Oh the cringy feelings I'm having right now. But it's good, things are good, things are finally GREAT! Is this a dream? I hope it isn't, will I wake up in Dalaran or Orgrimmar or the Chapel of Hope and if this is all just a wonderful dream? I would still bless the Light even then, for giving me these moments of bliss, but it's real. My lips burn, my heart aches, and the only thing I want is to be in his embrace. Thank you so much aunty, I had so much doubt, but you put me on the path. I was holding on to so much guilt, but I feel like I can put it all down because if everything I went through was to lead to this moment, I realize it hasn't been a wasted life. I'm in prison though, but I don't think I'll be here for very long. I love him so much and for the first time the one I love said it back. Isn't that crazy? I know the news will be difficult to break. My aunty is so difficult to understand. She would speak in rhyme and riddle and what I would always think was nonsense. This thing I've been doing, how much my writing has changed, I think about how I may be more like her then I thought.
Have I gone insane, because I feel like I may be understanding what she feels like. That maybe there's a beauty to insanity which is why she always smiled, and no one could understand why she would never frown at the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
I know she led me on the path and for a few seconds there was no smile on her face when she said, 'I'll miss you.'
It's a wonderful day. I don't trust it and it scares me now. After so much bliss, why do I have this feeling of dread? Oh Anduin, please don't go, please don't die like my first love Oranio.
I hope Anduin brings a key next time, I couldn't embrace him fully, and I think taking his purity would forsake his vows to the Light. I have to accept that he will save himself for his wedding night, and when the bells toll more with every hour the night will bring me my Anduin.
Anduin can't marry a prisoner, a queen can't-…
I've been sitting here for over an hour because it just occurred to me that I could be a queen. A queen of humans, but a queen nonetheless. No, humans aren't that bad… They're like dogs, right? Sure they don't live very long, but they can make your life extremely joyful. Dogs… dogs that can impregnate you, they're not bad at all. When I found Lucy I really wished I was born a human because I knew that humans truly appreciated the value of horses, it was mostly the reason why I was excited to come to Stormwind. My time at sea has made me truly appreciate the wellbeing and the combat prowess of a good ship. I could feel that Stromwind was like a brand-new glove I just fit into and it really is a wonderful kingdom. If I wasn't an enemy I would fit right in with the people, but I wonder how long it could take to convince them of that. I hadn't planned on walking the streets of Stormwind NOT in disguise. I would have liked to be known as a hero that saved the Alliance and not someone that married into power before I revealed what I was.
But I love Anduin so much, he's so strong, brave, kind, and handsome. By the Light he is so handsome, those deep blue eyes, that wide upturned nose, those thick warm pink lips, and that thick jawline on that hairless baby face. I wonder what he would look like with his hair down? Also, his hands, I felt how strong they were when I kissed him the first time with his gloves on, but then he kissed me the second time I really felt his warmth in those hands. Oh, the thought of being in those arms at night, feeling that body under the covers, and that hair falling on the sides of my face. I wanted to embrace him so badly without these cursed bars in the way. I would take him for all that he's worth with or without the royalty, but Anduin is royalty so I really need to accept that I need to be royalty as well.
I guess I'm just scared that his people won't accept me, or he may change his mind if more people threaten to leave the Alliance. It really makes me think about Oranio's plan to run away from it all, but I know Anduin cares about his Alliance and I will do anything to make the people like me if it means I can stay with him. Just please don't let what happened to Oranio happen to Anduin. The thoughts of Oranio's death keep flooding in my mind and I see Anduin falling the same way to Sylvanas.
No, he won't die like that, maybe my aunty foresaw my death, maybe she knows that I would die to protect him, and I think I will. When I think about how wonderful my life could be with someone like Anduin, I don't want to go back to my former life of doing the things I've been doing for years. The task, upon the task of jobs of going here and there never meeting someone that will say more than a few sentences other than what's on a job description. Then a big godlike entity shows up and threatens to destroy the world, it never ends, it seems.
It would be fun with Anduin though, could he even do that though? Maybe if he wore a cloak I can show him the life of an adventurer, go place to place, for toll and gold. Fighting about everyday awake, killing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths. It would be a nice vacation and an even more pleasant honeymoon. I know I complain a lot about the task, and quest, and jobs, but I really like doing it, but it's just gotten to a point to where I want someone with me, someone that won't leave when the quest is over and when I'm tired I want to have a place that feels like home.
