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Midnight.
It has been six weeks since my last encounter with the death knight in Booty bay. I've gone back maybe four times since then and haven't seen him since that day. Today is like any normal day for me, working with patients, gathering herbs from the gardens and reading the scripture. It was a nice day in Slivermoon, the sun was shining, it wasn't too hot or too cold. People were going about their normal business. Parts of the western half of Silvermoon were taken back and rebuilt. The only part that wasn't rebuilt was the dead scar, still giving off the energy of Arthas. Bridges were built to connect the two halves once more.
I was over in the western half were a new Trinity sanctum, a place for all magic users. There are three main spires, arcane, holy and demonic. All of which house each type of spell caster like mages and warlocks. This sanctum also had a monastery for monks to practice their discipline as well. Not fair from the spires is the newly built palace that was connected to the court. I live with my mother in the sun court. She's the high priestess of the court and works with the reagent lord. I never knew why I was as close to the reagent lord.
My duties took me to the falcon square, where I get to supervise a training session that has a high risk of injury. I was asked to come because I can heal people a lot faster than most of the priests and healers. I rode over coming up to the square where the group of young paladins were sitting listening to Tamasen talk. Tamasen was your stereotypical blood elf with the blonde hair pulled back into the high ponytail. His hair was so long, it almost rivals mine that normally cascade down my back had I not put it up in a half bun up do. He was in a white top, black leather pants with brown boots. He was tall and lean but he was toned.
"Alright everyone, grab your swords and go over your guard stances for about five minutes." He said. "Alec, why don't you lead the class in this." A young blood elf about 30 years old (11 years old in human years) came out and shouted stances. Tamasen came over and extended his hand towards me to help me off the hawkstrider. I took his hand and hoped off the beast. He took the hawkstrider and tied it to a post as I sat on a bench within close distance to the group Tamasen was training. Tamasen soon joined me in sitting on the bench.
"So, I got requested because it's your class." I concluded and sighing.
"Yes, and no. I requested you because these kids are using real dull swords and that normally turns out messy." He said. "And these kids don't normally have healing capacities yet. Those that do are very brand new to magic and can't perform the spells needed."
"So, I somewhat get to teach those that have gained their magic abilities magic?" I asked.
"More or less, inspire them to study." He said with a small laugh.
"I'm training my ass off and you two are sitting around doing shit all." A perturbed voice sounded. Tamasen and I turned around to see Non'daras looking down on us.
Non'daras was two years my senior with a major ego. He's been dubbed the dark monk for his unorthodox practice of the discipline and his long black hair. His hair may have been the same length as his brother's but it was more voluminous and layered. He was also not as lean as his brother but had better muscle definition. Non'daras is the 'better looking brother' in the eyes of a few. Despite that, it's actually his brother, Tamasen that has secured a future wife. Non'daras wore traditional monk outfit, that included having his chest exposed.
"I'm teaching the little ones how to fight and Zara is my medic in case something goes wrong." Tamasen explained.
"You could have asked for a more experience healer." Non'daras spat back. "She's just an over rated errand girl for Avelena."
"What is your issue with me lately? Two months ago, we were heading to Thunderbluff to get some scrolls for spells and now you can't talk to me without throwing an insult in?" I asked.
"I've realized that you're not as valuable as everyone thinks you are." Non'daras replied
"Five minutes are up, I have to start class. Please don't kill each other." Tamasen said, getting up and rushing over to the class.
I rose up from my seat, not wanting to deal with Non'daras' insults towards me. I head other to my hawkstrider and start untying her. I thought I would ride around the group and if someone happens, I can get to them quickly.
"In truth I realize just how valuable you are, not only as a friend. I know how powerful you are but I'm not the only one whose noticed." Non'daras spoke with a gentle ton this time. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. I never put up with his crappy attitude before, even if his father was one of the advisors to the lord regent. As I finish untying my mount, Non'daras came up from behind and placed his one hand on my hand that held the reigns, and his over hand pulled m in against him. I couldn't lie and say this didn't make me blush a little, truth be told I had a school girl crush on him since I was little. He leaned in, his lips by my ear as he took in a small breath.
"If I were you, I'd maybe settle down with a man. Someone who is maybe powerful in his own right, someone that can protect you." He whispered, gently spinning me to face him. He placed his hand on my cheek and made me look into his fel colored eyes. "Someone that knows how to treat you with respect, make you feel good, someone that can raise your station. Someone like me perhaps."
"Too bad I'm not in the market for a man." I said calmly, lightly pushing him away before getting onto my hawkstrider. "You almost won me over too, but if you truly knew me, you would have known that I have no need for my station to rise. If you're so concerned about your brother's medic, why don't you step in." I suggested before riding off.
I got out of the square fairly quickly, not wanting to explain to Tamasen what had just happened. I headed over to the court, thinking I would go home for a little bit and just scream into a pillow. The court had more guards around than usual, and warlock runes hidden in plain sight. I didn't know what they meant but it looked as if they were warding off wild demons. I passed two of guards, they greeted me and I greeted them back. I looked up, seeing the regent lord, my mother and the grand magistar having a heated discussion. I got off the hawkstrider and watched them yelling at each other. I tied my hawkstrider up, trying to listen in. They were on higher ground than, making eavesdropping a little difficult. I walked towards them, only catching a few words of what they were saying.
If you know, then name them...
It's not that simple...
A temporary rule...
If there's an heir, why are you not naming them...
