"…Ughhhhh," Lilth moans in pain, slowly regaining consciousness.

"Hey Yorthall, the blood elf woman is waking up," shouted a young woman near Lilth.

Feeling her muscles stiff, Lilth slightly tilts her head around to see where on Azeroth she's at. The walls and the floor are all wooden, and the motion of the room matches that of any room on board a ship. Is she being transported for interrogation? Finally looking back to see a young Night elf woman, Lilth could see the green stripe paint covering up a scar on her face, yet her long dark azure hair and faintly, soft amber eyes show curious interest in her rather than plotting ways to torment her. A Tauren, dressed in druid garments, sidesteps into the room, barely squeezing through the door.

"I see she's awake now Maiev. Please go fetch some water and a piece of cloth for her," the Tauren gestures his hand to the door. The young Night elf, also dressed in druid garments, leaves to fetch what the Tauren has requested.

"Where are you taking me?" Lilth cuts to the chase, still lying down on the bed, yet only rolling her head to the side.

Yorthall lets out a hearty laugh. "Do not fear young lady. You're not going to be interrogated. Rather, we're setting you free once we arrive at Menethil Harbor."

"Huh?" Surprise is an understatement in Lilth's golden eyes. "You're not going to ask me about military intel., or anything relating to troop tactics?"

"Do you know who I affiliate with?"

"One of the Cenarion branches, right?"

"The Cenarion Circle to be exact. We only seek in protecting our fragile world. We do not see you as a threat to the world, so you are allowed free."

"But how can you trust me, a High elf, so easily?" Her face shows of sincerity.

He gives out another hearty laugh. "Simple young one, for you knocked out three of your enemies without taking their lives, and now you declared yourself a 'High elf,' rather than a 'Blood elf.' Even in your condition, you are rather predictable to read. So, do I need any more evidence from you?"

Maiev returns with a small wooden bucket full of water and a linen piece of cloth. Dampening and straining the wet piece of cloth, Maiev gently places the wet cloth on Lilth's forehead. The cold cloth felt rather refreshing.

"Excuse me Miss Blood elf, but do all Blood elves wield polearms?" The curiosity of youth came forth from Maiev's lips.

"Maiev! She's a High elf, not a Blood elf," Yorthall corrects her. Maiev regretted in asking her question.

"It's alright. I'm Lilth, and to answer your question, not many do. The weight felt right for me and besides…" her golden eyes looks away from Maiev and looks up at the ceiling. "…A dear childhood friend of mine had once said that he'd be the Shield that would protect others. If he was going to be the Shield, then I wanted to become the Sword that will protect others. A polearm has many uses besides thrusting and swinging."

"Oh, wow," the excitement in Maiev's voice continues to grow.

"Come now Maiev. Let her rest," Yorthall beckoned her by the door.

"Coming. Sleep well Lilth," Maiev waves farewell for now as she approaches near the door. Lilth smiles back before tilting her head back up, facing the ceiling.

The two left and closed the door. They didn't even bother locking it, as there was no sound indicating the door had been locked. The silence begins to sink in. Such sound has always bothered Lilth, and with little energy to move around and interact with others, and not quite tired yet to sleep, what can she do?

"(M'uru?)"

"Yes?"

"(What should I do now? You're the only one I can depend on now…)"

"That is untrue young one. You just made two new allies. I can no longer tell you what to do now, for the risks are much greater now. Do what feels right and you will reach your destination."

"(My destination? You mean my destiny?)"

"Indeed, but you must find you're destined comrade to complete your destiny."

"(My destined comrade? Who's that?)"

"One who you trust upmost. Find him, and once you do, a path will open in reaching your destination."

One that she trusts upmost? Hmmm…Lilth trusts Chory to quietly follow orders and help those in need as much as possible, along with Anastasia, but a warm sensation in her hallow heart begins to resonate. Lilth knew in her heart that this warm glow that sprouted out of the ashes of despair and sorrow belonged to only one person who she loves. Lucian.

