********************************************************************************************** Hi there!
I've been playing Wold of Warcraft since The Burning Crusade. I've always wanted to write a story about my lovely warrior.
So I did:)
I've had this story in the back of my head for...well, many years now. Too many. So I decided to give it a go. I might have some typos and mistakes (sorry for that), since english is not my first language.
The story takes place at the end of the Burning Crusade expansion.
Hope you enjoy it!
1
"You..."
The metallic voice echoed eerily through the blurry stone walls...The sound of it was somewhat familiar , but she could not remember where she heard it. She frowned. What was it? Was it something from her past? Her head was spinning, making the word she heard reverberate painfully.
Orders...Yes. She could remember that. That voice used to give orders. Yes. And she recalled...hating it? Hate. Yes. That was it... But was it real? She groaned and tried to push the sound away, slowly shaking her head. The noise slowly subsided, but it did not go away. She frowned again. A light buzz was humming in her temples like an eerie echo, covering her forehead with a thin layer of sweat.
The sound of it vaguely reminded her of melted steel. A weird, sneaky stream of melted steel that no matter how hard she was trying to ignore was crawling it's way in her brain, burning her skin. And every word cut mercilessly through her ears, wounds, to the very core of her soul, making her head spin, her breath shallow.
Eyes were watching her, she could tell. The scattered looks sent invisible shivers down her spine, making her stomach clench painfully. She did not want to be here. She did not like this place, she dreaded this feeling, this pain and the struggle that came with it.
Was it all...real?
"You are not worthy of calling yourself a night elf, worm… "
Oh it was real, alright.
The words were slowly washing over her, like the heavy flow of cold, rapid rain...
And in an instant she knew. She remembered. She silently cursed under her breath, and shook her head again. Pain...Hate..Anger...Frustration...She started to feel agony gradually settle itself in her every pore. In a matter of seconds she felt again every blow she took, every hit, every wound and every drop of blood she lost. She groaned in frustration.
Through the blur she could distinguish Maiev's disgusted look, her frame crouching next to her slowly, casting a long shadow as she was inspecting the damage she caused . She seemed pleased. Even though Maiev's face was covered by a helm, through the small opening Kyra could swear the warden was smirking.
"Everything you have done good so far equals nothing." she whispered to the beaten elf, slowly taking her time to emphasize every word. "You will be forgotten. You will die alone, hated by every living creature on Azeroth. And in your final moments, you will be filled by regret and not even the sweet caress of death will bring you relief. And that fate, sister, is worse than dying"
A sharp, unexpected pain in her left cheek made Kyra scream. Maiev moved so fast, it didn't leave time for her to prepare for the blow. It felt like molten lava and frost bite at the same time, biting at her flesh, and she gasped for air. She instinctively brought one hand to her cheek. She whimpered. A gushing wound was covering half of her face. Blood was pouring in her mouth and throat, chocking her. She raised her silver hooded eyes at the warden, and with a surprised gasp covered her face with her right hand. She barely got time to shield herself, as a second blow landed. It carved mercilessly in one quick motion from her elbow to her palm, through layers of skin, up to the bone. A guttural, unnatural, pained scream erupted from her lung. She tried to cover her wounds, but it felt like blood was pouring, warm and sticky from every inch of her body. To her horror, she could not move .Fear crawled its way in her soul, and her body started twitching and convulsing on it's own. It began to shake beyond her control and she gave up, collapsing on the floor.
She tried to rise up, using the support of her shaking hand. It was painful and she gritted her teeth, hissing. Then she froze. She blinked twice and slowly turned her gaze to her left. The mist in her vision could not hide the fact that a pool of blood was slowly forming underneath her, drops falling from her shaking frame, sinking in to the stones below. In that second, and invisible weight pushed at her chest , blocking her lungs. It felt like her heart stopped beating. She gasped for air, but breathing hurt . She inhaled again, and to her horror the natural act of breathing felt impossible now. She started to panic and collapsed on the floor with a loud thud.
For a split second silence was all that existed. Then her wheezing sounds filled the quiet .The air was slowly making it's way in to her body in erratic spasms. Pain was everywhere. Her right arm was a limp, useless extension, laying underneath her, crimson liquid covering it. She looked down, gritting her teeth, desperately trying to get up once more, using her left arm. But her efforts failed, and she collapsed again, her forehead kissing painfully the stones with a crack. A pained, tired cry escaped her lips, and she gave up. She lay there, motionless, inhaling big gulps of air, dust from the floor filling her lungs. She wanted to cough, but her body did not have the strength to do so. Silence descended upon them, disrupted only by Kyra's hoarse breathing.
