Prologue
Just after the events of the Siege of Orgrimmar, in the depths of Garrosh's compound…
Partying broke out amongst the armies, as food and ale and music was revealed, but some of us remained solemn. I slipped away, going to one of the platforms high up, to watch in silence.
"It wasn't your fault."
I turned to see Kenlora there, sitting down beside me and letting her long legs hang over the edge, her silvery eyes studying me.
"I…I should've resisted, I shouldn't have let her go through with it," I said, my face oozing oily goop again.
"Leave us for a moment, Kenlora."
I straightened upon hearing my lady's voice, and turned to see her with a dark ranger at her side-one that wouldn't stop staring at me.
She nodded, pressing a warm kiss to my temple before standing and walking away, white robes swaying around her feet. I watched after her, affection warming my veins and causing my heart to shudder slightly.
"Teir…it is time we discuss more of your past."
I looked at my lady in shock, eyebrows raised, and I noticed that the ranger was holding an ornate box.
The puzzle box that held my memories.
"It is no secret that you are hungry to know about…your first life," she eased down to sit, the ranger sitting gracefully beside her, and I turned so that I was facing them.
"Are you finally going to give me what I want?" I asked, the screaming void in my mind trying to break out of its cage.
"Hold out your hand," the ranger said, her red eyes watching me and her voice choked with emotion.
I held it out slowly, confused and wary, and the ranger pressed the pad of my index finger to the puzzle box.
I gasped, and was sucked in.