"It is him, find him before the eve of destruction begins."

Eve of destruction? What on Azeroth is M'uru getting at? Getting tired again in receiving no responses from him, Lilth realizes that she has another dilemma. If she's not welcome in Alliance territory, and she's in most likelihood an enemy of the Sin'dorei with Liadrin in all cases spreading lies about her, and maybe asking the other Horde members to capture her, then how is she going to find him? If only she was a normal person with a normal life and not some social outcast with abnormal powers that people either are awed or feared by. Wait a minute, a change in identity. Morton changed his surname, so why can't she?

"Hmmm…" Lilth ponders for a new identity. She really doesn't want to give up her birth name, but the surname is a different story. Anybody could tell when hearing it that she'd be labeled as a Blood Elf. What human-conformed surname do High elves use? After several minutes of figuring out any that are used, she decided to make one up. "Vinase." It has a certain, charming ring to it. "Lilth Vinase." Yes, that will be her new identity, with "Lilth Fin'dorei" resting in peace. Content now in solving that dilemma, she felt fatigued and soon fell asleep…

…"M'uru, you strayed yourself from the prophesy. You are aware that we Naaru mustn't involve ourselves too much with the mortal world," come a voice with sincerity and authority.

Is this a dream? Lilth only sees a world of light with no darkness to define anything. Yet she feels the essence of M'uru and this Naaru with much more purer essence of the light.

"I only ensured that the chosen was allowed to perform her duty, nothing more," spoke M'uru, with sincerity and a taint of defensiveness.

"What you say is true, but you and I both know that she wouldn't have died from that encounter. You've grown attached to her, for the only source of comfort you find in the mortal world against the constant pain of being siphoned is her daily life. Like a flower, she matures more beautifully than yesterday."

"It is as you say, true," M'uru concurs.

A fuzzy warm glow starts to resonate in Lilth's heart. It's not difficult for Lilth to understand who they're referring to. Still, she hadn't known he felt that way before.

"However, you have unleashed a terrible burden upon her. Though the symptom is at its earliest stage, she will soon notice the effects sooner or later."

Lilth could feel M'uru regret by what this Naaru was saying, but what does that Naaru mean?

"I will pay any cost to reverse such burden upon the girl for my transgression. She has suffered and lost too much already."

"Then do not stray from your destiny M'uru. Let this be a constant reminder of what you did to the poor girl, giving her the ability to be attuned to the Naaru and suffering the side-effects from it. Completing your destiny is the only way you can free the girl from your transgression. Remember this is not out of revenge against you, no; remember this as your sole source for redemption for breaking Naaruian Law."

"As you will."

Wait, is this really a dream? That Naaru said that she was attuned to them. What does he mean by that and its side effects? Lilth is pretty certain now that she's this "chosen." M'uru used that same word before…

…Waking up, Lilth slowly rises up from her comfy pillow. Looking to her left, she sees Maiev in her leather, druid gear.

"Good morning sleepy head," Maiev smiles.

"What time is it?" Lilth asked, rubbing her eyes.

"It's ten o'clock. You've been asleep for the past day."

For the past day? That would explain why Lilth felt so hungry all of a sudden.

"Lilth, Maiev," Yorthall's voice sounded as he squeezes through the tight door. "We've reached Menethil Harbor."

"Yay, a new place to explore!" Maiev shouted with excitement.

Yorthall lets out a hearty laugh. "Be patient Maiev, you will get a chance to explore soon enough." Looking over to Lilth, the Tauren had a question in mind. "By the way Lilth, what is your surname? Some officials are going to ask you this no doubt."

"It's Vinase. I shed 'Fin'dorei' a while back already."

"I see, perhaps I was worried for no good cause. I do have a present for you though," said Yorthall as he presents a large bag to Lilth.

"What's in here?"

