Chapter twenty-nine. Enjoy, everyone...*evil smirk*
"Damnit, why don't I have her yet!" Elros yelled at his minion, slapping him across the face.
"I apologize, Master, but I am doing the best I can." Gishezpak told him. "It is becoming very difficult with the shaman and warlock wanting to stay by my side to talk of women and making sure that the undead girl doesn't kill everyone and mess things up. And then there's the draenei boy who's-"
"I don't give a damn how hard it is for you!" Elros continued to yell, slapping Gishezpak across the face again. The troll remained unmoved by it, standing still with his arms behind his back. "I am sorry, Master." He apologized.
"Have you forgotten that I own you, Gishezpak?" Elros asked his minion. "You have to do everything I say or else! Have you forgotten? Have you!" He yelled, stepping closer to the young boy.
Gishezpak tried his best to keep a straight face on. "No, I have not, Master." He said calmly, trying not to think about how he was doing this for his family's sake.
"Tonight." Elros said. "I want to have her by tonight. And if I do not…" He continued, looking at Gishezpak sternly. "Then you and your family will suffer the way all of my minions who fail me suffer. Am I making myself clear?" Elros hissed.
Gishezpak nodded. "Yes, Master. I will go and steal the Orb of Deception now. And then you will have her tonight." He told his master.
"For your family's sake, I better." Elros said, hopping on Lucille and riding off into Elwynn Forest, leaving Gishezpak standing there alone.
The troll shook his head and sighed. "I cannot fail." He told himself, turning around as he pulled his hood back over his face, walking to the Tower of Azora to steal the Orb of Deception. "I cannot fail." He repeated to himself several more times as he walked. "For my family's sake…"
Shari was sitting on the ground of the cell, her right leg bent to prop her right arm on it and her left leg laying down flat. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, wiping some sweat from her brow.
The grown female troll woman opened her eyes, frowning as she looked at the cell door. Usually, her husband and children were tossed into it before she was. Worried about them working late, she exhaled again. After that, she began to think of her oldest and how he was doing.
She reached into her robes and pulled out the one and only picture she had of him. When he was five and they had just met that tauren family. It was the last happy picture they ever had.
"Loggle blargh!" Shari heard one of the ghouls shout outside of the prison cell. She quickly put the picture away and looked at the door just in time to see her husband come flying into the cell and their children being roughly shoved in after him.
Shari stood up and dusted herself off as the ghoul slammed the door shut, then she walked over to her husband; who was now standing up and dusting himself off; and her children.
"Binkahdoo!" She said to her husband with her heavy troll accent, smacking him on the shoulder. "Why ya be so late?" She continued, putting her hands on her hips. "Ah 'ave been worred sick!"
"Sorray, Shar." Binkadoo apologized to his wife. "Masta Elrahs needed meh an' da younglin's fa somet'in'."
Shari was about to start bad mouthing Elros when the sight of her two children looking up at her caught her eye. She sighed, easing up and calming herself down, then knelt down to hug them both tightly.
"Mama, Ah wan' ta go 'ome." The oldest of the two; their daughter; said as Binkadoo knelt down for the family hug.
"Ah kno' ya do, hun." She said, rubbing her daughter's hair and kissing her on the forehead.
"Wen is Gizzay comin' back?" The younger one; their second son; asked, looking up to his mother.
Shari felt like her heart was going to break at the question. Looking her son in the eyes did not help very much either. She looked to Binkadoo, her eyes pleading for him to come up with an answer because she was drawing a blank.
"Uh… Time fa bed!" The grown male troll said, getting up and trying to shoo his children off to their sleeping corner. "Joo two 'ave 'ad a long day. Joo need sleep." Binkadoo said, walking the two over to where they slept, then tucking them in and kissing them goodnight. They instantly fell asleep when he began to make his way back over to Shari.
"Wat da-!" Shari began to whisper to her husband but stopped when he placed a finger on his lips. She shut her mouth, then he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and walked her to the other side of the cell so they could whisper to each other without disturbing their children.