If the Alliance and the Horde come together and peace is truly achieved I think we could deal with the next threat a lot more swiftly and that even means the entity my aunty worships, the drowned god N'Zoth the Corruptor. So maybe that's what she meant when she said, 'I'll miss you.', she predicts that he's coming and at this point I can't take what she said with a grain of salt. There may be a time I need to have a serious discussion with Anduin about this upcoming threat. So maybe that's the reason for this whole thing, suddenly that little bit of land to raise horses doesn't seem that important to me anymore. I feel like something bigger is coming because if N'Zoth comes we need to be ready for him and we need to stop all this stupid, destructive, infighting.
I miss him though. I wait for the bells to toll bringing the night, and the night bringing me my Anduin. Please bring a key this time or lead me someplace away from the prying eyes of the commoners. Let us walk the city streets hidden and free. He does seem to like my poetry a lot and the words have been just pouring out just of late. Seeing his heart melt like that just made me so happy. I could just sit on his lap and read stories from my book and just enjoy each other's company, it's something I really want to do with him. Then watch the sunrise over Westfall, and then head back and get some much-needed sleep, wasting so much of the day that the night will come to us sooner, so we could be secret lovers once more. I miss you so much.
I will miss you in the morning,
When all the world is new;
I know the day can bring no joy
Because it brings not you.
I will miss the well-love voice of you,
Your tender smile for me,
The charm of you, the joy of your
Unfailing sympathy.
The world is full of war it's true,
But I could never be without you.
I will miss you at the noontide;
On the battlefield filled with pain
It seems but a desert now, I walk
Broken and bloodstained.
I miss your hand besides my own
The warm touch of your hand,
The quick gleam in the eye of you
So sure, to understand
The world is full of war it's true,
But I could never be without you.
I will miss you in the evening, my king,
When daylight fades away;
I miss the sheltering arms of you
To rest me from the day,
I try to think I see you yet
Where my golden eyes will gleam
Weary at last, I sleep, and still
I miss you in my dreams.
Wow, that came out really easy. This is for you my love.
(Perfectia rips out the poem and puts it in her pocket.)
A group of guards came to pick up Perfectia and put her in handcuffs in front of her as they led her out of her cell. She saw her lion Kel'Magnus laying on his side and she called out his name, but he didn't move.
"Come on, let's go." A guard pulled on her by the chain.
She looked inside and saw there were piles of meat in a bowl but Kel'Magnus was unresponsive, "Wait. His teeth aren't strong enough to eat whole meat yet, he still needs milk."
The chain was pulled harder and she was forced outside. The sun hurt her eyes, she was taken to a carriage, transferred over to Stormwind Keep, and came up the path and saw that the throne was empty, but Anduin's smell was still there, and the flood of memories came back to her from the time they first met, "Where's Anduin? Where is the king?" she asked.
No one was responsive.
Perfectia looked for the middle guard but was unsure if he was there or not, "Stonefield, where's Tommy-Joe Stonefield." She asked
"Stonefield with him, but he's on his way to Hearthglen." He said, angry.
"I thought that place was for paladins."
"Come on." One of the prison guards pulled on her chain and took her to the tower stairs behind the throne.
There was a whole new floor above the keep and Perfectia was taken to a room with a well-dressed black suited gnome, he stood in front of a canvas with a glass monocle in his eye, "Oh, so you're my subject today and…" He looked at her lower body in shock and awe, "Ahhhh…Woah… um…" He looked over at one of the guardsmen, "This is really going to be from the chest up?"
The guardsman nodded, "By his request, that's why you were hired."
He looked back at her and to the guardsmen, "Are you sure, because I could…"
The guardsmen rolled his eyes, "On your own time gnome." He looked over at Perfectia up and down, "But yeah, I get it."
The gnome looked over at her, "Well I've always wanted to paint some of the people from the enemy factions and this one is quite lovely to boot." His voice seemed high pitched and raspy.
"Zank you, gnome. Is zis Anduin's room?" Perfectia asked, looking around.
"It is and my name is Kirkland actually." He stated.