"Why... why don't you kill me?.." Kyra whispered, turning her gaze toward the warden. The words she muttered brought new pain, and a new stream of blood trickled down her chin. She coughed, spitting blood. She closed her eyes.
No response. The looming shadow of Maiev was still over her shacking frame. And that alone was enough to make her keep her eyes shut.
"You don't deserve to die." Maiev added calmly.
Kyra's heart skipped a beat. The shadow slowly departed, plated boots clacking on the stone floor as their wearer casually walked away. The warden stopped suddenly, making Kyra's breath hold for a split second. But Maiev only took a glance at her own blade, raising it to her eye level. She frowned at the bloody glaive, and in one move, sheathed the smeared weapon, her loud footsteps fading slowly.
In this very moment Kyra wanted to cry. Never in her life did she wanted to cry more than now. She frowned. But the tears never came. Her heart felt empty, void. And slowly, but surely, shame crawled in there, filling the nothingness...Guilt...Humiliation...Regret...And that feeling hurt more than her open wounds.
She opened her eyes. She turned her gaze towards the green sky, the dim light hurt. The fel swirled slowly above, small lightning curves breaking the darkness from time to time. She smiled. The disgusting green sky seemed almost beautiful now.
Again she heard the strange buzz in her ears, the high pitched sound making her frown. She slowly turned her head towards the corpses and the leftover army of various races scattered atop of the Black Temple. She could not distinguish clearly the silhouettes, the shapeless shadows laying motionless on the cold floor. Some shapes were running around and she assumed they were tending to the dead and wounded. They were her friends, weren't they?
To her horror she felt nothing. The pain from her cheek was starting to make itself known even more now, as the initial shock started to subside. Deep down she knew allready. Her death was near. And it made her angry that she could not remember anyone that she held dear in these last moments. Was there anyone to remember? She exhaled loudly.
She heard fast steppes approaching her, some were shouting her name, fear and anger in their voices. But she was barely hearing them now. Her body felt like cotton candy. Blood was slowly getting in to her left eye and traitorously trickling towards her ears, neck and chest.
"Useless...Just like all this blood spilled on the floor..." she thought, and closed her eyes.A feeling of weightlessness and nausea overwhelmed her, and for a second she had the feeling that someone had scooped her in it's arms and was now running. Her head started spinning ...Everything went black. It felt like a great fall at a enormous speed, an uncontrollably drop without an end...Is this what death feels like?
Kyra woke up in her bed, covered in sweat. She felt her throat dusty and coarse. Her breathing was rapid, shallow, making her whole body shake. Her hands reached to her throat, covering it from something, and a desperate cry escaped her lips as she realized she had no idea what was she afraid of. She found the blanket and covered herself in a quick motion, like the fabric had some protective magic powers. To her horror, she did not remember where she was , her eyes darting from side to side in search for an answer, scared whimpers escaping her lips, filling the silence of the room.
Water...She needed water... A small flickering light from a candle at her right was caressing the shape of a flask filled with water, laying peacefully on the floor. She quickly reached for it, but her hands didn't listened to her as she was getting more and more agitated, her heart racing faster, and she knocked over the candle , hot wax splashing onto her right wrist. That startled her and she jumped on her feet, only to fall on her knees in surprise at the sudden weakness in her limbs. quivering, not in control of her mind or body. She quickly grabbed the still warm candle in her hand, prepared to throw it at the invisible enemies, if they dared to show themselves.
Only to find no one around her. To her shock, the room was quiet, the moon rays gently caressing her bed, her furniture and her shaking frame. She tried to see any movement, but to no avail. Was she safe? Was that an illusion? A trick? The confusion made her arms weak and she threw the useless candle with a scream at the darkness.
Then, she remembered. The realization shook her every thought, like lighting.
"Darnassus...I am in Darnassus...Azeroth..."
Though she could still hear each of her breaths, rasping, hurting her throat, she tried to speak out loud, to fill the overwhelming silence, surrounding her shaking frame.
"Deep breaths…It was all a dream. You are safe. You are safe…It was not your fault "she calmed herself, with her hands checking her limbs.
