The storm raged on for days without end. There had been such an excess amount of water that it had to be transported out of the Undercity to prevent the whole place from flooding. Despite the Forsaken's best efforts, water continued to seep through the walls, making the floor slippery in lots of places. Recent reports that were share with us told that the western part of Lordaeron was hit by a tidal wave, severely damaging the fleet that was docked there. Several ships had been completely obliterated an many had found true death. Those that survived were lucky that we were in the city. They kept us occupied for two days straight. In addition to that we had several more cases of poisoning coming in. We were thankful no one died to that.
After those two days the stream of wounded abated allowing us to use the tine to search for the assassin roaming around. The storm still raged outside and leaving the city was practically a death wish. Several more waves hit the shorelines, causing significant damage to the landscape and small villages. We limited our search for clues to the inside of the city. We didn't find any actual ones however, but I did see a face that I had hoped not to see again. A figure that was calmly walking through the city, too calmly.
I gathered the others, not wanting to take any risks and go in alone, to capture and interrogate him. I explained to them I saw him before In Dalaran, he was the healer that had tried to "heal" Untarael, before giving up and disappearing from sight in a hurry, I didn't like him from the start and it seemed that I had a good reason for that after all. We quickly came up with a plan to incapacitate him. We sneaked our way to him, hiding from his side, then took our chance when he was walking alone. Lana'thel sent a blast of energy his way knocking him up and against the wall while I bound him to the same wall with holy shackles. When he opened his mouth Aelana silenced him with a spell. When he looked at the arrow on Shaestra's bow pointing at him he decided it was better not to speak.
"Alethi, go get Sylvanas, tell her we will leave the torturing to her."
She nodded back at me and ran off to the royal quarter.
Shaestra kept her bow aimed at him, ready to fire until Sylvanas arrived with a few Elite deathguard Forsaken.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she asked with an evil smile as she took out a small dagger.
"Did you think you could get away with killing my people?" she cut off his robes leaving him in just some shorts. She brought down the dagger to his throat before she started a small cut which she ran all the way down to his abdomen.
"What are you talking about?" he tried.
"Don't play dumb now you fiend, you know damn well what she means. You tried to kill Untareal in Dalaran already and now you came here to finish the job and more. I am surprised you didn't leave sooner you were just asking for your own death by staying this long."
"It doesn't matter anyway," he tossed aside his ignorance, "you will all die soon enough."
"Hmm," Sylvanas tucked her dagger away, "It seems I will have some fun with this one."
The guards put him in shackles, iron ones this time and took him away. Sylvanas turned to us.
"Any idea what he was trying to accomplish?"
I shook my head. "I literally have no idea. What worries me though is that he has nothing to do with the scourge, no aura, nothing."
"I will get him to talk soon enough." She grinned wickedly. "I have my methods, they aren't pretty. I will let you know. You didn't plan on going anywhere anytime soon right?"
"Not really." Shaestra sputtered.
"If you could stick around for a bit I will let you know what I get to know about this maniac."
I nodded. "I would like to know how I cannot sense any scourge aura coming from him."
She waved at us as she walked off to the dungeons below the city.
Not having much to do we checked in at the infirmary only to find out that it had already slunk significantly in size. There were only about ten beds remaining of which five were occupied. The occupants all seemed to have common wounds like cuts and some broken bones. We helped out a bit before returning to our room.
While we were staying in the Undercity, Sylvanas had actually assigned us a chamber right next to hers. It was located as far away from the worst stench in Undercity as possible. The downside was that it was only one room. It held twelve beds and was mostly used for high guests or ambassadors from the other horde cities. Sylvanas took good care of us, every morning we would be brought breakfast, consisting of several kinds of freshly baked bread, and every evening we received dinner, varying from meat, to fish and soups. We had pumpkin soup that evening. During the flooding, most of the farmland became infertile, forcing them to harvest the many pumpkins that grew on it. During the day it became apparent that there was an abundance of them so I had already guessed what was on the menu beforehand.
I only had a small but of it since I didn't have to eat much, I just wanted to try it as I had never had something like it before back in Quel'Thalas. It was, quite different than the taste I was used to but still quite delicious. It was at that point where I started to wonder why the forsaken would even cultivate crops. According to Aelana they did so because many of them had been farmers when they had been alive and they didn't want to give up on that.
I thought back on my life after dinner, how we lived in peace for so many years. About how we would live so forever. It was not to be. Was there anything I didn't want to give up on? Everything was taken from me. I had developed no love for anything like farming, something for which I could harbour love even in undead.
My concentration broke when a servant called for my name.
"Yes, what is it?" I asked politely.
"The dark lady asks for your presence."
"I'll go too if you don't mind," Aelana said.
"The dark lady wants to see her in private, it seems to be a very personal matter."
"It's ok love, I'll be back shortly."
She led me all the way to the days upon which Sylvanas stood tall.
"Good evening Sylvanas."
"Good evening to you too, Angel."
"You wanted to speak with me?"
"Ah yes, I got some information from that freak you apprehended. But before that, there is someone here for you, he'd better tell the truth or I will have his throat cut. Guards bring him in."
A male blood elf was led into the room, soaking wet and barely standing, he was held tightly by two guards.
I took a moment or two to look at his face, then another to process it. I then literally flew to him, into his arms and hugged him, crying. The guards released his arms and he hugged me back. He stroke my heir soothingly, repeatedly saying it was okay which only made me tear up more.
"It's not okay, I thought you had died."
"I managed to survive, Anariella wasn't so lucky though."
He hugged me again comforting me as I wept for my mother.
"It's okay, my little Angel, the past cannot be changed, I'm glad you're here."
"As am I, father."
I hugged him once more, silently thanking the Light over and over again.
