Lost Lion
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Volume 3: Chapter 4
*** Stormwind Keep – Royal Wing ***
I watched as King Llane and my father stood up with the latter giving me a proud smile.
"I would love to stay and have a more in-depth discussion on what exactly transpired during the siege, but I cannot leave the dignitaries from the north alone," the ruler of Stormwind said. A sly expression formed on his face as his eyes darted over to my father. "Though... perhaps I could have the regent sit in—"
"Don't you dare, Llane," my father growled out. "Friend or not, king or not, you would pay if you do so."
The king shot me a wink, having sufficiently riled my father. He put his arm around young Varian and led the boy away before stopping in his tracks and turning back to me.
"Oh yes, you will be promoted, of course," the king said. "As for what rank, we are still in the process of collecting your achievements. You left many tall tales in the north."
I did? My expression must have shown my confusion since the king shook his head in exasperation.
"My spymasters are sorting out fact from fiction, but once I have their report in hand, you will be issued your new rank," the king smiled and then turned to my father. "I do believe your son might be the fastest-rising officer in our kingdom's history."
Young Varian turned to look at me in awe, so much so that I couldn't help but blush a bit. Attention was fine, but too much was... well, still too much. Of course, that was when something else occurred to me.
"Your majesty," I called out before the king could leave. "Will being the Order Master of the new group that the High Abbot is forming conflict with my duty to Stormwind? Wouldn't it be better to have someone more experienced instead?"
The king stared at me before laughing and turning to my father with mock anger. "What is it with you Lothars and positions of power? Or rather, the lack of desire for them?"
"It's in the blood." My father grinned at his friend. "Again, I remind you that my lineage abdicated the throne to yours. Perhaps ruling is not in our blood."
King Llane actually looked offended by what my father said. With a disbelieving shake of his head, he turned back to me.
"In your case, the Abbot is well aware that you are a soldier first," King Llane explained. "Both he and I agree that you leading our people in battle is more beneficial than if you led them in prayer."
The Abbot said that? Really?
"Since you are averse to governing, you can delegate those day-to-day responsibilities to others, but it will be beneficial to the order to have you at its head. As the Order Master, you will have very few peers and an authority to match your new status."
"Oh." That was actually quite a relief to me. It meant that I would have influence without having to deal with the rest of it. If I was going to head off certain factions, I would need more of that.
"Take the rest of the day to rest. That is an order," Llane commanded authoritatively. "You won't get quiet moments like this often."
With that, the king and my father left, taking young Varian along with them. I could feel the guard presence in the garden lessen considerably with the royals' departure. It hit me then that I forgot to ask about the name of the new order.
"Shit!" I mentally cursed myself. Since I woke up, it's been one distraction after another. The morning bath, the possible knowledge that Victoria herself told the girls about our...dalliances. Then there was the morning delegation with Gilneas and Alterac coming at me with all that heat. Not to mention, Krasus's friggin' presence! If Alexstrasza had been captured, we would have seen red dragons on the field by now.
I was pretty sure the Dragonmaws were to the south of us and the Frostwolves were in the Redridge Mountains. The chances of them getting their hands on the Dragonsoul artifact were quite low, though not impossible. Besides, I doubted Doomhammer was aware of the dragons. In the canon timeline, it took him combing through Stormwind Library to find traces of the Dragonsoul.
But then again, there was the possibility that the Infinite flight informed Doomhammer about the Dragonsoul. That wouldn't make sense though. The Infinite was against the Horde's presence, which meant the Bronze would have had to be the ones helping Doomhammer out to put history back on course.
"Arghh!" I grabbed the sides of my head and banged it on the table. Too many things to worry about, too many maybes, and too many possibilities. Still, I made a promise to myself to just take care of what was in front of me. Besides, we had the Wildhammer now, so maybe I could drop hints for them to make anti-dragon weapons just in case?
I shook my head and gave it no more thought as my eyes drifted over to where Varian's empty plate was placed.
My thoughts grew heavy as I realized what I had done. I-I had butterflied Anduin's existence away. It was weird to find out that I might have inadvertently erased 'my boi' from existence. Anduin needed to exist. I needed Anduin to exist. What if the being who brought me here decided to screw me over by removing Anduin's template because I erased his existence? Besides, I like Anduin. He might have been trifling when he was younger, but what he did for Lordaeron? I had to respect him for it. But about who Varian was going to be engaged to, I couldn't really fault it. Calia and Varian just worked so well together! Goddamn, do they even make sense as a couple?!