Perfectia bowed her head slightly, "Yes of course, Kirkland."
The guard started to remove her handcuffs. "If you try to escape we will have to cut you down, regardless of how 'lovely' you are." When his hands were in the area he brought his hand forward and placed it on Perfectia's arching hip. Then made eye contact.
She half smiled, and brought her face forward into the guardsmen helmet. Knocking him backwards like a bag of potatoes, and she heard a heavy snore and he was knocked out.
Several guards rushed in and drew their swords.
Kirkland held out his hands when they came in, "STOP! It's fine, it's fine, I saw the whole thing. He assaulted her, he touched her unwelcomely, and he got what he deserved."
One of the guards removed the helmet of the guard that tried to uncuff her, "She cracked the helmet, that could have killed him."
Perfectia touched her forehead as it hurt a little, "I wasn't trying to, but he was wearing a helmet so it's fine." She said,
The guard looked at his companion who just shrugged, "Bring crossbows and guns, we don't want to get within arms reach of her. Here." He tossed her a key. "Remove your own cuffs and toss them back to me."
She nodded, "Zat's fair." She did as she was told and riflemen replaced the plated guards.
The other guard laughed and looked at her in the prison clothes, as he could see her lean arms, strong trap muscles, and then those ridiculously thick legs and wide hips, "Let's hope Anduin never pisses you off." And they both dragged their unconscious companion out the door.
Perfectia rolled her eyes toward the guards and looked at the gnome and smiled.
The gnome Kirkland smiled and gestured over to the room divider and Perfectia walked toward it. There was a dress there and she held it up. It was mostly white with lighter shades of blue coming across. There were also strings of crystals lining the sides and a small piece of hanging cloth down the middle. It was heavier and longer than it looked, almost like a wedding gown. Perfectia pictured it dragging on the ground as she walked around, and she turned it about, "I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to get into one of these things?" She asked.
"Nurses!" Kirkland said loudly and clapped his hands.
Four somewhat elderly maid looking women, showed up in the room, and nearly tackled Perfectia as they tried to take off her clothes. "HEY!" Perfectia shouted.
"Be careful with them, Perfectia. They're old ladies, let them work." Kirkland ordered her.
They were surprisingly rough, they moved about Perfectia's body pitching areas of her skin as they took off her clothing, tried to take areas of her hair, and put tape around her. "We are going to need a bigger dress I think." One of them stated.
"What are her measurements?" One of them asked
"30 bust, 28 waist, and…" Struggled to get her arms completely across Perfectia's hips, "55 inch hips?!" She sighed, "We're going to have to do some adjustments."
Perfectia sighed, "It's fine. I could help you if you want, I usually have to do adjustments for most of the armor I wear." and took off her top.
One of them gasped as they saw the necklace that was around her neck. They all stopped and looked at it and Perfectia held the necklace in her hand and covered the picture. "Did our king give that to you?" One of them asked.
Perfectia was hesitant as she looked into the maid's eyes, but she nodded.
The maid smiled at Perfectia, "We're so sorry. We were trying to get this done as fast as we could, but we'll give you our best work now."
Perfectia smiled and nodded, "Merci." She said,
Much more calmly than before, they helped her into the dress, cut and sewed fabric onto the dress so it would fit around her hips and then zipped it up from the back. Sprinkling the perfume of the morning sun, laces and bracelets upon her hands and gown seem needless and vain compared to the one jem she cherished around her neck. There were a few whispered statements about Anduin's preferences for large hips and about how they thought he was gay, a eunuch, or asexual.
"'He's not a eunuch," Perfectia said, offended, "He could rearrange your crusty old ovary and make an omelet."
The maids laughed, "Oh, she got a mouth on her too." She looked away, "We're sorry. We've just never seen him show interest in anyone romantically and I have attractive granddaughters that tried flirting with him before."
Perfectia looked down uncertainly, "What are ze women zat 'ave tried to court 'im like?"
She looked away, smiled, and shook her head, "Nothing like you. Certainly not one that could knock out an armored guard in one strike."
Perfectia kept the necklace in front of her for all eyes to see. The nurses took their time and Kirkland became impatient, "This is only going to be from the chest up, you girls don't have to do her nails, you know." He said.
