Author's Note: Ha! Well this is the last chapter, not the Final Chapter. Is it confusing? I hope so. Anyways, this is where it ends. The last chapter for this fic. So for the last time, please enjoy it.
Last chapter: War's Pleasures
Why didn't you move? When you could have so easily dodged the attack, why didn't you move. You fool…
I- I cant move. I'm pinned to the tree. My blood is everywhere, and I think I'm shaking because it hurts to move and I'm hurting constantly. The rogue has become incredibly still, like she herself has died right before me but, I'm sure she hasn't. Of course I prove myself to be correct when she suddenly moves close to me, I thought she meant to kill me with her other blade but it has been thrown aside and instead her hands wrap around my face forcefully. She tears off her helmet, revealing her soft face. Her hair is slightly damp with sweat which sticks to her cheeks, and her red eyes dart all around. My stomach flutters so much at the sight of her worried face that I breath in too hard causing an incredible amount of pain. The troll's eyes lower to the blade that has been stuck deep within my side.
How ironic, that I should save her life by pulling a blade that had been pierced in her when we were trapped and that she should kill me by sticking one inside me. Thinking about that time now, it seems as if it was such a long time ago. I still wonder how she escaped with me. I bet she had a way out the whole time, she was so calm the entire time. I also wonder where she would have taken me if my comrade hadn't found her. It would have been an interesting situation waking up to see her in a different environment, not that any of that matters now. I look at the rogue's eyes, she is still examining the blade, but when I look closer I realize what she is so determined to do.
"W-Wait a minute!" I take her hands away from the blade, moaning as I did so from moving too quickly. She only looks at me with an expression of protest, it's hard to understand why she wants to pull it out when she seemed so determined to kill me just before. I flinch as she approaches me, I take a sharp breath in from another bout of pain. From now on it seems that every breath I take is resulted in a slight moan. The troll's eyes narrow and she leans in, lowering her lips close to mine. Her tiny tusk reach out to my mouth. "Wait…"
She pulls, but the blade doesn't fully come out. Oh, it feels like I will die from just the pain alone! I grab her hands firmly this time, they escaped me before, but they are still around the blade and this time I pull with her leaning my head against her strong shoulders. I fall to my side and begin shaking tremendously I cant see anything, it's as if everything has blurred together. And this pain! Oh this pain, I can hardly breath…!
None of this would have happened if you would have just stayed close. You could have been living so peacefully. But you're such a fool.
Ah…breathing is overrated anyways…The rogue lifts me back onto the tree, I can barely outline her features. She's …crying. No that's not it, she may be upset but, surely she isn't crying. She places her hand against my face, my wet face…I'm the one who is crying. I'm so powerless, I've become such a catastrophic soldier. There are no other options for me now, if I'm torn so easily from emotions then there is absolutely no hope for me to go back now, I cant kill if my emotions get in the way. These sensations of, desire and love. I've even had to experience the cruel emotions of confusion and jealousy. And lastly the angered feelings of hate and rage. All of these seem to be directed or somehow related to this being in front of me, who keeps trying to find some way to securely wrap my worsening wound. In all of this I cant help but smile, I probably look as though I have lost my mind. What does it matter now, the only ones here are me and the rogue and she's far too busy with other things.
I lift my hand to the rogue's face and slowly, gently tilt her head upwards so that my gaze may meet hers. Her fidgety hands begin to calm when she can see my smile, I lean down feeling the life giving liquid ooze out of me, but I do my best to ignore that and instead focus on the soft mouth that I near to until finally I am so close that our breaths are mixing. My hands move upward to the sides of her face and gently I bring her closer giving her a light kiss. I feel bliss, knowing that it's her who cares most about my life. She is turning me into something sacred.
You fool, you aren't worth the time. I can't stand you, it was a mistake to ever get involved. I hate you, you are such an ignorant being… I hate you, I love you!
I love you. The uneasiness of your presence, the soft whimpers that you are so desperately trying to hold back, the firm grip of your leathered hands that pull at my own. How you can no longer hold back your masked emotions, this is the forced leap that you have taken because of me. The concealed fondness in which you hid so delicately with your charm and appeal. Tell me rogue, how does it feel to have something precious stolen from you? Unmistakably, you are losing yourself. Weren't you the one who showed up here with such a great yearning to kill?
The troll, lowers her head and grasps tightly at my hands. My vision is becoming worse and my hold on consciousness is weakening very quickly. She releases my hands when they become limp and hits me lightly with her fists. My smile widens as she begins to talk, her accent is so clear even though her voice is so soft and feminine. I can't even imagine what she is saying to me. Though they are no doubt full of a passionate emotion. And so this is the end for me in this life, I can only be happy to be loved this much and to have experienced all that I did. But my life as a soldier is done…
Rogue, your complexity has been solved and you no longer can hide behind the wall you so cleverly built for yourself. How long did it take to make that barrier to block off everyone? Yet, I was the one who- no, you broke your own walls down. You, whom is so mysterious and charming. You, whom has stolen the heart and the very life of a perfect, flawless soldier. You, whom I so dearly wish to live for…
Death is not as complicated as one might see it, but it is very lonely and for a soldier it should be an honor to die in battle. I am not a soldier. I do not fight for a victory or for my people. I fight for myself and now I shall fight no more.
