Magnetism
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"Could you put that case over there? It won't be in the way if we keep it over there." Molniia said, rubbing her forhead as she directed yet another overly-eager helper to shift around the necessities they'd recovered from Argus. So far, there hadn't been much. She'd yet to run into any survivors from the wreckage of the massive light bound ship that had crashed when shot out of the sky by the Legion, but she was sure she would soon, and having things taken care of prior to that would be invaluable to her, as well as to them. She needed them to assist her about Argus, and making of them allies, she needed to make sure they had everything they needed from her side first.
"Anything else you need?" The human woman asked, swiping her hands across her robe and looking at the draenei shaman expectantly.
"No, that should be fine. I'm about to leave anyway." Molniia said, smiling meekly back. She hastily backtracked to where Velen was standing, staring out at Argus as if he could hardly believe what he was seeing. Molniia put a hand on his shoulder.
"I know it's hard to see it like this, Prophet." Molniia said solemnly. "But this will be where it ends. The Legion won't be tainting good air for much longer."
"I expect that will be so, what with all of your efforts, and those of all of Azeroth." He said, turning and lifting an eyebrow at the myriad of heroes gathered in the hallowed halls of the ship that had taken them to Argus. She was only one of many who were there to end what the Legion had attempted to start. She recognized more than a few faces, a Worgen death knight she'd met toting around the putrid weapon Apocolypse, a dwarf shaman with a strong elemental fist weapon and shield that seemed to glow with the very element's themselves. There were some she'd never seen, but knew by reputation. A goblin Death Knight with weapons that nearly froze her soul just looking at them. A Forsaken shadow priest that seemed to be muttering to his dagger as if it were telling him a bad joke. Their motley crew of strengthened soldiers were dragging the Legion into the mud, one planet at a time, it seemed.
"Indeed, we would almost seem... overwhelming, were it not the Legion we faced."
"Overwhelming is much needed now." Velen replied, turning his attention back to the skies of Argus. "Our friends need our help. You'll need to teleport down to the surface, scout out the wreckage of our Allies of the Light."
"Do you think they survived?" Molniia asked in a hushed tone. Velen didn't reply, his face heavily scrutinzing the smokey area where the ship had crashed.
"I most certainly hope they did." He said gravely. "We will need all of the help we can get."
Molniia nodded, and turned her attention to the transporter that had led her to the ship in the first place. Stepping on the pad and nodding to the engineer, she felt her body shift as she teleported from the ship to the ground. The fighting had begun long before she'd touched down on the grated plateau, the sickened earth and mutated vegetation just a few of the signs of the Legion's fel corruption. She looked out to see that her allies had stepped off the teleporter as well, and were now moving quickly to assist in the fray. She hesitated for only a moment, before channeling her fury, pleading for the element's wrath to join, as she clutched the Doomhammer and it's sister mace, slamming into the nearest Felguard with a fury like no other.
The first staging area was cleared pretty quickly, and the groups began to split off in favor of securing different areas, hoping to quickly gain ground and make it to the downed Army of the Light. She felt a strange draw to head straight for the mothership, and tagged along with the seemingly insane Forsaken priest and a Blood Elf death Knight that she didn't recognize. Their path was rather quiet, only coming across a few felhounds, before reaching a giant chasm that spanned almost half the width of the expansive plateau. Inside the bubbling surface were spans of demons, all fighting with Draenei. Not broken. Draenei.
And not just any Draenei, she observed. They were touched by the light. It was impossible to deny it. Their skin, almost white, as if someone had lit a fire beneath their skin. Their hair was just as fair, some white, or pale grey, or pale ash blonde. They all bore armor likened to the image of a Naaru, and many of them bore shields, swords, or staves that seemed to emanate in the very essense of the Light. Their horns were longer, more elegant and defined. Their eyes shone like the sun. They seemed eons old, and yet, they were compelling. Watching them was almost fixation.
Realizing she was standing around not doing anything, Molniia pulled Doomhammer from her belt and roared a racous war-cry, turning the heads of some of the Demons, but not breaking the dedicated determined focus of the Warriors of the Light. She slammed the mace into the nearest Felguard, the elemental force crunching into his bones and slamming him back several feet. The female Draenei, a priest by the looks of her armor, nodded her thanks and began to channel a stream of light at the demon, pulverizing what was left of him. That done, Molniia turned her attention to the edge of the Plateau, where a very large demon with a huge mace stood, leering at a small group that was advancing on him, containing three Lightforged Draenei, the female Goblin Death Knight with the Blades of the fallen Prince, and a male blood elf Paladin she vaguely knew, using the Truth Guard.
She quickened her pace to join them, not even bothering to sheath the Doomhammer or the Earth Mother's hammer. As she came closer, she realized the demon stood in front of a few bodies of strong looking broken, a few draenei, their life essences gone, their eyes open in shock.
"Don't tell me you're afraid?" The giant creature said, leering at the group and brandishing his axe against them. "I broke them easily. You will follow as all of your kind were destined to do!" Molniia gritted her teeth, and her eyes seemed to lock on the large male draenei paladin that stood, imposing and luminescent, next to the Blood elf. His long silvery hair was braided and long, and she could see that he was experienced in his stance, his shoulders broad and mace braced in his fists. She had a strange impulse to see his face, but she knew now wasn't the time. This creature had to be destroyed first.