"Let us work." One of them said to him,
The dress Perfectia wore was lovely as she wore it and sat on a both elegant and comfortable chair that kept her upright. The nurses did her makeup, put on some long white gloves, embroidered her hair in shining white gems, and gave her matching white gem earrings. Then slicked back her short hair and secured it with a large silver wing shaped hairpin.
"There, finally!" Kirkland shouted, "Now try not to move Perfectia." He said.
Kirkland put on some strange looking engineer glasses and made small pokes with his brush as he looked back and forth. "What color do you want your eyes to be?" He asked.
"What color are they?" Perfectia asked.
"Green." Kirkland stated, "I was told they were golden, and I was really looking forward to using this paint." He stated
Perfectia sighed, looked around seeming disappointed, "Make them gold then, I've been away from the sun for too long, and it's how Anduin remembered meeting me."
He nodded and smiled. He made small dips with the brush poking it continuously in the same area, looking back and forth, Perfectia subconsciously smiled as she made eye contact with the gnome, "Try not to smile, or you're going to have to hold that pose for the whole painting." Kirkland stated.
Perfectia nodded, "Sorry."
Perfectia stood still and thought back on her times in Silvermoon as a child and how her mother was the epitome of elegance and grace. How she walked, how she talked, and how she sat, and Perfectia just let herself get lost in thought, entertained by the idea of what her life could have been like if Arthas never attacked her home that day. Perfectia would be moving with the same grace she would, she might have even mastered the ways of the Arcane as a mage or been a Priest of the Light. It was a far-off thought, but it kept her entertained nonetheless, and kept her from moving as she pictured how proud her mother was and how amazing her heritage was. The music, the dances, the food, the wildlife, and parties. She was a child the whole time, but she did watch from afar, entranced by the level of grace and elegance her people once were. That pride of once better times had kept her going throughout the years and she imagined that it was like that too for her people as well.
"Okay and done." Kirkland stated. "Thank you, you are quite the model."
Perfectia came out of her daydream and looked at him, "May I see it?"
Kirkland smiled and nodded his head and gestured toward the painting. He took off his monocle and handed it to her. The image was small, small enough to fit into Anduin's compass and she put on the monocle and took a closer look. It was beautiful, and she hadn't even looked in the mirror once since the nurses started dressing her up, "Is that really me?" Perfectia asked.
The gnome lifted his hand toward a mirror, smiled, and nodded.
Perfectia looked and couldn't believe what she saw, she lifted her dress and quickly shuffled over to it for a closer look. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped as she saw herself in a light she had never seen before, she looked at herself and blinked several times as she watched her eyes change from green to gold again. "That's…." she said in disbelief. She looked at the sides of her face moving her head.
"Do you like it?" One of the nurses asked.
Perfectia put her hands over her face and nose, looked over at the nurse, and nodded her head.
The nurse rushed over with a rag, "No, don't cry, don't cry. You'll spread your makeup." She said as she batted parts of her eyes to keep the tears from falling, "Those golden eyes really are lovely."
Perfectia nodded trying to regain some composure, "Merci beaucoup." She said as she looked down at herself.
"Okay we're done!" Kirkland said as he spoke to the guards.
Three of them came in and gasped as they saw her. Perfectia looked at them and looked down at herself, "Yes…" one of the guardsmen said in shock, "We need you to change into your older clothes and we'll take you back." He said as kindly as he could.
Perfectia curtsied with her dress and bowed her head and the three guards returned less graceful bows with their hands at their sides.
He looked back at herself in the fine dress and didn't want to take it off. Then she looked at the guards, "I have no plans on leaving Stormwind and I think this is where Anduin would want me to be when he comes back, don't you agree?"
One of the guards shrugged and looked at the other and he shook his head, "He's not going to be back for a while and you still have a trial. I'm sorry, you being a member of the opposing faction disqualifies you for bail."
"Yes, I understand." Perfectia changed into the old gear, but left her makeup and hairpin in her head, walked out of Stormwind Keep, and got on the carriage going back to the Stockades. "About what I said earlier." The prison guard said, "I'm sorry. You do look quite lovely."
Perfectia looked down and nodded her head, but she looked at the prison guards eyes, "Where's he anyway?" She asked.