After what seemed like an eternity, with hands and legs still feeling gummy, using the support of her bed, she rose onto her feet. Her eyes, used with the darkness spotted what she was looking for before. The flask with water was on the nightstand, smeared with wax. Kyra brought the container to her lips and gulped so fast that she nearly chocked and it made her cough. She sat on the bed, and tried to breathe slowly to calm her cough. She shook her head.
Every night and day she begged Elune for the nightmares to stop. Every time Elune was punishing her in response.
She extended her hand in front of her. It was shaking. She closed her palm and formed a fist, nails digging in to her skin painfully. That's how she knew she was awake.
It was still early for her shift, but she could not sleep any longer. She was not used to sleep at night, because her mind was so active. So she decided to get to her post. The walking would refresh her thoughts, would make her regain control.
She slowly got up, and went to the closet to get her armor. She opened the door, and glanced at her uniform, smiling.
Plate shinned beautifully in moonlight. A well crafted chestpiece, adorned with symbols of protection was on display .Legplates matched the chestpiece both in craftsmanship and power. And then there was the faceguard. Oh, the dreadful, awfully itchy faceguard. How she hated that thing. It was an all right reminder of her disfigured appearance. Of her failure and loneliness. Of her incapacity to protect and live up to her family name. She opened the second door of her closet to reveal a mirror. Kyra looked at herself with a neutral expression, like she was meeting a stranger. She was tall, for most races, but average for her own. Her white, long locks were flowing over her broad shoulders and muscular arms, contrasting with her pale blue skin. Her legs were strong and firm, her chest was small, preserving the feminine looks still. She was considered a bit skinny for a Night Elf but where she lacked in muscle, she compensated with agility and a very good instinct. She forgot how she looked before she got her scar. She got used of seeing this white with brown undertones line that connected her right eyebrow with the upper lip, curling her mouth in a subtle snarl. Luckily, Maiev missed her eye. Or maybe the whole purpose was to let her live with the scar, to be able to see with both eyes – Kyra Moongaze, the traitor and failure of Darnassus. She puffed and gritted her teeth at her own image in disgust. With one final disgusted look at her reflection, shaking her head, resisted the urge to punch and shatter the mirror and closed the mirror door.
She equipped her armor over her leather undergarments quickly, an action born of habit. Braided her hair tight, so it won't get in her eyes and strapped her plate faceguard on the back of her head. That way, only a small fragment of the scar was visible on her eyebrow. Luckily, the armor was crafted by an outstanding dwarf blacksmith in Ironforge, and it cost a small fortune so it allowed her to breathe and talk with ease.
She quickly went to the lower floor, were she had her kitchen and weapon rack, grabbed some dried fruits from the cupboard and stuffed them in to her traveling bag. She opened the door to the weapon holder to get her swords.
They were two majestic swords, with a faint yellow glow, slightly curved at the end, easy to swing but hard to parry against, showing the flawless craftsmanship of their blades. She was the only proud owner in Darnassus of a pair of shivarran blades, and despite the protocol for Sentinels to wear different weapons, she opted for those. If she was using a different faceguard, she might aswell break the rules and wear different swords. She gripped the weapon's hilts, and raised the in front of her eyes, smiling. They were the perfect extension to her hands
The night air was cool and pleasant and she took her time to get to her post, her plate armor was jingling softly and the sound was nowhere near disturbing to hear. She was used to walk lightly, and the sound of her movements were barely audible . She almost smiled underneath her faceguard.
All of the sudden she stopped. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up and a sense of dread enveloped her. She furrowed her brow. Her body got tense and her grip tightened on her blades hilt. She unsheated them with careful motions, wary not to make a sound, moving her feet slowly scouting the surroundings.
She was being watched. There was no doubt in it.
Kyra positioned herself steady in a battle stance, eyes darting around carefully for any movement that could betray the intruder. Now she felt it for sure. There were more than one pair of eyes watching her, but she could not tell where they were. She held her breath, carefully not to make a sound. Each second seemed to last an eternity as she was standing perfectly still, listening to the footsteps of the intruder, her long ears twitching in short motions. A rustle from behind her made her turn, and without any warning, Kyra leaped and pinned the silhouette down, knocking the air out the prowling strangers lungs, holding both blades at the enemy throat.
"What the…"spat a familiar and annoyed voice from underneath her. "Sister Moongaze, what got in to you?!It's me, for Elune sake!"
