Blood covered Jaina's hands. She felt disgusted with herself as she was forced to dig her fingers into Arthas's wound.
She and Lethumo had found each other in the chaos, and the woman had quickly made a portal. She teleported them directly into her tower in Theramore. Hopefully, they would be safe there. Jaina despaired at the thought of Theramore being attacked, but she had no choice.
No one was at the top of tower, when they got there, but they quickly took Arthas and Sapphire into Jaina's bedroom. The woman did not want them in the study, where Arthas's blood would get everywhere.
Jaina was gently pulling out the shards from Arthas's chest, and she winced at the sight of the damage, and the burns on his chest. The man was shaking, eyes closed and mouth turned up in a grimace. She had better luck than Lethumo, taking out two of the several shards of the sword out of the wound. Lethumo put Sapphire into a comfortable position, and he wrapped his own cloak around the girl's prone form.
"I need to get back. Ethan won't know where we went," The night elf said, getting to his feet. Jaina did not look up.
"Thank you," She said distractedly. Tears fell onto Arthas's ripped open chest.
Lethumo left, and Jaina let out a quick sob. But she did not let it get to her, and she continued to try to remove the bits of metal.
"Jaina..." Arthas moaned. He clenched his fists.
The woman felt his forehead. He was burning up. She needed to get the shards out of him. Magic had been useless to remove them.
She grasped another one, and pulled it out. It came out with a sickening squelch. Jaina winced, and continued onward. The rest came out just as hard, but an hour later, the bleeding had stopped. The woman conjured up water to clean off all the blood from Arthas and herself. When she saw the wound was wrapped up as well as possible, the mage went over to her daughter. Sapphire was still quite unresponsive.
After some thought, She half-carried, half-dragged her daughter over to Arthas, and put them close together. Sapphire was curled up against her father, and Arthas had unconsciously felt her, and moved so he had his head laid on his daughter's.
When Lethumo came back, supporting an exhausted and soaked Ethan Calwood, they found Sapphire curled up next to Arthas, and Jaina asleep with her head on the man's shoulder.
Rot and Terra trotted into the room behind the elf and boy. Rot was bloody, and Terra was licking it off worriedly. Invincible had been hidden behind the stables, and Ni'kua left outside of the tower.
Ethan winced when the raven flew over his head, and landed on a bookshelf. He perused the books, curious. The boy pulled off his helm, and groaned. He went over to the family, and bent down. His lips brushed Sapphire's cold forehead, and he stroked her hair. Water from his own hair dripped onto her, and he quickly dried off her skin.
"Hey, Dog. Can I crash in your room?" Lethumo asked.
"Sure."
Where was she? She lay on a something cold, and her arm was stuck underneath her. Sapphire opened her eyes, and sat up. She was in a cave, largely covered with ice. Shining icicle stalactites were above her high on the ceiling, sharp points pointed down at her with a deadly aura.
Sapphire heard a depressed sigh, and slowly got to her feet.
Pain bloomed in her head, and she reeled back in surprise. Sapphire moaned, and held her head with both hands. She closed her eyes, and tried to ignore the pain until it went away.
It did eventually, and Sapphire looked around at her surroundings. There was nothing but ice, and the rock of the cave. The floor was smooth, free of any ridges or ledges like a cave would normally have. The icy walls were smooth, and a milky blue and white color.
Sapphire wandered through the cave, and heard another sigh. She walked toward it.
She saw the burnt body, and stifled a yelp. Bolvar was sitting against ice, and Sapphire saw the extent of his burns. She had never seen the damage in full, and winced as she looked at the blackened chest, the fiery orange cracks that glowed along his charred skin. He wore armor waist down, and Sapphire saw that some of the metal was fused together, melted. It looked like torture to wear, but be impossible to remove if he had been wearing it when it had been melted.
Sapphire knelt down next to the man. He wore the Helm of Domination, and the girl shuddered. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be sleeping. Sapphire looked at the man's burned hands. She reached over, and touched his arm gingerly. It was firm, and Sapphire felt the muscle underneath. She frowned, and lifted her palm up. No ash had come away.
Before she could think on that, A hand shot out and grasped her by the throat. Bolvar's eyes were open, and they glowed bright yellow. Sapphire felt something inside of her die as she stared into his eyes, and lowered her eyes down to his chest.
"Go away..." He growled, and released her.
Sapphire gasped, and recoiled. Bolvar leaned back, and watched her darkly.
"You are too much trouble, Sapphire," He growled.
"Me?"
"While it was a good idea to kill off all the undead...You have now left me vulnerable. All the undead I have are here in Icecrown, and Kel'thuzad has so many more bodies now. Thanks," He snapped.
Sapphire scowled. "Hey, I panicked! And you did not seem to help much!"
"In case you did not know, I am a burnt corpse. I am not much help."
"That's your fault-"
His anger got the best of him. He grabbed her throat again, and pushed her against the ground. She gasped, and tried to breathe. Bolvar squeezed harder, and the girl gagged. He loosened it after a moment, and his knees were pressed against her hips, and she started hyperventilating.
The young soldier's breath smelled of alcohol. His skin was greasy, sweat beading on his forehead. He stuck his hand inside of her shirt, and she cried out, squirming. His friends laughed. They were rusted, bent armor with tattered tabards bearing Stormwind's lion.
"I get her next," One said.
The one on top of her had his knees were against either side of her, and leaned down to kiss her. The hand he had in her shirt slipped down her pants, and Sapphire started crying. Fear welled inside of her, and she felt a cold shiver down her spine.
"No, no...Please. Let me go. Stop!"
"Hahaha, you know you want it, little bitch," The man purred.
Then, there was rage. How dare he touch her?
Sapphire snarled, and she felt a spike of ice form in her hand. With a lunge, Sapphire bit the man's arm, and when he let go of her, stabbed him in the chest with the ice.
Sapphire started crying, and Bolvar loosened his grip in confusion.
"No, no...Please. Let me go. Stop! Don't rape me...Please," She whimpered. Bolvar let go of her, and blinked in surprise. Sapphire sobbed, and tried to move out from underneath the man.
Bolvar moved away from Sapphire. The girl scrambled away, and went over to a rock. She curled up into a ball, and covered her face with her hands.
"Rape?"
"Please, don't rape me...Let me go," The girl pleaded, and sobbed louder.
When she finally calmed down, Bolvar was gone, and she was no longer in a cave. Sapphire looked around, and found herself in a forest. Rain started, and she was soon soaked through. She saw a house, and ran toward it. It was just one room, and had no furniture. The roof leaked profusely.
Sapphire just sighed, and found the driest place in the house, and curled up. She heard a thunk, and raised her head.
A blue gemstone lay on the wooden floor, with cut facets along all its side. Sapphire picked it up, and rubbed it with a finger.
The leaks stopped in the roof, and the rain outside came down harder. The puddles on the floor dried unnaturally, and the room grew warm. Sapphire felt drowsy, and a warm blanket draped over her.