"Your armor set. I've paid a gnome to dye your armor set so people wouldn't associate you with the Blood elves."

Thanking him, Lilth opens the large bag. Pulling out piece by piece, she was astonished at the level of quality the gnome had done to it. The dye looked like it was the original color of her armor set. The armor set is themed in silver and violet. Her circlet all silver, her breastplate is outlined with silver with three shades of violet, her gauntlets all silver, her cassock pants have silver and charcoal outlines and two shades of violet, and her greaves all silver. The last two pieces were a big surprise for her.

"I explained your situation to the gnome Lilth, and for a small fee extra, he altered your shoulderguards and your polearm. I have to say they look splendid," Yorthall commented.

She couldn't agree more. The simple one layered, long shape crimson shoulderguards had been altered into a two layered, round shape, with two well crafted purple gems emitting a light glow placed on top of each shoulderguard. The polearm too was modified. No longer a blade-like tip, the orange and crimson polearm became a silver and violet trident that could be adjustable to the height of its wielder, or during a battle.

"Come Maiev, let her change. We'll be waiting for you on the docks Lilth," said Yorthall as he motions Maiev to follow him.

Soon changing into her new armor set, Lilth found the kitchen to eat. Thanking the chef for the quick breakfast, she makes her way out of the boat and finds Yorthall and Maiev talking to one of the human dock workers on the pier.

"You'll have to go to the keep for authorization sir," said the dock worker to Yorthall.

"I see, thank you for your time then," Yorthall bids farewell to the busy worker.

Meeting up with them, Lilth notices Yorthall's disappointing look.

"What's wrong?" Lilth asked.

"Well you see Lilth," Yorthall choices his words carefully. "We have to be registered now to continue using port services and anchor our ship here if we are to do any…" Maiev eye's at him. "…exploration and providing help for others." Maiev nods in approval.

"Ok, so what's the hesitation then?"

Looking around to make sure nobody is near them, Yorthall continues in his explanation. "There's been talk already from the Horde side that there's a thousand gold bounty for anyone, Horde or Alliance, for your head Lilth…"

"What!?!" Disbelief is very much an understatement at what Lilth is feeling right now. Lilth figured she'd be labeled an enemy to the Sin'dorei, but the whole Horde?! What a crappy day this is becoming Lilth thought.

"(M'uru, you knew about this didn't you. You have encountered Liadrin and knew what she's plotting,)" Lilth accuses him. Hearing no response, Lilth for the first time could feel his more inner emotions, feelings of pain and regret.

"Shhhh…you mustn't become agitated Lilth. If they found out who you are, you truly would be killed for certain."

"You knew this could happen. So then why, why keep protecting me, why set me free?"

"Partly what I said before is true, you are no threat to the natural world, but the Cenarion Circle could use your powers for just causes. By no means would we impose our wills upon you. The choice is yours Lilth Vinase."

Maiev notices a small group of knights coming towards them. Two humans and three dwarves, the one leading them was a dwarf in leather armor and a hand so ever close to the handle of his polished waraxe.

"Oye there folks, welcome to Menethil Harbor. The name's Captain Stoutfist, leader of this tight port," said the dwarf with the polished waraxe on his back.

"Greetings, I am Yorthall Thornbreaker, I am a representative of the Cenarion Circle."

"Oh, you must be the one I got word of the other day coming here from that operation. A bit sooner than what your superiors told me. Ran into some trouble?"

Maiev was about to talk, but Yorthall motions her to stop and takes this question.

"None of the sort Captain. Captain Moonstriker is doing fine in reestablishing the outpost that was destroyed a few months ago. We even defeated several Blood Knights in addition."

"Hahahaha, good o'll Rifillia, wrecking havoc with her war glaive again, huh? That's good to hear."

"Indeed Captain. Maiev here and I were taking care of this High elf of ours who was sent into Silvermoon as a sleeper. She was chased through the Ghostlands and we managed to rescue her from those Blood Knights."

