When I look back on that day, it comes to me in pieces. I remember it had rained the night before so the ground was muddy and puddles covered the ground. The little raindrops and dewdrops were still clinging to the pine needles and leaves, almost as if for a life it didn't have. That calm after-rain scent hovered in the air, but I was the last thing from calm.
I remember running and crying furiously, darting through the puddles and mud in a white ceremonial dress, and I don't remember why I was in the dress, but I remember tearing the hem on sticks that clawed at me as I ran. I remember running up to the cliff, gazing down at the depressingly jagged rocks and the way the unforgiving ocean beat the rocks and the side of the cliff. I was placing my foot over the edge when I heard a voice, raspy and ancient, speak from the shadows.
"Are you really going to jump?" the voice questioned.
"What does it matter to you?" I tearfully snapped. I, still, was unable to locate the source of the voice.
"Regrettably, nothing matters. You can jump right now and I promise you I will be able to wake up tomorrow and get on with the rest of my life," the voice said cruelly.
"Then why did you bother stopping me?" I asked, still looking through the shadows, attempting to find the voice's owner.
"I thought I could make you an offer you couldn't refuse," the voice said, and with that, the Lord of the Burning Legion stepped out of the shadows. Stricken with fear, I held my hand to my hand to my cheek.
"Sargeras," I gasped and took a step back. However, already being halfway off the cliff, I fell.
Now, of course, when he came to me that after-rainy day, he had made himself a mini version of him. So instead of being a gigantic, fiery demon with a long hair and a beard as well as horns and a tail, he was a mini fiery demon with long hair and a beard as well as horns and a tail. So when I fell, all the fallen titan had to do was re-grow to his normal height again and reach down to catch me. He pulled me up and set me down on the ground. Then he shrank back down to my height.
"I'd prefer if you didn't do that again," he said. "Because then I'll have to become my regular height again and that could make my presence on Azeroth known, which, as you know, would put me in deep shit." I quivered on the ground. Fear gripped my heart, knowing what this once-titan is capable of, he smirked.
"I thought you said you don't give a damn," I murmured. One wrong word and it could be my last.
"What do you mean?"
"I thought you said you don't give a damn if I jumped or not. And I did, but you caught me,"
Sargeras let out a laugh that shook leaves off the trees. The dewdrops and water droplets fell to the ground around the trees. So much for not wanting his presence known in Azeroth. They probably felt the vibrations from that laugh in Ironforge...and we're in Azeroth. "You never jumped. You fell." And then he became serious. "Now, about my deal."
And this is how I got here…..
Sitting on the edge of the very cliff where I surrendered my humanity almost 6 months ago. I sat in the dirt on the cliff and listened to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks. I suppose a part of me died that night. I remember the pain that seared in my body when I accepted Sargeras's deal. I couldn't even carry myself; Sargeras carried me back to the Black Temple and told me to forget my old life, my old home. He said that this was my new life and I had no need for my old memories. And I forgot.
Well, of course I know that I'm in Kalimdor, that's obvious, but I did forget a lot of my "old life". I really don't know where I am. I'm somewhere along the East of Kalimdor, on a cliff, overlooking the sea. But, honestly, that's all I know. I remember Buck, Core, Eris, Happy, Emerald, and Orian and I remember the Exodar, Stormwind, Ironforge, Darnassus, and a few other bigger towns, but even then my memories of them are fading. Oh, and I think I remember that I'm almost 350 years old; but as I said think.
I didn't want to go back to the Black Temple, not yet. I didn't want to hear Kil'Jaeden and Archimonde argue over every little thing like an old grouchy dwarf couple and I didn't want to hear that Scourge dude moan as he slowly died…or un-died, I still don't know which it is…
"You know, you should announce where you're going. Sargeras is in an uproar and Kil'Jaeden's throwing a fit like a child and well Aunchen is practically crying," a deep, masculine voice said. "And, honestly, I didn't see anyone doing anything about your disappearance anytime soon, so I thought I'd come find you." I saw him vividly in my mind. He was about your average Draenei's height and you can clearly tell that he once had deep, dark blue skin; but now he is transparent. His face, body, and limbs are covered in scars, yet when you're in his presence you can't help but feel surrounded by knowledge…even though he's a blood thirsty and cruel asshole. Though, death has seemed to calm him down.
Never looking away from the setting sun I dully said, "Hi Archimonde."
"I figured I'd find you here," the spirit said. He glided to the ground next to me.