Heck, the reason why Varian married Tiffin was to keep Stormwind's heritage pure and to appease his citizens. At the time, marrying Calia would have signaled that Stormwind was now a vassal of Lordaeron. In that timeline, it was impossible for Varian to marry Calia without appearing weak. However, things are different now. Stormwind remains powerful, making a marriage with Calia a true union of equals. Not to mention the impressive show of strength they displayed in Stromgarde. The lion's teeth and claws were still sharp and long.
'But my boi Anduin…' I mentally lamented.
I wanted to tear my hair out in frustration. The only way his birth would happen now was if future-Varian had a one-night stand with Tiffin. But that wouldn't be Varian at all; the boy, like most Wrynns, was honorable and loyal to a fault. Fat chance of that happening unless polygamy was allowed...?
"Hmmm…" Goddamn it, I was thinking in terms of old-world morality. While it wasn't common since kings here have been known to take concubines or mistresses, I doubted that House Ellerian would go for that. They would want a worthy match for their daughter.
Shit, at this rate, she might end up marrying a minor noble and becoming the head of her house. And that wasn't even mentioning eligible bachelors like Derek and Galen. My mind immediately filled with thoughts of Derek and Tiffin, and a different Anduin born of the two. Well… Anduin always considered Jaina his aunt. She might actually be one this time!
Wait. Llane said I was influential now. My thoughts raced as I considered how to ensure Anduin's existence in an honorable manner. It came to me then, an absolute clarity on the obvious answer.
"Varian's going to get a harem," I uttered softly. It was a ludicrous idea, but saying it out loud made the it feel more real. Why can't there be two queens for Stormwind? This wasn't Earth; there were none of those pesky modern moralities to worry much about and if I angle in with the 'Light' approving it... Well, by the time they discovered the truth a couple of decades down the line, what were they gonna do to me?
Besides, if I recall correctly, neither of the two women were particularly power-hungry, so no 'Game of Thrones' bullshit.
'Yeeeesssss~~~' I thought, feeling a lot better now. It wasn't guaranteed, but at least, it was the start of a plan! Unfortunately, I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard renewed footsteps heading my way. There didn't appear to be an increase in guards, so it wasn't royalty or someone of high standing. Of course, I was proven wrong when a very young Khadgar appeared, carrying a comically long box in his hand. The boy—
'Wait, wasn't he as old as I am?' I thought. Then I remembered that I was mentally older than him so it still worked.
The boy—now dressed in Stormwind conjurer blue—had not fully adopted their fashion sense. It was still distinctly Kirin Tor styled, but the blue and gold signified to Dalaran where his loyalty now was. I couldn't help but inwardly smirk at the fact that we now had someone who could have been their next Antonidas. Was he here to talk to me? Contrary to my thoughts, the future legendary mage moved aside and revealed a much smaller and more recognizable figure behind him.
Instinctively, I got to my feet and reached for my sword, only to find myself grasping air. It took me less than a moment to remember that I wasn't carrying my weapon with me.
"Peace, Callan," Medivh, the corrupted Guardian, said in an amused tone. The man even raised his hand in surrender, which allowed me a good look at him.
Frail. That was the word that seemed to best describe his current state. Gone was his muscular mage build; instead, he had gnarled hands and limbs that looked like they could snap like twigs at any moment. He didn't even look like the Medivh from his time when Aegwynn resurrected him in the canon timeline. In short, he looked more like he was at death's door. Anyone would have agreed with me; at least, until I looked into his eyes.
Power. That was the word that best described what I saw swimming in his eyes. The blue eyes were no longer hollow like how I remembered them being. Arcane energies now swam behind those windows, obscuring the sight within. I called upon the Light and noted that Khadgar seemed to react by standing in front of his master. However, Medivh wordlessly grabbed the boy's shoulder with one of his gnarled hands to stop him.
The last Guardian shot me a look of understanding and faced me proudly, as if daring me to find fault with him. I rudely did so since the last time I saw this man, we had tried to kill each other. Now, however, I saw no malice, sensed no corruption, and finally, felt no hostility. The Guardian really did appear to be wholly himself, and no grudge had been formed.
Gradually, I let go of the Light and saw the famed wizard smile at me.