Kyra looked down with anger, and at the sight of the young Sentinel, her gaze turned to surprise. It was Alyre Starbreeze, the guard she was suppose to replace. The young girl looked equally scared and shocked, her helmet laying next to her, being knocked off on impact, her green hair covering half of her face and looking like a tangled mess of vines.
" Oh...It's you" Kyra muttered in confusion and quickly rose to her feet, holding an outstretched hand to help the other woman to get up. "I had this feeling I was being watched, and I didn't know where from… "
" Well, do you have it now?" Starbreeze rose with effort, holding both hands on her lower back, as it seemed to hurt her, but not before she refused the helping hand, and tried to put her helmet back on.
"What?"Kyra asked confused
"The feeling…that you are being watched? Do you have it now?"
"No…strangely I don't…It's gone…Am I... going mad?"Kyra thought to herself, the idea itself making her doubt her sanity, and she shook her head.
"I...don't think so... You should never sneak up on me like that"she added with a cold stare.
"Then that was my fault, I am sorry for startling you…You've stated before that we should not try and scare you...because, you know..." the elf's voice getting weaker as she sensed the awkwardness of the phrase, her gaze descending slowly to her feet.
" Speaking of which...", Kyra interrupted the green haired elf's , examining her with hooded eyes "Why aren't you at your post?"
Alyre blushed, her lavender skin getting purple. She watched her boots as she spoke, to embarrassed to look the white haired woman in the eyes again.
"I needed to…relive myself, pardon my language…And I couldn't hold it much longer. Besides, no one could see me now, because the commander was not there, so no harm done…Well…"she looked up to Kyra, a shy smile on her face.
Her phrase got stuck in her throat and her smile froze, when she met the silver eyes that were staring icily at her. Kyra felt her anger building up in her chest, and she clenched her jaw. With her right hand she yanked Alyre's wrist so hard, that the scared girl was almost swept off her feet, her knuckles turning white. Her helmet fell down once more, hitting the ground with a shot metallic sound. She brought the terrified night elf to the level of her face, narrowing her gaze.
"Abandoning you post because no one could see you?"Kyra emphasized the last words with disgust. "What if demons are at the gate? What if the Horde gets in the city? So many "what if's" that right now I am pondering between punching you in the face or killing you for treason. " She felt Alyre shaking in her grip, and she added: "No matter what happens, no matter how bad you want to go or whatever, you don't leave! " Kyra's eyes narrowed " . Understand?!"
Alyre's skin turned pale and she shook her head terrified. He small hand tried to get a hold of Kyra's grip, but to no avail. Her eyes had fear engraved in them. She knew very well Kyra's anger, everybody knew her temper. And to fall under her rage, well, that was either stupidity or bad luck.
"Get out of my sight!And pray to Elune I won't see you again today..." Kyra said in a low voice. "You will report about that to your superior by tomorrow, or I'll do it for you! And I can guarantee you won't like it, if I'll do it!
"Yes…"the green haired woman muttered as her wrist was being released"…I'm sorry!" She whispered, and without looking at her superior she grabbed the helmet off the ground, stumbling, her frame shaking.
" " Kyra spat at the terrified green haired woman.
Alyre's eyes pooled with tears, she quickly bowed her head, turned on her heels and started running towards her home.
"Stupid kid…" Kyra thought to herself as she was directing her fast steppes towards Darnassus portal. "Good thing they are still guards outside the portal…"
She positioned herself in front of the red entryway, greeting the other tired Sentinel with a short nod, but not before scouting around for anything that could confirm what she was feeling earlier. Was she going mad? Paranoid? Or something was really amiss? She found nothing.
The night was peaceful, they city was quiet. Darnassian people adapted to Azeroth's demand of being more active at day time, still preserving their tradition. Some merchants were closing their shops, others were opening theirs. The moon was pale and round, pouring graciously her silver rays all over the terrain. The lake was mirroring the glittering stars, and a soft wind was caressing it's surface. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, a soft smile spreading on her face. There was nothing threatening in her sights.
Kyra shook her head. No, it was all a repercussion of her nightmares, lack of sleep and that stupid kid that seems to never get things right. Soon the sun will be up. Oh, Elune…How she hated day time.
1.1
The city crowd seemed to have a life of its own. The city was filled with various Azerothian races, adventurers and merchants for whom day time was their most active period. It was crowded and loud, and every five minutes some lost youngling looking for trades or easy jobs was asking Kyra or other guards for directions. The protocol demanded them to greet every one of them, as this was boosting the city economy and manpower. But the greetings and farewells were said without any desire or heart to it.