The prison guard sighed, "He's on his way to siege the gates of Lordaeron."
Perfectia looked down, breathing fast, as she recalled painful memories, shaking her head, "Will he meet Sylvanas there?" she asked.
The prison guard shrugged, "Most likely."
Perfectia looked down, "I need to go. I have to save him." He looked at the guard, "Please, let me go."
The prison guard sighed and rolled his eyes, "He'll return, and if he doesn't we still need to keep you in the Stockades until your trial. With or without him, you will most likely be released."
Perfectia looked away and shook her head. Then she looked at the guard, "I don't want to take that chance, just let me go. I don't want to hurt you." She said,
The prison guard laughed and shrugged, "You won't, you're still in chains my lady, whether you stole the king's heart or not, we need to keep you here until he returns."
"If he returns?" Perfectia stated and he looked at the guard.
The guard looked at her up and down, "Let me recheck her cuffs" He leaned forward and pulled her hands forward so her ear was near his month, "You got one shot. Make it count." He whispered and released the cuffs.
A few minutes later they came to the Stockades and Perfectia was held on by the hands. She tilted her head to the side, grabbed the hairpin behind her head, changed it into the Corrupted Ashbringer, and hit the guard in the face with the cross-guard of it. She slammed his head into the floor with her hands knocking him out.
There were still two guards left. Perfectia noticed one of the guard's breathed in deeply and she rushed in and bashed him across the face with the blunt side of the Corrupted Ashbringer knocking him out. She lifted her sword high in the air and saw the guard raise his shield up as he looked at the sword. She kicked him in the groin while he was distracted making him heave over and followed through with her attack bashing him on the back of his helmet.
Perfectia unsummoned the Corrupted Ashbringer and took the keys off the guards and walked down to the Stockades to get her things and her lion Kel'Magnus. She reached down and Kel'Magnus was warm and barely breathing. She touched the sides of the lion's legs and felt his ribs on the side of his body and he was so skinny, "No." Perfectia held him in his arms, "What did they do to you?" she said as she picked him up. Perfectia expected herself to start crying, but the glow in her eyes in that dark room changed. One of her eyes had changed glowing blue, "Kill them all." A voice in her head spoke.
"No," Perfectia shook her head, "We have to help Kel'Magnus first." She said out loud. Perfectia looked up at the image of Imperfecta showing up in front of her. It was her mirror image, but she still had long hair and Perfectia walked through her and walked outside.
"Protecto." She whispered, "Protecto, where are you?" she called out quietly. There was no sign of him, Perfectia looked around and saw that the guards she knocked out were starting to get up again. With her lion in both of her hands she couldn't fight. Perfectia put both her fingers in her mouth and whistled as loud as she could. That got the attention of other guards in the area, but it also got the attention of her dragon Protecto and she heard him roar from far away. One of the guards nearby came over to her, "A blood elf!" He shouted and came down with his sword on her. Perfectia attempted to kick the guard in the chest but only made contact with his shield and he pushed her backwards on the ground with her lion in her arms. Perfectia felt dread as the guard was following through with another attack, she couldn't think of what to do, her lion was in her arms, so she just held him tightly as the guardsmen came down with his sword.
The Corrupted Ashbringer was summoned but Perfectia didn't have it in her hands. Perfectia looked up at the image of Imperfecta as she was holding the sword in her hand blocking the attack and pushed the guard backwards. The guardsmen looked about the sword. He couldn't see Imperfecta, just a floating Corrupted Ashbringer in the air, "A Death Knight?" the guardsmen said in disbelief. "A DEATH KNIGHT!" The guardsmen shouted.
Protecto finally showed up and so did more guards. Protecto breathed magical fire on the guards that were there and they flitched backward as they felt his flames.
"Protecto!" Perfectia shouted, "Change into an elf and give me my garrison hearthstone." She ordered.
Protecto let out another breath of fire on the guards and in a cloud of black smoke Protecto was a blood elf paladin. He tossed the hearthstone to her and cast a protection spell on her, so she could use it uninterrupted. Perfectia lined her fingers across the stone and started casting the teleport spell.
Protecto cast another protection spell on himself and started using a regular hearthstone. The guards attacked them both relentlessly, "Bring a mage!" one of the guards shouted, but it was too late.