"Ohkay. Now joo can complain."
"Wat da 'ell did Elrahs need ya fa! Joo already do t'ree shif''s a guard dutay, polish all da armor an' da weapans! An' da children spen' all day scoutin' fa food fa da goowels! All t'ree a ya 'ardly eva sleep frum all dat work! So wat in da 'ell was Elrahs pilin' on ya!"
Binkadoo only shrugged at his wife. "Ah dun kno'. 'E made us stop doowen ower usual t'ing an' go out ta look fa some t'ings 'e needed."
"Wat? Wat t'ings? An' wat da 'ell does 'e need 'em fa!"
"I dun kno'. But Ah 'eard someone say dat 'e wan'ed ta build somet'in'." Binkadoo answered, now sitting down on the floor from being tired. "Eet 'as somet'in' ta do wit' dat girl 'e's always talkin' about." He went on as Shari sat down next to him.
"Joo mean dat "Zanna" girl?"
"Ja."
"Den…Gizzay be comin' back soon? An' we can all go 'ome?" Shari asked, sounding hopeful that her eldest child would be coming back from what he was forced to do. Her answer was just another shrug. "Ah dun kno', Shar." Binkadoo said, then looked to his wife when he heard sniffling.
Shari quickly hid her face on Binkadoo's shoulder to try to muffle her sobs. "Ah miss mah baybeh!" She cried. Binkadoo held her close and began to gently rub the back of her head. "Ah do too…"
Fëanáro woke up early the next morning, wanting to surprise Xanna with the Orb of Deception when she woke up. Sure, he was just gonna try to talk her into staying with him so they would grow up and getting married and have several children that he'd name Fëanáro and Xanna junior, but he still wanted to this favor for her. It would prove that she could trust him and that he was perfect for her!
That and he wanted to get the other guys away from her. Especially Akazil.
'Geez, he had his chance. Why can't he just give up and let me have mine?' He thought as he walked out of the Stormwind City gates. Smiling, he shook his head and sighed as he thought of the orc. 'Poor guy's livin' in his own fantasy world. Thinkin' that he still has a shot with Xanna. Ha!'
As Fëanáro thought, he accidentally tripped over someone that had been sleeping under a tree, waking the person up.
"I'm sorry." He told the person as he got up. "I wasn't looking where I was going!"
The person; ignoring Fëanáro; stretched out his bones after he stood up, accidentally making his hood fall back, revealing his face.
"Oh, hi, Gizzy." Fëanáro said, waving and smiling to the troll. "I'm gonna go get the Orb of-" He was saying, turning around, then realizing who he was talking to half a second later, his eyes popping out of his head as he turned back around. "What the hell are you doing here?" He yelled, quickly pulling Gishezpak's hood back over his face and pushing him down, making him stand on his knees. "Someone might see you!" He said, quickly looking back and forth for people.
"Debbie, I said I'm sorry!" A young boy said as he followed his girlfriend.
"My name is April!"
"April, I said I'm-" He was saying again when he bumped into the girl. He quickly saw the reason why too.
A young night elf boy was pushing down the head of some cloaked person. Who was on their knees. April and her cheating boyfriend backed away slowly and quickly left after seeing such a sight.
Fëanáro facepalmed himself. "Damnit…"
Gishezpak got off of his knees and stood back up and onto his feet. "Sorry, Mister Fëanáro. I have been known to sleepwalk." He explained. "But I am positive no one saw me, or else I would probably be dead right now."
"Geez, even in you're sleep, you're a professional…" Fëanáro said, receiving a nod from Gishezpak. He shook his head, then grabbed his hand. "Well, c'mon. You can come get the Orb with me since you're already out. Then it's back home for you and your friends."
"Xanna wouldn't happen to be on that list in your mind, would she?" Gishezpak asked, slightly smirking at the elf, knowing full well how much he was blushing even though he was turned away from him.