"Believe me, young Callan, passing your judgment relieves me more than you know," Medivh said as he walked in, allowing Khadgar to shut the door.
"Why are you here, Guardian?" I asked curiously, motioning for Khadgar and Medivh to take a seat at a table under the pavilion.
"Why, to thank you, my young friend, or at least, I hope to call you such?" Medivh asked genially. Taking me up on my offer, he shuffled over to the table and exhaled in relief as he sat down. "Ah, what a relief. I find that I tire more easily now. Perhaps as a side effect of growing old."
I began to defend my actions. "I had—"
"Again, peace, my young friend," Medivh raised a hand. "I did not mean that as a slight to you. As I have said, I am here to thank you. You could age me another hundred years, and I would still accept it gladly just to be free of the Dark Titan."
I blinked at Medivh's casual mention of Sargeras's origin.
"Do not be so surprised, my young friend. You know of the Burning Legion, of their dark master. Your agents of the Light have shown you their depravity, I assume?" The old man gave me a knowing look.
"...I see." I said, beginning to understand his perspective. "Well, if that's the case, consider your gratitude accepted with all the grace I can muster."
Medivh gave me a bright smile. Though he was old and decrepit now, his spirit was strong. Even if he were to die, he would die a free man. I hadn't suffered enough to understand it fully, but I get it. To show that all was forgiven, I inclined my head toward him. The Guardian smiled brightly at that before his eyes flicked over to Khadgar.
"Now, my Young Trust here has been feeling guilty about his part in that fateful day," Medivh said, smiling fondly at his apprentice.
My eyes followed Medivh's gaze, and I saw Khadgar shoot me an extremely guilt-ridden look. That's right; he was proven wrong, and I was absolved by Aegwynn. He must be feeling quite foolish, though I idly wondered if Gavinrad felt the same.
"Look, consider it all water under the bridge, my good man," I said, giving him a thumbs up. "Just have my back in the future, and we'll consider it square."
To my surprise, Khadgar knelt before me. "I know that I have wronged you greatly, Lord Callan, but I swear to you by the Higher Mystery and the Titans themselves, if you ever feel you could use my service, I will answer your call."
"No need for that, I have plenty of allies," I told the mage. Khadgar looked devastated, probably thinking I had rejected his offer. I then extended my hand to him. "Like I said before, what I would like from you is something more than that. I would like for us to be friends."
The young Khadgar gawked at me, staring at my hand.
"The way I see it." I smiled toothily. "If my dad can have a powerful mage as a friend, well, by Go—the Light, I want one too!"
The former librarian helper of the Kirin Tor gawked at me as if I had lost my mind.
"Young Trust." Medivh chuckled, stroking his white beard. "That is a generous offer, and one I would suggest you accept."
"O-Of course, Lord Callan!" Khadgar clasped my hand with determination in his eyes. Only two words crossed my mind as I pulled Medivh's apprentice to his feet: 'Khadgar Get!'
With that, any lingering tenseness in the air dissipated.
"Now, let's come to the main reason why I am here, besides to thank you," Medivh interjected, making me turn to him. There was another reason he was here? "Young Trust, if you will?"
With that, Khadgar moved the box as if it weighed nothing and placed it standing up. Then he went to its side and started to open the latch before whispering a spell. Runes that I hadn't seen on the box glowed and then disappeared. The Guardian's apprentice grunted as though the box suddenly got heavier before he swung it open to reveal its contents.
"I wracked my mind to come up with ways to thank you, my young friend. Just words alone seem insufficient," Medivh explained, but I was only half listening to him at this point. My eyes were on what was inside the box. "And though Lothar said my help in creating a portal to you made us even, your father could never understand how insignificant that spellwork was compared to the freedom you granted me."
I heard what he said, but my eyes were glued to what was inside the box. There couldn't be another one of those in there, could there? There shouldn't be any others in Stormwind and the only other nation that would have them would be Silvermoon. Sure, there were others, but nothing of this quality. I could tell that this was something... epic. This had never shown up in the canonical timeline I was familiar with!
"Thankfully, my mother pointed out that you were missing a weapon. A reliable, sturdy weapon that will not fail you." Medivh smiled as he waved his hand, and the rune blade that had been inside the case floated out to me.