"I'll see you later, Perfectia." Protecto said and he was using his hearthstone.
Perfectia smiled at him as she casted her own spell, "Thank you."
Perfectia traveled through the great blue and was in Draenor for the first time in a very long time.
"Commander?" An orc in black armor looked at her curiously.
Perfectia smiled at him and nodded her head at the orc, "Hi Zog, I told you you don't have to call me that anymore, it's just Perfectia please."
Warmaster Zog nodded his head, "Of course, Perfectia." He looked at what she was holding in her arms, "That lion doesn't look very good."
Perfectia grunted out a sarcastic laugh, "Stormwind Stockade hospitality." She said sarcastically. "I trust Levitius has been able to take over my duties while I've been gone." Perfectia asked, "I really need his help."
Warmaster Zog pointed outward, "She's by the forge and by the way and…" he stopped for a second, "You look lovely."
Perfectia smiled, looked down, and back at him, "Stormwind hospitality, thank you." She nodded and said.
Warmaster Zog looked at Perfectia inquisitively and watched her leave.
Perfectia walked outside and saw the green orc tinkering away at her next gadget. She talked like an ogre, but she was extremely talented in the ways of engineering. She was also an experienced beast master hunter which is why Perfectia came to the Draenor in the first place.
Levitius saw her approaching and saw what was in her arms. She dropped all her metal tools and ran up to her, "What happened?!" she said as she took the cub away from her.
Perfectia had a guilty look on her face, "I couldn't take him off his mother's milk yet, and the people in the Stockades were just giving him meat."
Levitius put her finger in his mouth, "He's dehydrated too." Levitius carried him over to the mount stables. "I have a Clefthoof that should still be nursing, but he needs something to chew on if his teeth are going to develop."
"Is he going to make it?" I asked.
Levitius laugh, "He be fine. Rehydration is easy fix, but he's too young to be hunter pet, and it will take some work before he's combat ready. Who gave him to you?"
Perfectia thought back and didn't want to say outright that it was Anduin Wrynn, "Someone very special to me, I guess he thought I could raise him until he was old enough to be combat ready."
Levitius looked at her inquisitive, "This is the kind of gift you give to a lover, has an orc chosen you as his mate?"
"No," Perfectia answered quickly, but turned red at the thought, "but… if he wasn't an orc, is it still a lover's gift?"
Levitius looked up and thought, "The way I see it, yes."
Perfectia smiled gleefully, opened her arms, and hugged Levitius, "Please take care of him." She asked.
Levitius hugged her back, "I will and I'm happy for you, whoever he is." Levitius lightly pushed her away, "Someone's been looking for you for the past week now."
Perfectia shrugged and shook her head, "Who?"
Levitius thought back and tried to recall, "He didn't give me a name and he looked odd, undead, I think. He walked upright. Also, kind of smartass. He's in Wor'gol if you wanna go meet him. He seemed a little too secretive for me to trust so I sent him there. The Frost Wolf Clan seem to trust him though."
Perfectia thought back and wondered what she had to lose, it wasn't that far away. "I'll head over there then."
"Be careful." Levitius warned.
Perfectia took the flight path and started asking around if there was someone looking for her and she saw a black figure with two thin swords on his cloak, with white hair, and elf ears sitting by the fire. She approached him slowly trying to make out where she had seen him, "Are you?"
He turned his head slightly, "Hey Perfectia." He looked over at her with glowing red eyes, "You've grown so much."
Perfectia put her hands over her face and tears were falling down her face, "Lirath?"
He nodded his head, stood up with ease, smiled, and she hugged him, "I missed you so much." She said,
Lirath held her, "I missed you too. You look so lovely."
Perfectia cried on his shoulder, "I broke my vows to you, I'm so sorry."
Lirath continued to hold her, "It's okay. I'm so sorry I made you carry that burden for so long."
Perfectia reached in her bag and pulled out her diary, "I've been writing. I've written so much, I could tell you so many stories and I'm in love."
Lirath smiled at her, "I'm so happy for you."
"I can protect you now, Lirath." Perfectia claimed, "I am so much stronger now. So much stronger than any of those rangers on that plantation we first met, no one is going to hurt you I promise."