I lay my weapon down in a lush grassland so that it may once again become one with this world, nature will caress it and the memories of war shall vanish. I fear a forgiveness will never come to me from my people for this decision. Elune herself in all her wisdom may never understand my choice, but after experiencing what I did, all that I felt, all that I have become…I am changed.
Love has laid it's infesting eye upon me and when I met it's gaze I couldn't look away; there is only one thing left for me and I will have it at any cost. To satisfy the need it has caused me to have.
After countless days I have found you, the day you killed me I was also revived for you see as I once stated I am selfish and my desire for life is great. My soul was captivated during our fight, and when my body had failed my soul it was sent to a warlock's stone. I knew from the very beginning that you had won this battle, but I needed it just like I needed to find you now. I couldn't have had this clear state of mind if I didn't.
…
The troll stares in a state of shock, her entire body raises as if to get a better look at me. She's…different. The fear in her eyes is chilling, that golden charm that they once held has completely vanished. The blankness that surrounds her emotions makes her seem so very cold, and I find that this unfamiliarity of her is not unfamiliar at all. She reminds me of myself, when I had nothing but a thousand deaths on my mind. What has happened to the enchanting rogue that I have fallen so deeply in love with?
My legs slowly begin to move toward her, yet the golden grass of the Arathi Highlands shuffles beneath her as she backs away with uneasiness. How I wish now for a soft embrace that I know she is capable of, one that I have felt times before. To know that those feelings she had, whether it was merely sport or of real affection, is still there, I truly yearn for it. My heart may never be satisfied until I feel that feeling once again. So I beg you rogue do not cower away from me when you were the one who killed a once flawless soldier. I move quicker now, feeling a strangeness inside of me, a burning sensation deep within my chest. It isn't a pleasant, heartwarming feeling, but it does seem to hearten me into pursuing this troll until this flame is extinguished.
A small smile forms on my face and I try to show her that I am not here to fight, but she insists on moving away from me. My fire burns. I am much quicker with out my leather armor, staff, and acquirements for the war, I catch the rogue by surprise when I easily make my way to her before she can run off. I hold a firm grip around her wrists making sure she cant get away anymore. Her hands are bare, with no gloves to block my contact, her feet are the same way, and even her lips are open for me to take, but I cant bring myself to do much when she is trembling so visibly. She begins to search my face with her eyes and when she finally meets hers with mine I myself feel a shiver begin at my knees and shoot up toward my back. Her eyes have such a great amount of depth now that I am easily lost in them.
I am startled when she speaks, her voice is shaky and one of her hands clings to my robe. I watch her closely as she struggles to try and communicate with me. Her head shakes and lowers and I am no longer lost in her eyes, but they quickly come back and are wet with tears. My chest suddenly feels tight and a strange feeling deep within my abdomen rises up to my throat leaving me to feel weak.
I gather my strength and pull her trembling body to my own, making her softly gasp in surprise. After a short time, her taller frame wraps around my own and a strength reenters me. I grasp the troll tightly, embracing the warmth that she carries with her. Having her soft breasts against my chest makes the tightness vanish and my breathing becomes much steadier. Our closeness brings her scent to me quickly, her hair smells sweet, but I can also smell blood and dirt on her leather armor. I pull away from her, watching her face as it slightly fills with desolation.
Taking one of her hands in mine, I lead her south of Hammerfall to a small mere that has become infested with beasts. We take our time slaying each one together until we have the water to ourselves. I strip off my robe, giving the rogue an idea of why I have lead her here, yet she only watches me in adulation. I turn my body to her fully as I remove the rings from my fingers and the necklace around my neck, bending down, I gather the clear water into my hands and bring it to my mouth drinking the liquid. Finally the soft thud of her bracers are heard as they fall to the grass below. I can only wait as she slowly removes the rest of her armor. She sits while taking the leather from her lower half, and I move to her. I kneel behind her and lift her hair from her neck and back, the troll tenses under my hands and I smile, but not for long. The sight of her many wounds brings me despondency and the reality of the war sudden comes to once again.
No matter how I try to run from this battle, I cant seem to get away. I slowly run my fingers over the smooth scars and then lower my lips to them. Closing my eyes I chase my fingers with soft kisses. I can feel the troll's breath quicken as I move up to her neck. She reaches for my hand and guides it down her front side, giving me a feel of every curve. My own breath quickens with the excitement of my heart. I pull her into the cool water and she is swift to pursue me to a position where she can be dominant. I only pull her closer so that I can feel the bareness of our skin against each other. The roaming of her fingers cause me to lose the sense of sight, I find myself blindly searching for her lips, but she refuses to grant me my desire. Instead, I feel the wetness of her tongue tease at the sensitive nerves on my neck and the strength of her hands take up my legs and wrap them around her waist. Once again I try for her lips, but she stops me, taking my hands away from her face and putting them to the sharp tusks. I find her feelings of remorse easily set on her face.