It was a greatsword with a long pommel for a two-handed grip. It was also longer by a foot compared to my old Arcanite Champion, but still had a similar silvery metallic quality to its blade. There was a lion's head for a hilt, one that was different from those cast in other Stormwind-forged weapons. This lion head was bigger and more pronounced. Finally, there were golden runes running in a line from the hilt to the tip on each side of the blade. I had no idea what the runes meant, but I could feel the power radiating off of them.
Slowly, the rune blade floated in front of me, waiting for me to take it. I looked up at Medivh and saw him waiting in eager anticipation before I returned my attention back to the sword. Slowly, I reached my hand out and grabbed its hilt. To my shock, it wasn't even that heavy, not compared to the raw steel I had to carry before. That was when the runes came alive and flared golden for a second before becoming inert.
"What was that?" I asked as I held the rune blade in front of me for inspection.
"That was the rune blade bonding with your Light magic," Medivh informed me. "You will find that if you channel Light magic into it, it can also double as a focus to enhance your magic twofold. It is also as sturdy as Ashkandi itself and the Great Royal Sword. In a word, it won't fail you like a lesser weapon might."
I nearly blurted out to correct him that, while great, it was still breakable, but what were the chances of me meeting Doomhammer anytime soon? In fact, now that I thought about it, I needed to solve the Doomhammer dilemma—the weapon, not the orc. While Ashkandi and the Great Royal Sword were legendary class weapons, they weren't on the same level as the Artifact class that was the Doomhammer. Still, not every orc had a weapon like the Doomhammer, and this would give me a pretty good edge.
Taking an impromptu battle stance, I began swinging the sword in the royal garden. I could feel the eyes of the guards on me, but I paid them no mind. I was busy fighting imaginary orcs that had somehow infiltrated Stormwind. By the end of the imaginary raid, I could only come to one conclusion: this sword was fantastic!
"What's the sword's name?" I asked as I watched Khadgar lift the casing that had carried the sword to reveal a sheath. It had some lion design motif on it but overall, it wasn't any different from what other greatswords used.
"That would be up to you, my young friend." Medivh smiled at me. "It was something we decided to let you have the honor of when we forged it."
My head whipped to the Guardian in surprise. "You forged this rune blade? Wait, you said 'we'. Who else helped create it?"
Medivh chuckled lightly. "Like I said, my friend, my mother pointed out that you were missing a weapon and so we set about making one for you. However, we do know how to make weapons of power. Thankfully, in my mother's long-lived life, she had made many friends. They are ancient and wise, but at her request, helped us forge a weapon worthy of a warrior."
Ancient and wise friends... no way... he couldn't... Nightbane was still alive?
"Guardia—Medivh," I corrected myself midway and saw his pleased smile at said correction. "This might be personal, but… do you recall much of your time when you were—weren't under the influence?"
"Possessed, you mean?" Medivh's eyes closed and his body trembled a bit. His eyes became distant and a haunted expression formed on his face. I instantly felt bad for putting him in that situation, and before I could tell him it was okay, he exhaled heavily. "Though my memories are spotty, there were times when the Dark Titan felt most triumphant. It was in these moments that I gained knowledge of what he had done. The evil he's committed would become clear to me. Evils like the opening of the Dark Portal."
"Then… hypothetically, if he were to say—I dunno— fight a powerful dragon," I hedged. "Would you remember something like that?"
Medivh blinked and stared at me before he let out a full-bellied laugh. "You know about Arcanagos! Why am I not surprised?"
"Master?" Khadgar looked at his teacher in confusion.
That was his name! I had forgotten, Nightbane was much easier to remember.
Seeing Khadgar's reaction, I guess he didn't know about Aegwynn's special friend. Kind to think of it, Arcanagos and Aegwynn's friendship was never really explored. Unless, maybe they were like 'that'? I couldn't help but chuckle out loud a bit and saw both master and apprentice look at me.
"Nothing, it's good that my —err— vision of his demise did not come to pass." I changed tracks and saw Medivh allowed my segue to take place. Though, it was almost amusing that it seemed that blue dragon boys have a type. Hot older blondes with, heh, big, magical reserves and the skills to back it up.
"If true, then I am glad it did not, I'll have to inform them of your vision so he can avoid it in the future," Medivh's comment made me realize he was taking my word at face value skill at bullshitting seemed to have paid off, although I wasn't entirely sure if I should feel proud of it. "Though if you cannot say, I would understand also. Sometimes, in an effort to avoid destiny, you end up right on its road."