Lirath laughed slightly and thought back, "I left those people a long time ago, they were so inhumane."
Perfectia looked Lirath up and down, "But you're walking without a cane."
Lirath nodded, "I've traveled a bit. The naruu restored my body in Outland, I made friends with Darion Mograine, he taught me how to use my powers again, and I haven't needed help staying in exile, but I missed you so much." He pointed at Farseer Drak'Thar, "He told me I should wait here for you. He knew that you broke your vows and found me."
Perfectia thought back to the last time she saw him, "You didn't try to speak to me when I was about to tell Salvanas?"
Lirath sighed, "You were about to break your vows and she was going to kill you, at best she would have let you die from fever, I'm so sorry Perfectia. I wasn't ready for her to know, not yet anyways."
Perfectia thought back, "I told Vereesa…"
Lirath nodded and smiled, "And I'm glad that you did."
Perfectia looked away and thought back, "Alleria knows as well…"
Lirath looked down, nodded, then looked at Perfectia, "I will be coming forward soon, if there's anything these Frost Wolves have taught me since I've been here on Draenor it's the importance of family."
I smiled and shrugged, "I can protect you you know, you don't have to be afraid, I have the power of the Mograine soul. I can summon the Ashbringer at will, if the reasons are virtuous."
Lirath smiled, thought back, and shook his head. "It doesn't always come out when you want to though does it?"
Perfectia sighed, "It's complicated. My sword arm also starts going numb if I use it too much."
"I can take care of myself." Lirath said.
Perfectia looked at him questionably, "How have you managed to stay in exile for so long. I'm sure someone has recognized you or at least seen you."
Lirath thought back, "I've made some friends, and there have been people that have tried to hunt me that needed to die, and then there are the curious passing by."
Perfectia looked at him somewhat disturbed, "You don't kill every person that steps in your direction, do you?"
Lirath laughed, "No, there are more complex rune spells that Darion didn't teach to any of his Death Knights. Spells that influence minds, it was how I was able to speak to you. I can even temporarily make someone do or say something that they wouldn't normally do."
Perfectia looked at him confused, "That doesn't seem right."
Lirath nodded, "I never said it was, but I told Darion my intentions and he trusted me enough to teach me these techniques and I don't plan on betraying that."
Perfectia looked at him confused. "So, you can read minds?" Perfectia asked
Lirath shrugged, "If there's information I'm looking for. I've been battling Farseer Drak'Thar for the past few-"
"Puppies!" Farseer Drak'Thar shouted.
Lirath looked over at Farseer Drak'Thar suddenly, "No, that did not count!" He shouted.
Farseer Drak'Thar laughed, "Oh, I knew I was going to win when she showed up."
Lirath sighed and shook his head, "What was yours?" Lirath asked.
"Charcoal." He answered.
Lirath looked up and thought, "I kept thinking of embers or flares."
Farseer Drak'Thar walked over to Lirath, "Come on, hand it over."
Lirath handed Farseer Drak'Thar a large piece of leather with the word 'puppies' on it and showed Lirath a stone with the word 'charcoal' on it. "I'm going to sleep, better luck next time elf. Next time pick something that's not in the campsite." Farseer Drak'Thar stated.
Lirath moved his hair backwards in frustration, "Yeah, he's good. We've been at it since last night."
Perfectia looked at him confused, "Was that like 20 questions?"
Lirath shook his head, "Not really… It was my turn to guess a word, but if he would have gotten it wrong he would have lost. but if you stop thinking about that thing, well, you can just hang out and maybe give each other some clues."
Perfectia shrugged, "So when I asked you if you could read minds, you slipped."
Lirath nodded, "Basically. It's actually a lot of fun, but looks strange to everyone else though."
Perfectia shrugged nervously, "So are you basically a Death Knight now?"
Lirath shrugged, thought back, and shook his head, "I wouldn't consider myself one, it's kind of a style I made up combining traits from Darion and the Windrunner ranger school, I've even made my own rune spells, but it's mostly swordplay and tools of the ranger trade."
Perfectia looked at Lirath's shoulder, "Why two swords on the same shoulder? I can't imagine you can dual wield like that."
Lirath smiled and laughed slightly, "One for killing and one for dancing." He said sarcastically.
Perfectia looked at him confused.