Kyra was trying to explain to a lost gnome that the boats were outside, and you have to got back though the portal, take a boat to Menethil Harbor...when she saw from a far a young Sentinel, clad in armor, seemingly out of breath from running, approaching her.
"Kyra Moongaze!"the woman said trying to catch her breath, holding her ribcage with her hands, like it was falling apart.
"Yes. How may I help, sister?"Kyra asked coldly
"Mistress Tyrande wishes to see you. She says it's urgent. I will replace you for the time being" the one in hurry said in a low voice as not to be heard and bowed her head.
"Very well" Kyra voiced confused."Thank you! I'll be on my way", she took one step, stopped and turned to the other elf with a cold stare."Please, do some running sometimes. With a short breath like that, you will be the first to die if someone attacked our city. And for all that is sacred, don't leave your post! "she said in a ironic low tone.
"I am sorry, I am bit out of shape. And I will not leave the post, for the life of me, sister"…mumbled the apparent scared Sentinel.
Kyra bid farewell to the confused gnome, and went towards the Temple of the Moon, well aware of the Sentinel's angry and scolding gaze on the back of her head. She could bet that one would kill her, if given the chance.
The Temple was the city's pride. Grand in architecture, with columns reaching toward sky, there was something about this construction that spread peace and calmness. The prayers were sung all day long and were enveloping the place in a mesmerizing, magnetic aura.
By all means, she avoided that place . Too many memories were engraved in every stone of the grand construction. Every time she entered the place of worship, a feeling of misery washed over her. She hated that sensation and every time when trying to get away from it, rage took it's place. Even if now she chose the path of a warrior, the light was still toying with her mind and tickling her veins, making it's presence known from time to time, playing with her patience. And the immense structure planted in city center was a monolith of memories. No matter how hard she tried to forget.
She ran up the staircase inside the temple. The glowing statue, the singing, the oh so familiar smell made Kyra nauseous. The fragrance of incense was heavy and the sound of chimes could be heard in the distance. She fought the overwhelming sensation and made her way to Tyrande's usual place. Up there, on the balcony she saw the High Priestess surrounded by her kin and some others.
Despite their reciprocated animosity, Kyra admitted to herself that Tyrande was indeed magnetic as a presence. Tall, well clad, with firm gestures and carefully chosen words, stubborn and quite intelligent, despite her hot headed decisions – all that and more made her a leader. A leader that her people were willing to die for. A that was something worthy of respect.
Tyrande was surrounded by three rogues, two priestesses and what appeared to be four Sentinels. One o them was Shandris with whom the High Priestess was arguing about something in low voice. When Kyra cleared her throat, and bowed her head, the conversation stopped. All eyes turned towards her. They all had different looks on their faces. The rogues were watching at her in admiration, the Sentinels – in fear, and the Priestesses in utter and unmasked disgust. The nausea that she felt before, turned to rage. She simply smirked at them, and locked her eyes with Tyrande.
"Oh, good, you are here Moongaze," Tyrande said in a low voice that sounded alarmed and uneasy but sure, nonetheless. "You will accompany me, along with your Sisters, we have important matters to attend. I could've gone alone, but Shandris insists I bring some others with me…"she said it ironically, gazing to the Sentinel.
"This is not up to debate, High Priestess. You cannot go alone." Shandris said in a tiny, but firm voice, and bowed her head. Every word she spoke to the high priestess, even in disagreement, was filled with respect.
" This is an undercover mission " Tyrande shushed Shandris" I've got something, that I must investigate. There have been reports of some…unusual activity at Ashenvale border. "the priestess continued, her gaze steady. "We need to make sure that we eliminate the threat once and for all from these lands "
" What do you mean, High Priestess?"Kyra asked
" Well, I am sorry but that is all you should know for now, Moongaze" Tyrande retorted, gazing through her narrowed eyelids. "Consider this a test. I am still not sure where your allegiances lay. While I cannot deny your exceptional skills in battle, this kind of sensitive information I will share only with Shandris. "
Her words hit Kyra's chest like a dull knife. Of course she didn't trust her. She withstood the urge to plant her boot in the High Priestesses face with a pained expression. Tyrande's eyes were watching her carefully as if the priestess was reading her mind, waiting for a tiny slip in her behavior. Instead of doing something that she will regret later, Kyra suppressed her defiant instinct, clenched her jaw and bowed her head again.