"It's not exactly that..." I decided to be blunt with Medivh from now on. He called me a friend, right? Well, then, I'd talk to him like one. "It's just that unless the Dark Titan returned and possessed you again, there was very little chance that Nigh—Arcanagos, would die."
"How?" Medivh whispered, his voice barely audible. "What else would I have done if you hadn't stopped me?"
His expression was stricken, pleading for more information. He genuinely wanted to know how much damage Sargeras would have done in his body.
"Are you sure you want to know?" I asked, concerned. "There's no need for you to torment yourself over something that will never happen..."
Khadgar moved to his master's side as a source of support. "Master, it wasn't you. It was the Dark—"
"Please," the Guardian interrupted his apprentice's comforting words.
Well, if he wanted to know, then I wasn't going to keep him in the dark.
"Well, for Arcanagos, his fate would have been different in another timeline. On top of Karazhan, your mother would have suspected foul play and confronted you with the blue dragon," I began. "The Dark Titan, in possession of your body, would have banished your mother and slain the dragon. He then would have enslaved the dragon's corpse to serve as another guardian for Karazhan."
Medivh,looked sick, whether it was because he harmed his mother or practiced necromancy on the dragon, I couldn't say, maybe both.
"What... what else did I do?" the frail man asked in a trembling voice.
"The Dark Titan, in possession of your body, went around assassinating the best Conjurers of Stormwind in an effort to weaken our magical force, and then set his sights on the Council of Tirisfal," I said, emphasizing the distinction between his current state and the possessed version of him in another timeline.
"You even know about the Council..." Medivh's expression shifted from surprise to horror as he realized I was aware of their super-secret order.
"Again, I only know what the visions show me," I bullshitted him. I had to avoid any misconceptions that I was some sort of magical oracle. "I don't know the history of the Council of Tirisfal or what they've done. The visions only show me that they exist because the Dark Titan was after them."
Medivh's gaze dropped to the ground, fixed on the lawn in the royal garden. I remained silent, allowing him time to digest the information I had given him. Poor Khadgar looked thoroughly confused by everything; it was clearly beyond his current understanding. After a long pause, Medivh stirred to life once more, his expression now determined.
"What else did 'he' do?"
'Good, he's learning,' I thought to myself. "Well, he was able to trick and trap my father—"
+++ Royal Garden +++
Aegwynn, the former Guardian—current Guardian?—was not aware of what had happened to the Guardian position. Was it her? Was it her son? He had been possessed so was he ever the Guardian? The Council had sought to bring her to task, but she had rebuffed their attempts at communication. Now was not the time for petty politics; they had an enemy at their door to worry about.
"Fascinating," the handsome human next to her said.
Aegwynn was not alone as she and her companion listened in on the conversation between her son and his savior. He was as tall as Lothar, though not as solidly built as her son's friend. The only hint at his true origin was his hair. In dark lighting, anyone would have said the color was black, but in the sun, it took on a bluish tinge.
"I wonder what sort of necromancy the Dark Titan used to bring me back," her old friend, Arcanagos in his human disguise, pondered.
Aegwynn shook her head. Leave it to a member of the Blue Flight to be more interested in the magic of their demise than the fact that he was killed.
"I find it odd that no one, not Dalaran, not the Council, or even the Dragons, has any knowledge of these Agents of the Light," she commented to her friend. "To think that all this time, there was a counterforce to the Burning Legion. I hadn't believed it, but the power he displayed, what he did to the Firelord Ragnaros… If that was indeed him, it beggars belief."
"The evidence brought to me by Tyrygosa proved that it was indeed the Firelord." Arcanagos in his human disguise gestured to Callan. "With what has transpired and the proof that traces of the Black Flight were hiding among the noble mortal houses, the young human's words have proven to be truthful thus far."
Aegwynn watched as cold, controlled anger radiated off her friend.
"That also means that the accusations he threw toward Nozdormu's Brood, of letting us suffer all of this for a greater goal, must be taken seriously," he said.
She reached out and gently cupped his shoulder, instantly feeling his body relax.
"Does this mean the Blue Flight would lend us aid?" Aegwynn asked hopefully. While she was powerful, she wasn't powerful enough to handle the Black and Bronze Flight if they attacked en masse. She needed the Blue and Red Flight in their corner, but thus far, the Red Flight had yet to answer her call for aid. At least the Green declined politely; she knew little of their works but was told it was important by Arcanagos.
