Traylon tucked Thallon in bed for his nap, kissing the boy on the top of his head. Thallon began to fuss, but Traylon eased him into slumber. When Thallon was asleep, Traylon headed into the master bedroom, putting a hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn. He lay down on the bed and sighed sleepily. Hopefully Trisen would finish up soon and then they could have some alone time while Thallon was asleep. Traylon closed his eyes and was soon overtaken by exhaustion.
Outside, a lone Blood Elf stood across the street, watching the house. His raven black hair fanned out like falcon wings on either side of his head, while the rest fell down over his shoulders. He ran his fingers over his goatee, eyes scanning the street. When he was certain no one would walk by, he approached the house and tested the door handle. He grinned slightly. Unlocked. He twisted the handle and quietly pushed the door open.
The house was quiet, save for the snoring that was coming from the main bedroom. Raenus closed the door and made his way down the hall. He peeked into the spare room, his blood boiling instantly. A small child rested in the bed. He stared at the boy for a long while. That child should have been his. He would take great pleasure in watching the Lich King tear the mage in two.
Raenus's attention was brought to something at the end of the hallway. Said mage was standing in the bedroom doorway, his green eyes wide and glowing with fear and anger.
"Who are you?" the mage demanded, hands bursting into an impressive array of arcane energy.
"Your end," Raenus replied, lifting a hand.
The mage started forward, but suddenly dropped to his knees with a cry of pain.
"Blood Boil," Raenus said. "Drops them every time."
The mage fell to the floor, writhing in pain. He strained to look up. "You...bastard..."
The pain finally grew too great and the mage collapsed, unconscious. Raenus lowered his hand and sneered. He walked into the room and picked the boy up in his arms. The child didn't stir. The Death Knight then went back out into the hallway, opened a portal back to Icecrown and reached down to grab the front of the mage's robes.
"I will see you in Icecrown, Trisen," Raenus said.
He walked through the portal, dragging the mage behind him. As soon as they were through, the portal sealed, leaving an empty, quiet house in its wake.
Trisen walked into the house, covered in soot and sweat from working all day in the forge. She was surprised to hear the house quiet, wondering if Traylon had taken a nap as well. She checked the bedrooms. Neither Thallon nor Traylon were in bed. She paused and inhaled. There was something odd in the air. A strange, foreboding scent. It smelled like Traylon, but with a hint of a burnt smell.
Trisen hurried out of the house, heading down the street towards Zorrion's. She knocked on the door and waited. A minute later, the door opened and Zorrion appeared.
"What's up, sis-in-law?" the warlock asked.
"Zor, are Tray and Thallon here?" Trisen asked.
Zorrion shook his head. "No," he replied. "Tray said he was spending the day with you. Why?"
Trisen ran her fingers through her hair. "Just wondering," she said before walking away.
"Tris?" Zorrion called after her. He closed the door and hurried after her. "Tris, wait up."
He followed his sister-in-law further down the street to Yazzoo's. When the priest answered the door, Trisen asked if Traylon and Thallon were with him. When Yazzoo denied it, the look of horror that washed over Trisen's face told the brothers that something was seriously wrong.
"Tris, what is it? What's wrong?" Yazzoo asked.
"They're gone," Trisen breathed in terror. "Tray and Thallon are gone."
"What do you mean, gone?" Zorrion pressed.
"Blood Boil," Trisen told him. "I sensed Blood Boil."
"Where?" Yazzoo wanted to know.
"Home," was the answer.
Zorrion frowned in confusion. "What's Blood Boil?" he questioned, not really wanting to know the answer.
"It's a powerful spell blood Death Knights wield," Trisen explained. She gasped and put her hands over her mouth. "Oh, gods, he didn't."
"What?" Yazzoo asked.
Trisen looked up at him. "Raenus Shadowstorm," she said. "I guess you could say we were a thing back in Ebon Hold. However, he stayed by the Lich King's side while I followed the others and renewed my loyalties to the Horde." She shook her head. "Raenus was always the jealous type. He was strong, powerful, and he knew it. He was arrogant, self-centered."
"So, how did you end up with a guy like that?" Yazzoo asked for clarification.
"I was in the same mindset back then," Trisen told him.
"I don't know that guy, but I hate that guy," Zorrion declared.
"And, you think he's taken Tray and Thallon?" Yazzoo guessed.
"I know he has," Trisen said. "And, if we don't find them soon, we'll never see them alive, again."
Reviews are welcome, flames are not