Lirath sighed, "That was a joke. I use one for killing, one for training. The one I use for training is heavier and if I find myself in a sticky situation I'll use it, but I don't see people, so I pick up a random one I find and use it for day to day killing for animals and what not."
Perfectia tilted her head at him and half smiled, "You didn't seem to have a sense of humor when I met you."
Lirath shrugged and shook his head, "Well it's kind of hard to develop one when everyone agrees with what you say." He thought back, "Darion was so dark, but never self-loathing. He didn't tolerate it not once. When people tried to rain sob stories on him, me myself included, he would just roll his eyes and shrug. I found that humor was the only way to get under his skin."
"Like how?" Perfectia asked.
"My father always taught me that speed and finesse would beat out strength and savagery, but in the case of the orcs I was wrong, dead wrong. But I've had time to practice." Lirath explained.
Perfectia laughed slightly, "Dark."
Lirath nodded, "Thanks. Not funny though, right?"
Perfectia looked him in the eye's, "Are you reading my mind?"
Lirath nodded and smiled, "I've been trying and I can't, I get the feeling you have highly visual memory. Anduin… You just said his name a few times just now. But most of your thoughts come really fast. Farseer Drak'Thar does the same thing with all his predictions and it's strange because he's blind."
Perfectia looked away, thought back, and looked Lirath in the eye's, "You know, Vereesa taught me how to hunt like a ranger. Is that what you do?"
Lirath shook his head, "It's not that either." Lirath shrugged, "Listen, I don't need your protection, but I feel like I need to come forward soon, but I'm scared, admittedly."
Perfectia looked down, "Sylvanas might try to kill you if you won't partner with her ambition. Alleria's void power is dangerous. I'm afraid she is not as in control of it as she thinks, and Vereesa will put her children first if she thinks you're potentially dangerous."
Lirath smiled a look of shock, "I have nieces or nephews, describe what they look like..."
"Uh… Yeah twins, they look like Ronin expect…"
He looked at her confused, "You kissed him? Don't do that again. 16?"
"Stop that!" Perfectia pleaded, putting her palms on her forehead, looked away and looked over at him, "Stop laughing at me…"
"I mean you're not the only one that slows it down for intimacy." Lirath looked away regretfully, "I want to come home… But people like their secrets, and I'm scared they won't be the people I remember or they'll try to be… and…"
Perfectia hugged him, "It will take some work, but I think it will be worth it. I understand if you're scared, I would be too."
Lirath nodded and looked into Perfectia's eyes, "Promise me that if something happens to me, and my sisters, you'll send us with your blessings. I don't want to see that void again. For me and my sister Sylvanas, I know she doesn't deserve to suffer that, so I don't have to be afraid anymore?"
Perfectia nodded, "By the Light I hold so dear, I make this vow to you Lirath. Even if I must wait in purgatory for eternity, I will show you and your sisters to the Light."
Perfectia's eyes glowed so bright that Lirath had to cover his face to block the light. Golden runes showed up on Perfectia's body and she floated in the air for a few seconds. Golden wings sprouted behind her back and she slowly came back down to the ground with her new-found strength again.
Perfectia looked at her arms and saw and felt the Light go into her veins again, "Lirath?" Perfectia called.
"Yeah, I'll get you something." Lirath asked curiously. Lirath looked around and saw that there was a crate of apples. He went to it, picked up an apple and threw it at her.
Perfectia took a bite of it and looked around as the colors danced around her eyes as she smiled, "I'm back." She said,
Warmaster Zog came from the flight path and ran up to Perfectia, "Commander, um, I mean Perfectia. The Alliance have begun to lay siege on Brill, it won't last long until they're on the gates of Lordaeron. They need you, if you take portals you should be able to get there on time."
Perfectia looked at Lirath, "I have to go, Anduin needs me."
"What?!" Zog and Lirath said at the same time with looks of shock on their faces.
Perfectia looked at them both, "You heard me." She said,
"Perfectia wait..." Lirath said to her.
She stopped.
"Don't mention the head thing anymore please? I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. "
She looked down, and nodded, "I won't."
He smiled and he knew she meant it, "Thank you."
Perfectia got on the flight path headed to Ashren, "I will find you, my love." She said to herself several times as she flew.