"Then, I guess I'll have to find a new hiding spot," I said, grinning. I don't really care for any of the figures at the Black Temple. Sargeras is using me, Kil'Jaeden was high-strung, demanding, arrogant, and cruel, Archimonde is kind of a know-it-all (and an asshole every now-and-again), and Aunchim or Achmed or whatever Archimonde called him needs to just hurry up and die or un-die or whatever. However, I seem to get along with Archimonde the best.
"Then I guess I'll just have to find it," he teased. I knew he wouldn't. "And as much as you're not going to like it, it's time for us to go home." The word "home" stung my heart a little. I sighed, and looked at the now dark forests of Azeroth. Archimonde's spirit form opened a glowing green portal which he stepped into with a gesture towards me to follow. And, involuntarily, I did.
My foot hit the black marble of the Black Temple and immediately yells and roars erupted throughout the halls. I was thankful we didn't have neighbors or else they probably would call the police on behalf of noise violations.
"Where the hell is so important for you to go that you wouldn't fucking let us know where you were going?" Kil'Jaeden's spirit form yelled at me, "Give me three places you don't need to alert us where you're going!"
"Hmm let me think," I said with a voice sharp with sarcasm and sass, "Well, anywhere other than here, anywhere that's not the Black Temple and anywhere out of a five mile radius of this hellhole!!" Kil'Jaeden stormed up to me with rage in every step. Like Archimonde, his spirit form stood about as tall as your average solid, living Draenei. His hand traveled up and through my face. And, oddly, enough I was used to the pins and needles sensation it sent throughout my head.
"I'm leaving," I said, pivoting to the stairs.
"To?" Kil'Jaeden asked.
Without turning back around I said, "Oh yeah, it's here, in the Black Temple, and within a five mile radius. I'm going to my room. I'm tired." That wasn't a total lie. I stalked up the stairs and as I turned the corner I heard the undying guy say, "Maybe you'd get along with her better if you stopped trying to parent her."
"You; shut up before I make you," was Kil'Jaeden's regularly violent response, "I'm not trying to parent her, I'm trying to provoke her."
"If you keep 'provoking' her like that, you might not get the result you want," Archimonde said.
"Are you kidding me? I'm Kil'Jaeden. I always get what I want,"
The undying guy spoke again, "Have you seen her markings? She has more and they're getting more elaborate."
"And they're purple, whereas Illidan's were green," Archimonde added.
"There's a slight color change? So what's the big deal?" Kil'Jaeden said.
"I think the color change and the exotic runic markings are significant. Maybe she's has more capabilities?" Archimonde suggested.
"Or lack there of," Kil'Jaeden contradicted. I heard Archimonde sigh and say, "One of these days, you're underestimates will come back to bite you in your big fat, fanny and your big fat ego."
"My ass is NOT fat," Kil'Jaeden boomed.
"Really, then, is it just big-boned?" Archimonde taunted back. And that's when I lost my caring for that conversation. I mean, I'd only heard it about a thousand times...and ended like that 9 times out of 10, as well. I got up to my room and flung myself on the big purple bed. Closing my eyes, I semi-relaxed.
However, my near sleep was interrupted. I heard voices. Seeing how this was the second time today, I rolled over, attempting to go back to sleep. "Eternus?"
The voice had said my name; I picked my head up, hair, black, curly, and thick, fell into my eyes. "Eternus? Where are you? This isn't funny!" I was standing up now. I could tell that the voice was masculine. A man wanted me. My first thoughts were, "Oh it's one of the idiots downstairs. Just lay back down," but a feeling, familiar and warm, told me not to.
"Who's out there?" I called.
"Who's out there?" the voice repeated, "Who else?! Eternus where are you?" My wings picked me up, flying me into the hallway, dark and long, placing me in front of a wisp. I was confused at first. What was the wisp doing in the Black Temple? But then it began to take a shape. The frame was thin, yet muscular, tall but not too much. The wisp was a night elf with long grass green hair pulled back into a ponytail.
"Eternus! There you are," he said. He wrapped his thin, muscular arms around my small, gaunt body. His warm arms began to defrost my cold skin.
"Orian?" I said, in shock. Shockingly, I stood in my dead (or not-so-dead) fiance's arms.
"No, A'Dal," he joked, "Of course it's me! I've missed you." I looked behind me, wondering how he could hold me with the bat wings, but something amazing happened. They were gone.
My hair was now a short, straight teal color and the bat wing were gone. I watched his dark purple hand sweep over my shoulder, rune-less and soft, to my hand which lacked the claws it once had. I bet my fangs were gone, too!
"Orian!" I cried hugging him back, "I've missed you too!! Please don't leave me, ever again!"
Then I woke up.