"Well, given the chance to review the evidence, Malygos would have to make a move." Arcanagos turned his disguised face to her. "Though he might not aid you directly as our numbers are too few to risk it, you will not be alone in confronting the Bronze and Black Flight. This, I promise you."
It was half of what Aegwynn wanted from the Blue Flight, but with Arcanagos' brood protecting them, she would finally be able to move and actively participate in the war. With softened eyes, she turned to her son, who was in deep conversation with his savior.
"Then... I shall await the good news."
+++Noble Quarters +++
I collapsed on my bed, mentally exhausted. The conversation with Medivh had gone on for so long that we ended up having an early dinner under the pavilion. Thankfully, when all was said and done, the man seemed to no longer feel as guilty. I almost drifted off to sleep when I realized I was still in armor. This wasn't Stromgarde; I could let my guard down now.
Forcing myself to get up, I quickly undid the armor latches and got all the plates off in short order. Then, I "T-posed" before falling backward onto my bed, bouncing lightly. I closed my eyes. Tomorrow was going to be a long day; I could feel it in my bones.
Just as I was drifting off, I heard a knock on the door. A quick glance outside my window revealed that it was actually dark out, indicating that I had napped for quite a bit. Another soft knock came, bringing my attention back to the door. Instead of just inviting the person in, I got curious and went to the door, opening it to reveal someone I had least expected.
"Mara?" I asked in genuine surprise. The High Cleric was in a casual robe, not the high-quality outfit from earlier in the day. "What are you doing here?"
"May I come in?" my first student asked instead of answering my question. Without needing such prompting, I stepped aside and allowed her entry.
The redhead strode in and glanced around the room before going to sit at the table by my bed. I closed the door and followed her, seating myself on the bed.
"Is everything okay?" I asked. "Or did something go wrong?"
It was then that the redhead turned her green eyes onto me with an intensity I had only ever seen in battle.
"No," Mara replied. It was as if she was debating something within herself before she nodded to herself and spoke to me. "There is, however, something of a... personal matter I would like to discuss with you."
With those words, the holy woman walked over to the door, searched the corridor outside, returned inside, and then closed the door. Turning back to me, she walked over to my bed and sat on it once more. Instead of saying anything, she just gave me a searching look.
"Ummm… what is it?" I asked, concerned. Mara closed her eyes as if gathering strength before she looked directly at me.
"I know you slept with Victoria," she stated bluntly. I gripped the table and felt my face get hot. So I hadn't misheard.
'Sh—wait, why am I acting like I am in trouble? We were two consenting adults!' My mind found its reasoning after I remembered the details. It wasn't like I was married to Mara and cheated on her.
"We did," I answered. "Is...is that something taboo as a cleric of Northshire? Was she not supposed to?"
I wasn't aware of any celibacy vow the clerics had to take.
"Hardly." The High Cleric, to my surprise, gave a rueful expression. "She promised me that she would not make a move until after I had done so, but circumstances being what they were, better her than Ashvane."
Ashvane? With me? Ew, n—wait, what was that thing she said before that?
"I know you will be quite busy in the following days, if not weeks," Mara slowly leaned toward me. I found myself suddenly very hyper-aware of her proximity to me and gulped. "There is a good chance I won't get a chance to be alone with you for a long time."
Good god, she smelled good, not like a meadow-like Sylvanas and Liadrin, but something sweet and intoxicating.
"So before anyone else can take your attention away." The redheaded beauty then moved her lips next to my ear and said in a soft voice that was full of promise, "I intend to make the most of our time together and do what I should have done long ago."
"Buah?" I said intelligently.
Suddenly, I felt a soft, almost tender sensation on my lips before I realized what it was, and just like that, my reasoning was gone again.
TBC…
AN: I did what I did! Don't like it? Meet me behind your local Sonics or inside a Waffle House, your choice!
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As for this chapter, some might see it as Callan sticking to canon for canon sake but understand, that he is human and have favorites like everyone else. Its not like hes forcing Varian into a loveless marriage, he has it on very good authority that Tiffin and Varian had quite the harmonious pairing. Then there is Calia, she really made a lot of sense since her and Varian was within age of each other. However things being what it was at that time and with Alterac destroyed, Terenas wanted to swallow up that Kingdom via a marriage with Calia and Davil Prestor. And we all know that gone to hell now. So like I said, I did what I did! As for the rest. Heh heh. I'm ready to received the feedback, bring it!
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