"W-what? Of course she is! Why wouldn't she be? Well, I don't mean "of course", but I do mean "of course", but I mean she… Oh, you know what I mean!"
"You mean that you like her and are planning to talk her into staying with you." Gishezpak said, taking the lead in walking to the Tower of Azora.
"I-!"
"Don't try to deny it, Mister Fëanáro. It is completely obvious."
"It is?…"
"To everyone except for Miss Xanna." Gishezpak comforted.
"Oh, good. 'Cause I wanna tell her at my own pace, ya know? And-"
"But there is something you should know about her." Gishezpak said, interrupting the elf, but not saying anything after that.
"Well?"
"Well what, Mister Fëanáro?"
"What's the thing I need to know about her?"
"About who?"
"About Xanna!"
"What about her?" Gishezpak continued, rather enjoying this. 'I should do this more often…'
"What's the thing I need to know about Xanna!" Fëanáro yelled, a little irritation steam coming off of his head.
"I cannot tell you."
"Then why even bring it up?"
"I believe the young people call it a "heads up"." Gishezpak said, then turned around to face Fëanáro. "And here's another, Mister Fëanáro." He said in a very serious tone. "You and Xanna will never be together."
"And why's that?" Fëanáro asked, folding his arms over his chest as he glared at Gishezpak.
"Because you are not worthy enough for her." Was Gishezpak's simple as can be answer. After saying that, he turned around and began to talk again, ending the conversation before Fëanáro had the chance to think of a response.
Fëanáro's jaw had dropped in shock. He quickly shut it and put his arms at his sides, balling his hands up in fists, glaring at Gishezpak's back. 'Not worthy? NOT WORTHY? I'll show him who's worthy!' He angrily thought, stomping his feet as he walked behind Gishezpak to the Tower of Azora.
Fëanáro opened the door, prepared to greet all of his gnomies. But instead, he saw a horrible sight.
Everything was torn up, broken, papers were everywhere, and a few polymorphed gnomes were running around as friends chased them to try to help them get out of the sheep form. It was a sight for Fëanáro to see.
Gishezpak; on the other hand; was unmoved.
Fëanáro quickly ran over to Simon's station and helped him out from under his broken desk. "Dude, what happened here?" He questioned as his friend dusted himself off.
"Someone broke in late last night and wrecked up the place." Simon answered, turning to his night elf friend after dusting himself off. "All of our work…it's gone…" He said, sounding like he had lost his soul.
"Man, how could this have happened? Where's your dad? Does he know? Who did this? Was it, Finklehag?" Fëanáro questioned, lightly shaking his friend, thinking it would help get him the answers.
Simon pointed to his father's office. "He's not doin' to well about the whole situation…" He said a little solemnly. "So, enter at your own risk."
"M-Mister Gnomenmire?…" Fëanáro stammered, slowly peeking his head through the door and into the room. "Mister Gnomenmire?…" He said again, still slowly entering the room as he looked around.
"Years of research…" Henry said, sitting on his knees, staring at some torn up notes he was holding in his hands. "Gone…"
"M-Mister Gnomenmire, are you okay?…" Fëanáro asked carefully as he slowly walked up behind the old and broken gnome man.
"No, my boy, I am not okay." Henry answered, sighing as a tear slid down the right side of his face. "Ever since I was two months old, I have spent all of my time researching about all of the classes, races, and anything else I could. I was fascinated with everything and how it all worked." He said, staring blankly at whatever was in front of him. "I've spent my whole life researching… And now…it's gone… All of it…"
"Mister Gnomenmire-…"
"And for what?" Henry said, starting to get a bitter and angry tone to his voice. "For some stupid cloaked cat burglar to come in and only take that damn stupid Orb?"
