AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!
**Eastern Kingdoms: Quel'Thalas- Silvermoon City**
2 days later...
There was high tension in the Sunfury Spire. Lor'themar sat tersely at his desk and Halduron paced in his area, scanning a scroll but not really reading it.
"I worry deeply, my friend," Halduron turned to his leader and friend.
Lor'themar looked up with a deadly serious expression. He was in deep thought himself.
"Creed has not been back in two days... do you believe..." Halduron's voice faded at the horrible thought of the broken, bloody, and cold corpse of Ambassador Creed on the ground.
"I do not know yet, Halduron. In my mind, though, yes I feel something did happen. But you must remember too, Halduron, she is a General for the Alliance as well, stationed in Draenor... she has her people to look after as well. I am just trying to figure out why Wrynn had sent one of his most trained and more tactical of Alliance members to be an Ambassador for this Kirin Tor issue when she already has to be stationed in such a select operation such as Draenor." A grim line came to Lor'themar's lips.
The thought of doing that to a fellow member of their faction, stretching them thin if not ready to snap at any moment, was almost sickening to Lor'themar; Halduron feeling no different.
"All that time she has been here and then leaving to go back and fight in Draenor... how did she do it? I wouldn't be surprised if she is dead from exhaustion in Draenor," Halduron tried to joke but the joke felt bitter on his lips.
"I feel bad for all the times I had told her and scolded her for being late or dozing off when she worked," Halduron's attitude turned glum, but Lor'themar put a easing hand on his friend's shoulder.
"You nor I knew. I do not believe even Rommath knew," Lor'themar's voice went low when he mentioned his Magister friend. Both elves looked to the room Rommath had been in for hours after coming back from Dalaran where he had set up the begrudging meeting with Jaina Proudmoore.
A guard walking up to them paused both elves thoughts.
"My Lords, the Ambassador has just arrived," the Guard spoke.
Both elves nodded. A relief washed over both.
"Where is she?"
"She was seen being ported in to The Bazaar." Both elven Regents looked in confusion at the Guard.
"The Bazzar?" Lor'themar questioned the Guard.
Before he could say anything, distant screams could be heard. All three elves froze and stiffened into action. What if there city was under attack?
Rommath rushed out of the Mage's quarters looking outside the Sunfury Spire for the scream.
"By the Sunwell, what in all of Azeroth is going on?" Rommath demanded.
"Halduron, Rommath. Go see what the issue is, NOW." Both elves nodded without word, rushing out past the Court of the Sun and towards some of the freaked out citizens.
"What is going on!?" Halduron questioned the frightened Sin'Dorei who gathered together, not one said a thing while some cried. But one pointed.
"Rommath, do you se-" Halduron's words fell from his lips when he saw his friend's frozen state.
The fire that had built up in Rommath's hands extinguished into smoke.
"Rommath, my friend what is wrong?" Halduron looked directly at his Mage friend, but saw a constant stare which his own viridian eyes followed.
There on the bloody floor of the Bazaar laid a dead body with a bloody blade sticking out of its neck. There leaning heavily on one of the pillars directly next to the body was their war ravaged friend and Alliance Ambassador.
"It s-seems that there was a leach in the system..." Creed panted heavily, holding a gloved hand to her chest.
Halduron felt thrilled at the return of the funny Ambassador, but his smile fell immediately as Creed limped forward. The limping is not what made his smile die, but the bloodstained footsteps towards them. Her kill was clean, a kill shot to the neck... so why was she leaving blood behind?
"What happened?" Rommath began to question Creed, but was promptly interrupted with her pointing at the tabard the body was wearing.
The familiar eye in the colors of royal purple and gold stood out among the blood; Kirin Tor.
Rommath seethed with anger.
"Proudmoore," Rommath hissed with hatred.
"Cr- Creed!" Halduron yelled and some of the Sin'Dorei citizens' women cried out as the Human fell to the floor face down, a pool of scarlet began to grow below.
Rommath turned immediately at the thump and he felt like everything in his being froze solid like being dipped in ice. At first he thought the blood in her steps belong to the spy dead at his feet, but it was hers when he observed the clean kill. Rommath felt his heart stop with fear at the realization.
"You foolish woman," Rommath hissed in anger and disappointment as he turned Creed over. He lifted her back only for his hands to be drenched in a hot liquid. Rommath froze for a split second seeing the amount of blood coming from Creed's back.
"She needs a healer!" Rommath picked Creed up at Halduron's words. His chest was beating quickly with adrenaline and worry.
"I'll stay behind to investigate. Get her to the healing ward!" Rommath didn't even stick around to hear Halduron finish his commands.
Dashing into the Healers' training hall, he commanded loudly, "I need a healer, now!"
The commotion caused many if not all the Priest trainers and some Paladins to rush over to the bleeding mess in his arms.
"By the Light! Creed!" A familiar Sin'Dorei woman dressed in white priestly robes rushed forward first, it was the same woman who had come to visit Creed with her child, Sanguil Dawnstriker. She gasped at the state of her friend and rushed her quickly towards the cot. Sanguil pulled her blood colored hair behind her in a ponytail, ready to help her bleeding friend.
Rommath gently put Creed's body on one of the cots then watched many of the healers swarm her without hesitation if she was Alliance.
