Angel was the first one to wake up, and found Aelana still snoring quietly on top of her, her head next to hers. Sunlight had begun to creep its way to the bed, and Angel heard the sounds of the city's commerce outside. The undead looked back at the beautiful elf, her hair was messy and she was mumbling something incomprehensible, it did make her look extremely cute. Angel covered the sin'dorei's back with her wings and turned to kiss her forehead. Their love events the previous night may have been short but they were the best moments she had ever had. She would never part from the priestess she promised herself. The smile on Aelana's sleeping face only served to reinforce her feelings. After some time had passed, the mumbling of the elf became louder and she suddenly snapped out of her trance. As she opened her eyes, she saw a blurry vision of the figure that played in her mind that night, she could only be thankful that it had not all been a dream, her angel was reality.
"Good morning," she mumbled, still groggy.
"Good afternoon, my lovely priestess," she placed her hands on the living elf's back and tightened them around her midsection.
"I'm not dreaming, am I," she laid her chin on the undead's shoulder and whispered into her ear.
"No, you're not," she turned and stole a kiss from Aelana, "but I think I might be," she joked.
The priestess chuckled, "I'd love to stay in here with you, but I'm afraid I only hired this room for a single night. As I said I will have to go to the bank to withdraw some gold today, and we will have to leave soon, I have no gold to stay here longer than we already have. I don't intend on getting in trouble with the innkeeper."
Aelana carefully rolled to the side of the bed and stepped out of it. Getting dressed wasn't the biggest problem for her. Her hair however, was a complete mess and required some work. She pulled out a small red satchel from her robes took a comb from it and went to work. Her hurry was obvious as she hurt herself a few times trying to fix her long auburn hair. Angel just waited until she was done, staring outside the small window. The streets below below were a lot busier than yesterday and this mob didn't seem to be going anywhere any time soon.
"Aelana, how long do nights last here?"
"That's an odd question, why do you want to know?" she responded.
"Well," Angel started, "when we arrived here yesterday, it was still light outside and the streets were really quiet, so I can only assume it was late, you get my point?"
"Good point, I guess it would seem strange if you haven't experienced seasons in a while. It's summer now, I believe nights in Dalaran are about five or six hours only, it's much worse in winter though, with a bit of bad luck you won't see any sunlight at all," she explained.
That only made the undead miss home more and Aelana knew it. She finished her business, quickly made her bed and walked down the stairs, Angel closely behind her. They walked past the countless amount of visitors in the inn, obviously interrupting their cheering, drinking and Light knows what else they were thinking of. They both gradually got used to the stares they keep getting and had no things to discuss here so they made their way outside as fast as they could.
Aelana had to leave the former paladin at the entrance to the Sunreaver's Sanctuary and it pained her to do so. She promised Angel she would be back soon, she only had to get some money from her account and she'd be back, at most twenty minutes of work. The undead just sat down to the wall next to the blood elves who guarded this area. She figured this would be the safest place for her to be. And it would probably also be the safest for any who would dare to assault her in any way, they would refrain from doing it with the guards next to her. She waited patiently for the priestess to return.
She suddenly was alerted from her staring at the floor state by a cry of pain coming from the crowd. She looked at the many visitors of Dalaran and tried to locate the source. The cries and grunts of the person in question became feebler each time, yet she knew he was coming her way. After a few seconds she could make out a male forsaken trying to make his way through, his hands clutched to his belly. His cries quieted down and he had to put in a lot of effort to stay standing, effort he could not maintain anymore once he entered the sanctuary. He fell to his knees and then rolled over on his back.
One of the guards commanded another to immidiately get a healer. He took away the forsaken's hand only to see a deep oozing wound beneath it. Angel watched in shock as the victim who was still alive, but barely, tried to speak. Even her sharp elven hearing had problems understanding this man's mumbling, from what she could understand, it seems he was stabbed with a poisoned knife in the sewers, the rest was too unclear. "Surely Aelana could handle this," was the first thing she thought. She watched as the other guard returned with an elven priest in the same colour outfit the guards wore. He quickly examined the wound of the now unconscious forsaken, tried some holy magics on him and shook his head, he tried channeling more magics into him, to no avail.
Angel looked impatiently to the entrance of the sanctuary hoping for Aelana to show up, she was certainly a better priest than this good-for-nothing fake version of one.
The priest shook his head again, "It's of no use, he has been crippled by a very potent scourge poison, whoever did this must have wanted him one hundred percent dead, there is nothing we can do about this type of poison I am afraid.
Angel's hopes of her Aelana curing this man vanished before her eyes. She did however see another option, if they would let her.
"Uuhm," she started, "do you mind if I try help him?"
The guards and priest looked in her direction, "and what will you do with him then," the priest spat.
"Help him," Angel replied confidently.
"Aren't you that scourge Rhonin told us about? I don't intend on you having your way with this man only to raise him as one of your minions"
That stung deeply, but she controlled her anger.
"Isn't she with Aelana?" one of the guards started, "I heard from the innkeeper Aelana shared a room with her, if she trusts her, then who am I to stop her from helping this man? Besides he is marked for death as it is anyway."
The priest wanted to interrupt but was silenced by another guard, "please help him ma'am."
They moved away as Angel approached the forsaken. Having an idea of what to do but not entirely sure of what would happen she motioned them to move back as she placed her hands on the wound. She channeled light and dark energies at an equal rate, hoping to nullify the poison effect and then heal him at the same time. She could feel it having some effect on his body but this poison was extremely efficient. The priest watched with disgust and had told the guards multiple times to stop this 'unholy ritual', they completely ignored his rediculous requests, though.
After a while of intense channeling Angel was pretty sure she had done the trick, the wound was sealed and the poison eredicated from his system. The forsaken's breathing became steadier again. He seemed alright, but would still have some pain when he woke up, remnants of the dark energies that were used to nullify the effects of the poison on his system.
"Is he alright now?" one of the guards asked.
"He should be," Angel responded, "he is going to be in some pain when he wakes up, but he will live."
The guards stared in amazement at the former paladin and then back at the undead on the ground. Angel however, had her eyes locked on the most beautiful elf she had ever known, as Aelana walked around the corner.