"They stole the Orb of Deception?" Fëanáro exclaimed. 'Oh, man. How am I gonna tell Xanna?…'
"I knew that thing was trouble the instant I accidentally created it! But because of my weakness for research, I kept it!" Henry yelled, gripping the torn up papers in his hands tightly. "I bet it was that stupid Cross-Marriage couple! The ones who stole the gems all those years ago!" Henry yelled, getting up.
"Cross-Marriage?…" Fëanáro asked quietly, tilting his head.
"Whoever it was, I will hunt them down and I'll kill them myself!" The angry and bitter old gnome yelled, turning around and facing Fëanáro. The young night elf boy held in a gasp as he stared in shock at the beat up man's face.
"I will give whoever did this what they deserve! I will make them pay!" Henry continued to yell, turning to his right, walking to what was left of his desk and moving it off of an old trunk. He opened it, began to rummage through it, then pull out some armor and weapons and angrily put it on.
"But what about your family, Mister Gnomenmire? And the Tower? Shouldn't you stay and help? If you do, then maybe you can get some of your research ba-"
"My research is gone! This Tower is gone! It's all gone! All of it!" Henry yelled as he put on his right bracer. "But I will have my revenge!"
"But your family, sir! Wouldn't they miss you if you just went out on an angry rampage? Please, Mister Gnomenmire, think logically!"
"I'm through with logic! Look at where it got me! A wasted life!" The angry gnome replied, adjusting the right side of his chest piece, then grabbing his helmet and turning back to Fëanáro. "And if my family cannot understand why I need to do this, then oh well!" He said, putting on his helmet and starting to head to the door behind Fëanáro to leave. "I have nothing to lose!" He yelled, slamming the door shut behind him, making the picture of his family on the wall fall to the ground and break. Fëanáro could only stare in shock.
Gishezpak walked through the night, his hood over his face as he quietly walked to the Tower of Azora. When he reached it, he shaped shifted into his ghost wolf form, then scratched on the door and began to beg like a frightened and starving dog.
Simon had opened the door. He gave him a pathetic look so he would let him in, then he would snoop around and find where Henry was hiding the Orb.
"Aww, you poor thing." Simon said, staring at the poor "dog". "Come inside. I'll give ya some grub, buddy." He said, stepping aside and letting Gishezpak waltz right into the Tower.
Simon shut the door. "Wait right here." He told Gishezpak, then walked off to fetch something.
After the stupid gnome left, Gishezpak looked around the room. Everyone was working, all of their guards down. No one would ever know what happened.
'Biggest mistake ever…' Gishezpak thought, shape shifting back into his mysteriously cloaked troll self. Within such a short second, he caught the eye of someone, making her gasp. As she wasted that precious second to gasp, Gishezpak quickly summoned a few totems, pulled out his staff and began to tear the place down.
Gishezpak hit a couple of gnomes that tried to jump at him on his right, making them fly backwards onto the bottom of the stairs. He then used his staff to hit the face of a gnome coming at him on his left, making him stumble back a few feet and then fall down and slip into unconsciousness.
After that, he shot lightning bolts at three more in front of him. Then; while still fighting and hitting gnomes away with his staff like it was a game of baseball; he began to search the room for the Orb of Deception, burning things with his fire totem when he didn't find it.
"Alright, boy, I brought ya some-" Came Simon's voice as he came back from the Tower's kitchen. "-food…" He finished, his jaw dropped in shock as he looked around the demolished room.
Gishezpak shot a lightning bolt at him, knocking the bowl of food out of his hands, using the split second Simon used to glance at it to jump over to him and beat him down with his staff.
"Where is the Orb of Deception?" Gishezpak yelled, holding the end of his staff down on Simon's chest. The gnome boy squirmed beneath it, trying to use his hands to lift it up, but not succeeding. "Where?" The troll minion yelled again, putting down more pressure.
"I-I don't know!" Simon yelled, squirming more frantically now. Gishezpak quickly picked up the staff, used the other end to smack him across the face, then placed it back on Simon's chest. "Tell me where the Orc of Deception is!"