As Rommath watched the seen unfold before him.
The healers peeled Creed out of her bloody armor, scaring a couple of new healers at the amount of blood.
"Grand Magister, what happened to this Human?" One of the Priests questioned Rommath as he observed the scene.
"There was a spy sent here. She eliminated him," The Priest looked confused at one of his leaders.
"Grand Magister, I do not think that the spy was the cause of all these wounds. These are too sever and too many for one man, and look a few days old. I have seen these wounds more often than most can believe, the wounds are commonly seen in a battle or war." A hardened look crossed Rommath as he saw a glowing golden light from many hands over Creed's body.
The thought of a few days ago when he caught a glimpse at the raging battle through the portal into Draenor came to mind.
The panic in the Healers' ward seemed to lessen gradually as many of the healers closed the many wounds and heal the bruises.
A beautiful golden blonde Sin'Dorei Paladin came forward, wiping her bloody hands on a rag.
"You are correct, Priest Lavien. These battle wounds are a few days old, she had reopened them by some extremely extraneous action; fighting a spy for one would definitely do it," The beautiful Paladin concluded as some of her students wrapped the littler wounds up in bandages.
"Who is she, Grand Magister Rommath? I am curious as to why you brought us a war ravaged Human?" The female Paladin looked curiously up at her leader. Both pairs of Fel green eyes looked at the Grand Magister.
"She is the Alliance Ambassador assigned to our home. Inform me when she awakens," Rommath sneered out at both healers, then promptly stalked out of the ward.
3 hours later...
Sanguil sighed in relief as managed to heal the last of Creed's bloody wounds. Strong viridian eyes peered deeply at the resting human in front of her.
"Oh, Creed... what happened to you?" Sanguil asked her friend quietly, not receiving an answer as she expected. A long strand of blood colored hair fell into Sanguil's vision as she gently kissed the crown of Creed's sweating head.
"Hopefully, you're fever should break soon, my friend." Sanguil leaned back into the chair beside Creed's cot. The Healer's ward was very silent. It was late in the night, only Sanguil, Creed, and a few sleeping patients were in the ward.
A few dry and pained huffs of air escaped Creed causing Sanguil to furrow her brows in concern. A delicate gloved hand grazed Creed's flushed cheeks and a gasp escaped her.
"I shall be back! I must fetch a Frost Mage, you are burning up too quickly!" Sanguil spoke softly but quickly to Creed's unconscious form and rushed out of the ward with haste.
Unbeknownst to Sanguil or any of the healers that had been in the ward, a dark figure wallowing in the shadows stepped out with glowing, dagger like eyes directed at the unconscious human. A nasty snarl formed on the dark lips of the Shadow Priest Sin'Dorei.
"Well, well, well... the mighty Ambassador of the Alliance has appeared to have fallen." A deep feminine voice hallowed with hate echoed in the large room as steps came to the side of Creed's cot. The shadows swirling around the petite form disappeared revealing a smirking and beautiful Sin'Dorei, Daliah Flameweaver.
"I must say, witch... you have never looked better~" A gloved hand gently caressed the bruised skin of Creed's neck and moved to the middle of her chest where Daliah put a little pressure on the Creed's chest causing the poor Rogue to gasp out and wither a little in the brink of unconsciousness.
The smirk on the Sin'Dorei's lips widened at the pained sounds. A dark look came over Daliah's viridian eyes at the wretched human laying in front of her.
"As much as that silly Holy Priest Sanguil and her little brat like you; I, on the other hand, can't stand you, you little wretch." A dark swirling of shadows consumed Daliah's hand. A deathly glare came over her face.
"You are the reason why Rommath has ended things with me! He choses you over me!? Utter ridiculousness! I will never see what he does in you, you Alliance whore." Daliah hissed venomously as she placed the shadowed hand over Creed's chest, causing Creed to cry out in pain and raspy breaths barely managed to escape.
"I shall enjoy killing you." Darkened purple eyes shot open in pain but Creed was paralyzed from the pain and haze. At first Daliah was shocked but smirked.
"Not so fun having your heart torn apart by someone else now, is it?" A dark chuckle escape the mad Sin'Dorei's lips.
A hard fist slammed into Daliah's jaw causing her to stumble to the ground holding her face in pain. A thin trail of crimson ran down Daliah's delicate darkened lips. Her heated glare looked to her attacker.
Standing in front of Daliah was a furious Sanguil and a shocked Frost Mage in the door way. Blazing Fel eyes threated death at Daliah. Sanguil cracked her knuckles at the fallen Shadow Priest she punched.
"Get. Out." The words were vicious, making Daliah surprised by the gently Holy Priest she knew.
Daliah was smart... she knew to quit. She smirked a little and walked around the angered Sin'Dorei who rushed over to the panting human on the cot. Sanguil quickly ushered the Frost Mage to help her cool the feverish human down.
"If you ever come back in this room or anywhere near Creed again... I will kill you, Flameweaver. And I will take great pleasure in it," Animosity and hatred oozed out of the usually kind Holy Priest's words.
Daliah froze for a split second and grind her teeth at Sanguil's smug words as she went to leave.
"You are lucky it was I who caught you. Rommath, would have killed you on sight without hesitation."
Daliah growled and left in a flurry of shadows and swirling black hair.