I own Vician, all else to Blizz
A/N...
Well now, Vician is dead! :( Or is he?
Parentheses say what is being said in English (Or in Common, as the case may-be)
Warning: Crying, yelling, and suspense ;)
Sylvanas breathes through her nose, forcing her body to calm down. She promised herself that she wouldn't cry this day. Even as Kalira's lip quivers and Lilian has to blink constantly, Sylvanas stands strong.
When Vician died, Sylvanas had her Val'kyr try and revive him. They returned with a chilling message, "My Lady, we could not revive the warlock, for his soul is not where it should be."
She had thrown a dagger in rage, "What do you mean?! You saved me twice; you brought me back twice, now save my warlock!" She screamed at the Val'kyr.
Again, they refused; again they said they could not find his soul, so she sent them away, dismissed them from her chambers.
During the first week, she walked around in a daze, her mind consumed with his death. She would walk the halls of the Undercity, heading in no direction. One day, while she was just wandering, she stumbled upon a small hovel, with the name Trannyth above the door. His home.
Opening the door, a dusty and dirty library greeted her. She wandered in his home, picking up objects of his, her lips quivering in the silence of the home. Behind his desk was a large map of inter-connected lines and names. One name, Rili is circled and underlined several times. Those names held no importance in her mind, and she struggled to understand his scribbling notes.
On his desk, several books were strewn about; some on the behavior of demons, others of spells and things of a magical nature. One book drew her attention, which was currently open. It is a book on the Thalassian language. Slipping into his chair, she flipped tough the book idly, until a leaflet of paper slips from the book. Looking at the paper, she reads the two phrases, her heart going to her throat.
The first phrase is simply, 'Seek the Naaru', with the word Naaru underlined several times. She does not understand what he means, but determines it is no doubt important, much like the name Rili. The second phrase, however, makes her lower lip quiver and her eyes well up with tears.
The second phrase reads, 'Sylvanas, Dalah'surfal.' (Sylvanas, My Love). She reads the words over and over, until her eyes are too blurry with tears. Clutching the leaflet tight to her chest, she leans back in his chair, in his room, in his house, and lets her tears fall. Her tearful moan echoes throughout his house and out into the Undercity at large.
She sits there, her body jerking as the grief racks her body, her face a mess of tears and smeared makeup. She does not notice Kalira entering, nor does she notice, the dark ranger's arms wrapping around her. She sniffs and allows herself this moment of grief and pain, of sorrow and torment. She leans into Kalira, her body shaking with sadness, her voice muddy as she whispers the words, "Sylvanas, Dalah'surfal."
Kalira's arms tense around Sylvanas and the two women sit arms around each other, weeping for their lost lover; for Sylvanas, the man she lost, and for Kalira, the man she'll never have.
But neither of them knew—at the time—of their lover's eventual return and the grand destiny, they shall all play a part in.