"I can understand that, Mistress." she said coldly.
"Good" Tyrande smiled. "All you need to know is that no one should find out that I'm gone, and no one should see you leaving. We've already caused a bit of commotion with you being here giving the fact that everyone knows or thinks you despise this place"
"With all due respect, High Priestess, I don't know why you summoned me then…"Kyra hissed though her teeth
"Because we will need your… Tyrande paused for a moment … expertise where we are going. No one here has that. That being said, get your bags ready, rations will be provided. We leave at sunset. "
"Yes, High priestess"Kyra bowed her head again and with a swift turn she stormed out of their sight.
"I still don't trust her, Shandris…We have to be careful" Tyrande sighed watching Kyra leave
"Don't worry, High Priestess" Shandris turned her head towards the priestess. "If anything happens, I will be the one cutting her throat open"
Kyra ran out as fast as she could, jumping two steppes at at time, kicking peebles in her way and cursing under her breath,"Who the hell she thinks she is?! She should have let me die there, not pretend to welcome me and then question my loyalities…This is torture beyond words. Having no one, nothing but an empty house. After all I did…After all my parents and brothers did" she was so lost in thoughts that she was surprised when she hit head first with a mass of green hair.
"Ouch…Watch where you're going..."
Alyre landed on her behind with a pained and sad look on her face. Scrambling to get the helmet that fell off again, a wave of terror spread across her face when she met the furious warrior gaze.
" Not again...I am sorry…Sister Moongaze…I was not looking!"
"Shut up!"hissed Kyra. "How come every time I find you when I am mad, or you are the one that makes me mad. Are you following me for that sole purpose?!"
"I am not…follow…follow…ing …you…"I am sorry..."the green haired woman mumbled, almost crying.
"Get up, compose yourself! "commanded Kyra in a mocking voice. "I hope, for your own well being that we don't meet again today!"She took a deep breath covering her face with her palm."Don't talk, don't say anything, just please go away!"
"I am sorry, but I was summoned by Mistress Tyrande herself…An urgent…That's why…"said the scared Night Elf scrambling to get herself up the ground." I was thinking..."
"Did I stutter?!"
Alyre's eyes went wide with horror, she quickly rose herself to her feet and ran towards the Temple like there was no tomorrow, sending dust clouds behind .
Kyra smiled while contemplating the scared young Sentinel that seemed almost weightless in her run, and went back to follow the road that led to her home, much more calmer than when she exited the Temple.
She almost felt sorry for Alyre. She was a hard working child. Much more younger than her, but much more enthusiastic than she was. Kyra took care of her most of the time, she was the one that trained her into the ways of Sentinels. But the kid was cloud headed and never seemed to follow and order without getting distracted. Either coming late to her training sessions or loosing her weapons all together. So she got scolded from time to time by her older counterpart. But they were scared of her. All of them. The name Kyra Moongaze was drawing angry and terrified looks in Darnassus. So she decided to give them a reason to be scared. Every mistake that they did on the duty was not forgiven by her. She choose this as her refuge, as her oasis of calmness. She regreted her admonishing them way to harsh many times. But at the same time, Kyra knew if she would grow soft, they would wipe their feet off her. So she tried to meet their expectations. She was treating them as they imagined she would: cruel and remorseless. After all, she had nothing left to lose.
Kyra got home and kicked her boots as soon as she entered the kitchen. Her shift was over for today, so her top priority was the preparations for tonight misterious journey. The thought of it made her feel uneasy. While she was getting up the stairs to her bedroom, unlacing her armor her mind was racing, deep in thought. "Tyrande said my expertise was needed…Demons?" While all over Azeroth were rumors of a possible undead invasion, reports of a new plague from the scouts and spies, it sounded very strange that demons would roam these lands also. More importantly, they took care of the demonic incursion upon Azeroth, with the cost of countless lives by deploying armies in Outland... But on the other hand, it was only normal for Tyrande to get nervous at the thought of it, given all that her people have suffered by the hands of those invaders. Still, something was not lining up. Why did she called upon a youngling like Alyre? She was ambitious, of course, but not so skilled in battle. Were the Night Elves so desperate or did Tyrande lost her mind?
By the time her trail of thoughts was done, she was laying in bed, with her cloth undergarments on, armor in the closet, chewing on a dry fruit she packed this morning. She decided to lay down for a bit, to get some rest, for only Elune knew what was in store for her on that journey.