed; she was used to a stupidly clean cathedral. Nathan choked as well. The man blushed "perhaps I should have ordered my servants to clean this room. It was originally mine, but do beg my pardon, I hated staying here. I am sorry but you must stay here one night. I will get my most trusted servant to clean it immediately." He shut the door and left them. They heard his heavy boots descend a spiral staircase they had just ascended from.

In front of them was dust covered wooden flooring. Polished to perfection, except with a gray filthy covering. To the back right was a rizen loft, and Anita ran to it and struggled opening a green glazed window. Nathan helped, both struggled and a latch broke off, but the window was opened. "That is better." Anita said while gazing at the swirl of dust answering also.

Nathan looked across Stormwind. There was a mist over the city. The sun to the Northwest was barely visible. And the Stormwind Keep's fire lights flew at the peak. "I guess Greymane was a highly praised guest among the former king." Anita quoted. "No, he wasn't but his people were," Nathan responded.

"Don't say that."

"Why would this place be so filthy while the lower quarters are squeaky clean? He hates his past." She sat on a chair, which was a mistake. A mushroom of dust poofed into the already congested air, but her legs were tired from the walk. "We can't hate our past Nathan even if it is hopeless." He began to laugh. She angrily responded "why are you laughing? It isn't funny." He coughed, sneezed, then stopped. "Your arrogance is funny. I think your past has just started." She pondered his response. And he dreamed while looking out the window.