I felt strong cold arms around my waist, breaking my concentration of the conversation from above. I wanted to scream until I looked down. I was about to step on a drop off that I didn't see. This drop off went down a few stories and I wouldn't have survived the fall. Whoever caught me just saved my life, but this caused enough of a commotion that guards just came rushing in. I looked up to see the long black hair and pale purple skin. A night elf saved me, but it wasn't just any night elf. It was the death knight from Booty Bay. I pushed away from the night elf and rushed between the guards and the night elf.
"It's ok, he saved me from falling into the drop off." I pointed to the hole. "He didn't hurt me."
The guards looked up and nodded before standing at attention and walking away. I turned to look up to see three of the most powerful people in Silvermoon stare at me. I looked away from their gaze, just as the death knight approached me. I heard my mother sign before hearing the reagent lord say they will continue this conversation for another time. I looked up the night elf and bowed to him out of thanks.
"Thank you." I said in his native tongue.
"I should be thanking you, you saved me from experiencing death once more." He said in my native tongue. I looked up in shock before he started laughing. "I'm a death knight, I command one of the Lich King's biggest armies... but don't tell anyone else that. I'm Azralouis Starblade."
"My name is Zaralieyl Rosesorrow. What is a night elf doing in Silvermoon?" I asked.
"I'm an ambassador for the alliance in Silvermoon. Since I am a death knight, I don't hold any ill will towards the alliance." He extended his arm out as an offer. "Here, I can tell you what they were talking about."
"Well, peace is slowly creeping up amongst us." I said, placing my hand inside of his arm as we walked towards a part of the court with less foot traffic.
"Other than arousing a bunch of draenai scum, what else does one like yourself do?" He snickered.
"Arouse noble scum." I laughed a little bit. "For a death knight, you show a lot of emotion."
"I may be dead but I know how to throw in a few jokes." He said, as we approached one of the many bridges to West Silvermoon. "I don't feel emotions like someone that is living but I do remember what it was like to be happy, sad, and love. I miss feeling those emotions but for the work that I do, having emotions would get in the way."
"If you don't feel anything, why save me from the draenai?" I asked.
"I've seen the damage something like that can do to a soul. I've never experienced myself but many of the female death knights have. The darker the past, the colder the death knight's soul." He said.
"You're colder than most death knights though..." I said.
"I did some things that I am not proud of when I was living. I'm reminded of that every day." He told me before we turned into an alley way.
"What are we-" I felt a gentle finger on my lips as he watched the street. The grand Magistar walked on by with some guards.
He took his finger away and we continued walking down the dark path. After five minutes we stopped at some doors. He looked around before opening the doors, grabbing my hand and letting me into the house. I looked around, analyzing the place, there were people walking around but they didn't seem to care about a giant night elf in the building.
"This is an inn for... less desirable patrons." He said before sitting at the bar. I sat beside down beside as he ordered two wines. He offered the glass to me and politely declined.
"I don't drink, every time I have, I've normally done something I regret." I said.
"Very well." He said, passing the glass off to the nearest goblin. "I didn't just come here to hopefully bring peace to Azeroth. There's been movement along the broken isles and a demonic presence has shown up."
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "There's been this presence there for a while now, my friends even went out there to curb the threat."
"This isn't just the presence of Gul'dan, this is something else. Something or someone just as powerful that he's trying to bring back." He leaned in closer. "Many think he's trying to bring back the old prince. My leader thought it would be wise to get someone from the Horde to come with and ease tensions. I thought that someone that has magical abilities and can heal was the wise option. Your warchief agrees with me, although I think she's playing a different angle. I thought that my mission to find this healer that can pack a punch was lost until one day I went to Booty Bay six weeks ago."
"Are you saying you'd want to take me?!" I shout excitedly, causing people to stare. I slowly came back down and wave shyly at those who stare. "Sorry."
"I came to talk to your leaders about letting you come, the high priestess was excited to see you go. The grand magistar doesn't want you to go because he plans on starting a courtship with you with your mother's blessing." He said.
"He wants to what?! With whose blessing?!" I raised my voice.
"That's not what's keeping you from going. The lord Reagent doesn't want you to go because you play an even more important role, one only he and your mother knows about. This secret happens to be the reason why he hasn't married or had children. That sparked the argument on the terrace that you were listening in on. The grand Magistar thinks there's a living Sunstrider and is somehow connected to you." The death knight said. "And there was something about an injury you got when you were in Draenor."
"I've healed completely from my injuries, they think that's it psychological now. I believed that too until what happened at Booty Bay. Since then I've been secretly training at night." I said, "I want to go, I've been inside this city for too long. I wish there was a way they could see that." I leaned back into the chair, looking away from the death knight.
"Then show them." Azraluis said point blank.
Later that night, I decided to take Azraluis' advice on going to the broken isles. The grand feast to welcome the night elf envoy. I told my mother that I was feeling sick, so I couldn't attend with her. I used that as an excuse to get my combat gear on and ready to go. It was old gear from Dreanor mind you but it would do the job.
Well into their feast, I walked up towards the grand archway towards the dining room. I saw the regent lord, Azraluis, and the rest of the nobles dining having a good time. I took in a deep breath before walking towards Lor'themar. I heard whispers from on servants and nobles alike. Non'daras rose and stood in from of me.
"Zara, what are you doing?" He asked. I looked past him, watching everyone including Lor'themar whispering.
"I don't have time for this." I said, pushing past him.
I dodged the grabbing hands of the grand magistar, one of the advisors and my mother before getting the regent lord. I stood in front of him as he rose, giving me a stern look. I bowed to my lord before looking up straight into his eyes, something that is considered rude. Before he could his open his mouth, I spoke.
"Lor'themar Theron, regent lord of Qual'Thalas." I said "I demand that I go to the broken isles to scout out the new threat."