"I don't know!" Simon yelled again, looking up to try to see the person's face. He couldn't because it was hidden very well by the hood's shadow.
Gishezpak shook his head. "You are useless then." He said, about to put more pressure down on the poor boy to end his life. Before he could, someone had to try to be a hero, shooting a fireball at him. He quickly spun to his right, dodging it and letting it hit the wall; which just helped the place burn down some more.
"Leave my son alone!" Henry said, holding his left hand up and a staff in his right. And; for some reason; there was dramatic wind blowing around, blowing up his robe and revealing his boxers. His white based frostbolt covered boxers.
Gishezpak started blankly at the older gnome, not believing that a Xanna moment was happening when Xanna was not even there to cause it.
"Pop, boxers…" Simon said, still laying on the ground in pain.
Henry looked down and saw what his son meant. "Oh crackers…" He said, quickly leaving; which caused the dramatic wind to pause for a moment; then coming back with pants on, making his dramatic pose cool like it was suppose to be.
"Leave my son-!" He was repeating when Gishezpak picked up and threw Simon at his father, knocking him down to the ground and causing both of them a great deal of pain.
Gishezpak quickly ran over to them, picked Simon back up and tossed him aside; making him land by his desk and go unconscious; kicked Henry's staff aside then used the end of his own staff to pin Henry down like he was doing to Simon.
"Where is the Orb of Deception?" He yelled
Henry groaned beneath the staff, holding both of his hands on it to try to ease the pain as much as he could. "I…will never tell!" He said courageously. "So…you can just…give your search up now and leave!"
Gishezpak growled, getting irritated that none of these stupid gnomes were cooperating. He then used his staff to beat Henry's face repeatedly, much harder than when he was using it to hit the other gnomes.
"Tell me where the Orb of Deception is if you want to keep your life, you old fool!"
"N-never!…"
Gishezpak growled again. 'I do not have time fore this!' He thought angrily, kicking Henry hard, making the little gnome fly into his office and slam against his desk.
"Where-is-the-Orb-of-De-cep-tion!" Gishezpak yelled again, stalking towards Henry, holding the end of his staff against his throat.
"I…will not tell!" He said courageously again, putting his hands on the staff to make sure he had a chance at stopping Gishezpak from piercing his throat with it. "It is my invention and you cannot have it!"
Gishezpak was getting more agitated by the second. He summoned another fire totem and used it to set fire to the left side of the room while he shot lightning bolts to the right. He was becoming frantic now and starting to lose himself. 'If I do not find it, Elros will kill them!' He thought, an angry and worried tear in his eyes.
The upset troll continued to shoot lightning bolts around the room, nearly going into a panic attack because he hadn't found the Orb yet.
"Where is you, you stupid old gnome!" He yelled, smacking Henry across the face with his staff again, making him fall onto his side. After that, he began to quickly search the room, trying not to burn himself to much as he did. But he still couldn't find the Orb. So he turned around and shot a huge lightning bolt at Henry's desk in anger, making it fly into two pieces.
There was a little "ting" sound after doing that. Looking to the floor just a little ways from him, Gishezpak saw why. There it was. The Orb of Deception.
The troll's heart leapt in happiness as he ran over to retrieve it. Once he did, he put it somewhere on his person and ran off, leaving everyone to die in the burning Tower.
'It is a sacrifice I have to make…' He thought as he ran through the forest, pulling out the Orb and looking at it, another tear in his eye. 'For my family's sake…'
And that is the end for now. Glad it took only a week to update instead of a month. Lol. Still wish it would've been sooner, but I've been getting back into Warcraft. I had taken a long pause to try to focus on my writing. But we can all see how well I'm doing with that...
Also got myself a new man after a year or so of not dating. =D
Yes, it's over the internet, but it's going well. And I think my Mom likes him. Well, I guess she has to since she approved of me seeing where this thing goes. Lol.
Anyways; I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter...*smirk*
Note: Ultravylet, MSN, asap.