A/N: Spoilers for the primary story missions of Guild Wars 2. In truth, this first chapter will be very short and is only a setup for future chapters. I am sorry to do this to you, but I need time to flush out the story in my head before I post more here. Incidentally, this story will be very mature in later chapters but will start off slow. This story will probably ignore all of the events of the Heart of Thorns expansion and the events of the Living World. Other than that, I can't make any promises about what will or won't happen.
"It's done. I can feel the waters beginning to radiate with the energy of Caladbolg, flowing everywhere the water touches." Trahearne stated solemnly. As he spoke, he slumped over, clutching his side.
The Commander responded with alarm, "Trahearne, are you well? You look like you can barely stand." Indeed, he looked as though he would fall over at any moment.
"The ritual has taken a great deal out of me, but I will live." He replied with his usual calm and collected manner. Damn that man and his infernal monotone!
Doubtful, the Commander replied, "Let's make sure of that. Medic! We need a medic over here!"
Trahearne was quick to reassure the Commander. "No need. Our work here is done, though the fight is far from over. We must regroup at Fort Trinity, and then we will have the opportunity to plan your next step forward."
The logic was difficult to argue, so instead the Commander took a different approach. "I look forward to it. And Marshal? Congratulations on the successful conclusion of your Wyld Hunt." But where was that medic?
With effort, Trahearne straightened his back. When he spoke, the words seemed to be for himself alone, "At last. It has been a part of me since I took my first steps, but now the Wyld Hunt is complete. Now that it's done, I find myself wondering...without it to define me, how will I define myself? A rare and unique challenge...but as I have learned, I am more capable of rising to challenges than I ever suspected." Perhaps he has spent too much time wandering Orr alone.
The flurry of cheering began to taper off as the other Pact members returned to their former state of vigilance. The risen seemed to be eliminated in this area for the moment, but peace was certain to be short lived. The wounded were being tended, the fallen were being prepared to be put to rest – permanent in this area only by burning the corpses. Everyone else was checking their gear, scouting the path back to the airship, or involved in various other tactical activities. For the moment, the Marshal and Commander were alone in the center of the Artesian Waters, the very source of Orr.
"Perhaps we should head back," the Commander began, "there is much to discuss." Trahearne turned and nodded. "Lead the way, Commander."
A/N: There will be more added in the future.