Captain Stoutfist eyes Lilth with great detail. Lilth felt really nervous now. She didn't even confirm a story with Yorthall yet…

"…Um, hello sir. I was a bit careless in handling the package," her golden eyes look away, trying to fake her embarrassment.

"Hmmm…You look amateur enough, but what's up with your eyes? They're gold," Stoutfist inquired with stubborn detail.

Before Yorthall could cover her, Lilth spoke first. "You see sir, my job was to infiltrate and assassinate Lilth Fin'dorei and take her place. She has much more golden eyes than I do. I spent a few months with Yorthall in the healing arts of the druids and the path of the Light to get this shade of gold color. As you can see, Maiev here is a druid. Her eyes are amber, not her natural color."

"Oye. I see you're smart at least lass. If you were the real Lilth Fin'dorei, I would've sold you off and made a thousand gold pieces to build a few more defense towers here and repair some of the cracks in the walls," Stoutfist laughs.

Lilth held back as much as possible to show signs of hurt from that comment.

"I take it you want your passports then?" Stoutfist soon asked.

"Yes please," said Yorthall.

Stoutfist hands each of them a passport, signed and documented. Before Stoutfist bids farewell, he cautions them from leaving the harbor and going into the Wetlands. The Dragonmaw orcs, to the east in the mountain ridges, according to the captain, is preparing for an assault. Leaving the three, the knights headed back to the keep.

"Woohoo, now we can go exploring!" Maiev shouted with joy. Yorthall sighs from such enthusiasm after a near death experience.

"Is she always like this?" Lilth asks.

"Hehehe," Maiev laughs while Yorthall sighs with a nod.

A female dwarf in a simple dress cautiously approaches them.

"Uh, excuse me," said the female dwarf. "I noticed that you were given passports by the Captain, and I was hoping…"

"Yes," Yorthall encourages the woman to continue.

"…I was hoping you could rescue my husband. You see, he's a blacksmith, and the Dragonmaw clan captured him while he was working at the excavation site to the east. I told this to Captain Stoutfist, but he said he had to look after the people here in the harbor and couldn't send any of the soldiers out there to find my husband. Could you please help me?"

Lilth and Maiev both look at Yorthall.

"Indeed ma'am, we will do what we can for you and your husband. By the name of Cenarius, those Orcs will feel the Cenarion Circle's wrath."

"I thank you strangers. My husband's name is Gorin. I'll be waiting in the inn when you come back," said the woman as she left with a sign of relief on her face.

Lilth didn't think she'd be doing another mission so quickly, but at least this is a mission where she won't have any regrets, even though she's taken a life already.

"Shall we head off then?" Yorthall asks, checking the condition on his staff.

"I'm ready as always," Maiev said with glee, raising her staff high into the air.

"Wait, I need to talk to that gnome for a few items," said Lilth. "I've got an idea."

Doing what they must, Lilth felt as if this is her destiny, helping people in their time of need. But…why was M'uru acting so strange lately? From that vision, what did that Naaru mean she was attuned to them and will suffer more from it? How? Wait, does Jalar's death back in Murder Row is somehow linked to all of this? Lilth prays that's not the case…but, one final thing that's bothering her. What's supposed to happen at this "eve of destruction," and how's Lucian involved in all of this? For now, she will put these thoughts aside and help that blacksmith. Nighttime is always there for such thoughts…

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Chaudew: Thank you for reading this short story. I hope you've been enjoying my short stories thus far. Please review, or PM, what you like and/or dislike. It will be some time before I'll post parts of the last installment of this trilogy, "Redemption's Light," as I am in the process of fleshing out the scenes. The first two stories were completed in advance, which allowed me to upload a chapter per day. I'll post each chapter for "Redemption's Light" ASAP. Look up on my profile for updates every few days for the progess on the last of the trilogy.