Hey, lazy ass, get out of bed," I heard cruel words spoken, "C'mon the Outlands isn't gonna hand itself over on a silver platter!!" I stirred, not quite ready to wake up. Then the pins and needles sensation spread throughout a little bit of my left wing and leg. "You are such a lazy ass!! Get out of bed!!"
"Its okay I would much rather have a lazy ass than a fat one, like Kil'Jaeden's ass," I sleepily said. Of course I knew that I was talking to Kil'Jaeden but I thought I might add to Archimonde's comments of Kil'Jaeden having a fat ass.
"My ass isn't fat!!" he angrily yelled. Then I saw Illidan's spirit appear behind Kil'Jaeden's astral projection.
"Wow, I never noticed that!" Illidan shouted, "He totally DOES have a fat ass!" I snickered but quickly covered it with a yawn and stretch.
But, in prefect unison and without even knowing it, both Illidan and Kil'Jaeden said, "Holy shit."
"What?" I said, sitting up and cocking my head to the side.
"Are you really THAT dense?" Kil'Jaeden asked, "Look at your right arm." I did. It was completely covered with elaborate runes that connected to each other with swirls and twists. Not only was this on my arm it extended over my right shoulder blade and ended just above my right breast in a swirly, runic mass. "Wow" was all I could manage to say.
Illidan quickly interrupted my shock by saying, "Tell him you have something to do today, and make up some excuse. Then tell him you'll be back be sundown."
"I have to go somewhere today," I announced.
"And where is this?" Kil'Jaeden asked.
"Well, it's not here, it's not in the Black Temple, and it's out of a five mile radius of here, therefore, I don't have to tell you," I said with a smirk.
"Why I outta," Kil'Jaeden swore between gritted teeth.
"Oh just let her go," Archimonde said from the door way, "She probably wants to go find another hiding place since I found her last one." Kil'Jaeden angrily glided away from me.
"It's okay," I assured, "I shouldn't be gone long."
"No, we shouldn't, if you fly fast. Oh, and bring two swords or two daggers, your choice," Illidan commanded. For some reason, I thought I should choose the daggers.
He flew me out to the Blades' Edge Mountains because he said that the rocks would make good targets.
"Okay," he began, "What have those idiots been teaching you?"
"Nothing. I've just kind of been growing…unnatural stuff. Stuff like runic markings, claws and fangs, long, black hair, and wings," I shrugged.
"Are you serious?" Illidan asked. "Do you know anything?"
"Hey, c'mon, I am…was…is…a hunter," I said, confused as to what I was.
"Well, should you choose this, I plan on adding one more word to your title," Illidan explained, "I want to make you a demon hunter." I was shocked! A demon hunter?! "However, it's your choice. You do know what a demon hunter is right?"
"Yeah, to sum it up short, they fight fire with fire. They use the dark arts of the Burning Legion against the Burning Legion,"
"Well, my plan is to teach you the swordplay and maneuvers of the demon hunter and leave it up to you to embrace the darkness," Illidan explained, "That's why I asked you to bring dual weapons." Training was nothing like a hunter's training. When we learned to dual wield, the only right way was both the blades pointing to your enemy. Now, that I'm being un-learned, holding the dagger is up to me, I found that I like to hold the blades in a way, new and opposite, than my old way. I concentrated hard on my enemy…which, at this point, was a jagged rock…and held the daggers, one pointing to my rocky enemy and the other pointing away. I executed a maneuver that twisted my body into a curve like the curve of the dagger and sliced deeper into the rock than the last time I had attacked it.
"Wow, I'm shocked. You're actually learning at a faster pace than I did," Illidan congratulated.
"Were you determined like I am?" I asked.
"No," he responded, "I was just power hungry. The only motivation I had was more power."
"Well power seemed like air to you; you just couldn't get enough and without it you'd die,"
"Well, obviously, it's no match for your motive. What is it?"
I paused, smiling I let the daggers drop to my sides, reminiscing I thought about my fiancé. "Well, you see, Orian, my fiancé, always told me that he wanted to be a demon hunter. He said that he would also like to be a deathknight but demon hunters were easier to become and, in both of our opinion, more powerful. So, I guess I'm training because Orian would like it."
"That's so sweet, it's sickening," Illidan said, "Where is he?"
"Dunno," I half-whispered, "He's probably in the Emerald Dream."
"Oh," and then there was a long pause between us.
"You know, when I was 13, I found a little lost Frostsaber. I saved it from being eaten by a spider and took it back to the Orphanage with me. However, when they saw the rare green outlines around its stripes and its green eyes, they took her away from me. And when I was crying on a swing, an older boy
came up to me and told me that we'd steal her back tonight. Needless to say we were caught, but we had managed to get in, grab the cat, and get out. Actually, our little stunt almost landed us in rogue training, but the leaders saw the affiliation the cat had with us and put us in hunter training. Orian and I trained together and shared Emerald until he got Mosh, his cat."
"Oh," Illidan said with a smile. I suppose my sudden opening up moment startled him. But, he seemed to spin off of it well. "Well, when I was little, my twin brother, this girl and I trained together and played together. My twin brother and I chased after the same girl we trained with, and even though she and I had a deeper connection, my brother still won her heart in the end…" He seemed to trail off in rage.
"Well, in all my years and seeing all the women my two friends hooked up and slept with, I have learned something valuable," I said, "And that is: being with a person and having their hearts are, sadly and really unfortunately, two different things. But, it is getting late, so we should probably head back to the Black Temple."
Upon our...my…the arrival, no one was in the room where they normally would be. I was mildly concerned for a second because of the gut wrenching feeling I had. It felt like something was out of whack.
"Hello?" I called out. Silence responded my cry.
"Where are you guys?" I yelled out louder. I haven't felt this alone since I watched the life slip from the eyes of my little gnomey friend, Buck. He was the last to die out of all I had. I ran up the stairs and turned into the first vacant hallway. Nothing responded my presence. I flew up another flight of stairs to the second hallway. This hallway is my hallway because this was the hallway my room was in. I flew past the third staircase to the secret passage way to the spiraling steps that led to the roof.
I ignored the staircase and flew up the shaft until I burst through the door and hovered against the moon. No one was on the roof. I was completely alone. I landed on the roof and then I heard Aunchin's screams of pain. He was begging for mercy and for somebody to put him out of his pain. I followed the screams to the eighth hallway in the Temple. He was toward the last staircase that led to the roof and the spirit forms were hovering above him, uselessly.
"Is he about to?" I asked, already knowing the answer. The two grimly nodded.