The perplexing feeling of all my senses becoming incredibly vigilant breaks me away from the rogue. I assume the same is happening to her as her ears twitch and her eyes become distant. I push the rogue away as the piercing whine of cutting wind flies towards us, she is quick to stealth and leave the mere. The arrow lands dully in the water, I grab it and dive below as another comes toward my head from another direction. I wait as more arrows plunge into the water. I cautiously rise to grab another arrow and observe my opponents, but a hunter's pet lunges at me. I thrust one of the arrows into the coilskar cobra and duck again into the water. It releases a venom which spreads quickly in the water. I look for an injury, but the cobra's scales were durable against my attack. It is swift even under water, again and again it lashes out at me until I am unable to stay in the water and the need for air reaches my lungs. I rise to the surface and immediately get out, I am fortunate to no longer have the hunter's attention. His pet, however, does not stop his pursuit. It struggles to get out of the water, I take the chance to attack, yet the cobra tries to counter with another shot of venom. I easily dodge and force the arrow into it's softened mouth, forcing it's jaw onto the ground. For a moment I watch while it struggles to get free, but the sound of battle draw me away.
The rogue is defending herself, but she is refusing to kill the two orcs who are so willing to kill her. They are on the same faction and it's my fault they are trying to kill her. The bareness of her body show every muscle as an axe falls upon her blades and a spear is thrust toward her. I want so badly to help her, but I know if I go to her…if I kill those Horde I will develop into a blind soldier once again. Yet, the more I watch her struggle the more tranquil I become, this war will never be over for me as long as this troll remains in my life.
Shoving my heel into the cobra's head, I pull out the arrow in one swift movement. One of the hunters calls for it's pet to attack in place of him while he gets into a shooting distance. The cobra begins to spit venom everywhere, but slowly slips back into the water. A decaying bear lunges itself at the rogue and two arrows are shot into her shoulder. My heart pounds from how close they hit to her heart, I begin to run toward them, placing the arrow in my mouth I change my form and stealth. I approach the shooting hunter and attack, forcing him onto his own hidden trap. I change again and force the arrow into the rough skin on his neck. He jolts three times and I struggle to stay on top of him. His pet has already retreated and is now coming toward me. I take the wooden bow from the hunters weakened grip and grab an arrow from his back, I try aiming at the bear but, it has come to fast. I change once again, this time into the dire bear form. The rotting flesh of this creature tastes vile, but I force my jaw to remain locked around it's neck. I can feel it grow limp and so I release it, watching as it falls to the hard ground next to it's dying master. My attention is taken by a snap of wood. I turn to the troll who is breaking the ends of five arrow that have been lodged inside her body. She is fatigued from three opponents and struggles to pull the arrows completely through. I run to her watching her eyes as they greet mine. Exhaustion is replaced with a fond smile which makes my stomach fly. I embrace her carefully, kissing her damp skin.
She speaks taking heavy breaths, but I cant tell by her tone to what she might be saying. I move away and look at her face to read an emotion but there is nothing there and then she vanishes. Leaving me with nothing…
It has been weeks since I last saw the rogue. I've become a guard in the Ashenvale forest. On my breaks I wander the great wood, I cant say why, but I assume it is to find her. She has driven me back into this war yet, I am changed. I am no longer a killer but, a guardian to my people. I have made a home for myself here and I find myself to feel serenity.
Except, at this instant there is a disturbance in my peace. A nightelf stands tall in my path, she is dressed in a beautiful, lavender gown. I take my time to study her as I walk forth. "Good wishes, my lady." I greet her, "Might I ser-" I am stopped by a slight detail which makes me realize that this creature is not an elf. I grab for my staff but, when she turns facing completely toward me, my soul feels as though it has been set aflame. Before me stands a troll rogue, several flowers are gripped in her bare hands and a smile forms on her tuskless face. She walks slowly toward me, grabbing me with an incredible might she forces our lips together. My bliss before was nothing to this.
I have her now, she has sacrificed everything for me and I will do everything for her. So I ask that if you ever find us lost in the greatness of the Ashenvale forest you only let us alone to a forbidden love. Let your blade fall to your true enemies and your magic nuisance those who mean you harm. This troll murdered a soldier. She has made me realize that this battle is not remorseful because in this fight I have found war's pleasures.
Author's Note: There it is, finally. This is the end of this story! Thank you very much for taking the time to read it. I hope to write more WoW fics in the future. Also! I have decided to play the game again so if you would ever like to level up with me or pvp or whatever please feel free to send me a message!
Yours truly, Ank7.