The demon's jeering seemed to steel the resolve of the group, starting with the goblin, who charged wordlessly at the creature, sinking her blades into it's leg and releasing a burst of frost magic that made Molniia reflexively shiver. The demon howled and swung its weapon, but everyone shifted, preparing for the counter-attack. The Blood Elf Paladin threw up his shield, temporarily blinding the creature and giving the Goblin another opening to make her assault. The two female Draenei were already channeling the light to strike the demon, and the male Draenei was swinging his mace against the creature's back. She caught a glimpse of his face, but not enough to identify where she knew him from. She slammed the doomhammer into the demon's chest and summoned a fire elemental to engage him. The male Draenei from before, a long since healed scar marring the left side of his face, came into her field of view. She instantly recognized him, and her mouth fell open.
"Navene?" She choked out. His eyes immediately locked to hers, and she felt her heart almost stutter in her surprise. His eyes, a golden glowing color, trained on her face. He seemed to almost be in disbelief, but he reigned in his expression and swung his mace out just in time to block the demon's weapon as it came crashing down just above his head. Molniia snapped herself out of it quickly, realizing she was causing the focus to leave the group, which would end in destruction. She quickly diverted around, standing next to one of the other draenei, who were ducking to avoid the wide arcing swing of the large mace as the demon spun around in a wide circular motion.
"Die insignificant fools!" He roared, stomping on the ground and kicking everyone back several feet. Molniia skidded back, imbuing the element's fury into her hammers whilst focusing on the demon. He was already slowing down, and one of his massive legs seemed to be suffering from a nasty looking frostbite, which was slowly spreading upwards. The female death knight, eerie blue eyes locked on the splintering wound, sprung forward, slashing her blades across the front of the demon's chest, causing him to roar out in frustration. Her frost magic was already penetrating his body, and he staggered down to one knee, where the two male paladins stood before him, ready to end his life.
"You can't defeat us all." The creature spat out, leering at them. " All of your efforts will have been for nought."
"Your kind has been wrong before." Navene said, and Molniia felt her ears perk up. He raised his mace and, imbuing it with the light, smashed it against his head, watching the body crumble into dust.
The small goblin joined the blood elf and they nodded their thanks to the group before rushing off to engage the next group. The two female lightforged draenei took one look between Navene and Molniia and waved their exit out, going towards the main part of the plateau where Molniia had beamed down to begin with. Molniia and Navene didn't speak, instead just looking to one another, their expressions unreadable.
Molniia was the first to start forward. She walked until she was only a foot or so away from him. She looked him over. His armor aside, she saw that his bulky body had not wasted away with time. If anything, he was more imposing now than he had been when she was younger. Over three hundred years ago. She remembered him differently then. Still tall, but less confident. Less wise. The smile on his face was gone now, no laughter in the lines of his face. He'd seen much, likely seen more than she could ever have imagined. His skin had been bleached by the light. Once a light blue, was now almost as white as the snows of Highmountain. His hair had always been white, but now it was silver, almost like a finely spun necklace. His eyes were the most recognizable. They still held a warmth that she felt in her very soul.
"You look different." She stated, her voice wobbling slightly. He nodded, still not speaking. "I don't know how to explain it. I just... I knew it was you. All this time. I knew." He leaned forward to look at her for a moment, and reached out tentatively to touch her cheek.
"We'd heard of the mothership landing on Azeroth." He admitted softly. "I rejoiced to hear that many of our people survived the crash. But I heard no word of your whereabouts, or whether or not you'd even survived. There seemed to be no word that you had even been on the ship at all."
" I wasn't supposed to be." She said, her eyes flashing angrily at him. "I was supposed to be there- I was supposed to stay with you-"
"I couldn't risk you dying." He argued back, his tone still gentle, despite the adamancy. "You were young, there was so much danger-"
"And you?" She retorted, crossing her arms. "We were supposed to stay together, Navene. You promised me."
"I did. And for that, I apologize." He said, his voice sorrowful. "But I do not regret taking you to the ship. I do not regret that you survived, once I heard of your legacy. It pained me, more than you will ever know, to not be able to immediately come to your side, to be with you, through all of the hard times."
"I would have gone with you and done the same." She said, the hurt showing in her voice. "You knew this, and yet you took me to the ship and sent me away. Do you have any idea how many years I waited to hear of your fate? How many decades I cried because I thought you gone from my life? Navene, this... this shouldn't be the way we reunite. Not on Argus, not under these circumstances."
"But it is the way we have reunited." He said, taking her stubborn hands in his own. She felt the scars that criss-crossed his skin. Her eyes flicked to the scar that crossed his face and she hesitated. "Do not think you were alone. I was always with you, in your heart." He leaned in and kissed her lightly on her lips, pulling away and looking deeply into her eyes.
"Do not hold onto your anger long, Niia." He said. "I'd rather not lose you again."
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Woo this one was a little forced, but still fun to write. I knew exactly who I wanted to pair Molniia with as soon as patch 7.3 came out, but it's been a long time since I've really written much (Trust me, when you're launching aircraft, your not thinking about writing WoW stuff all the time, only like, 15 % of the time lol) But I'm trying to get back into the groove. I like writing these shorts, they're easier and good off the cuffs. I hope you enjoyed, be on the lookout for more!