Twisted Endeavour (Part 1)

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Topic/Postby Sarawr » 14 Aug 2008, 07:42

She caressed the white mane of her talbuk while waiting for her brother. Many thoughts passed her mind, but none of them paid no importance to her. Except one. A sigh slipped through her lips and the burden grew stronger on her shoulders when she remembered the one she had loved, but never had a chance to told him about it. He had disappeared, just like she did, but she held the hope in her heart that perhaps one day she would see him again. Alas, she knew it all would be different. She had changed and she feared that he wouldn't remember her.

Footsteps on the snow cut her thoughts and she turned to look at Aryon. He had noticed her being in thought and she saw him smiling faintly. "You are thinking about him, are you? That one you met long ago. What was his name again?"
"It doesn't matter," she sighed and shook her head. "Doesn't matter..."
"If you say so," he smiled and placed his hand on her shoulder for a moment. "Let us go somewhere else. This place is too crowded right now." He pointed out at the goblins, the travellers and the noise. She agreed and mounted, peering around to see where his mount was. He grinned and called forth his steed from the nether and they rode to the safe distance where they would be left alone.

They stood at the top of one hill, watching the frozen lake below and the talbuk wandered alone nearby in safe distance. They were silent, as was everything else around them, except when they heard distant yells and screams of battle. Rayaleith closed her eyes, trying to relax and waited that Aryon would say something. They waited, and the silence grew stronger. She felt the breeze from north, cold as usual and it sting under the plate she was wearing and shivered.
"Why did you search for me?" she asked breaking the silence and peered at Aryon, inspecting his face hoping to see something, anything, that would reveal his thoughts. But he remained calm, silent, and his eyes had a glimpse of anger in them. "Please, tell me what's troubling you!"
He didn't look at her, but stared far in to the distance, agitated. "It is what they said about you, that you betrayed them!" he shouted at her and took hold of her plated arm, squeezing as hard as he could, and set curses on her that made her scream in agony and fall to her knees. Seeing this he stepped backwards and shook his head. "I can't..." he mumbled. "I can't do what they asked from me... but they want a proof. I have to take something from you... so they know I have killed you."

She stared at him, her eyes widened and she felt her anger to grow. She took her sword and pointed it at him. "You have betrayed me," she growled. "If you want anything from me you have to fight for it!"
"I can't!" he yelled. "You are my sister, Raya. I can't kill you."
"Then what do they want as a proof that I am dead?"
"Your eye..." he sighed. "Look, there is no need to do this now. We can.. fix it later, right?" He seemed desperate, begging her and she listened, pondering what they should do. After brief moment she lowered her sword and eyed him with pity. "One week," she said. "Come to Shattrath after one week is over."
"One week," he repeated and nodded, beginning to summon his felsteed once again. Aryon peered down at her and smiled faintly. "I will see you in Shattrath then."
"Until then, my brother," she smiled and whistled to call her talbuk that came from below galloping to meet his mistress. She waited that he was in safe distance before mounting up and rode back to Everlook to get help to tender the burnmarks those curses had made on her. She let the thoughts pass her mind but one made her smile, one that she had thought to forget. She knew she would have restless night and decided to pack her belongings before heading out, requesting that the stables would take care of her talbuk until she returns and tapped her hearthstone few times, yanking herself through the nether to Shattrath, smelling its air with a frown and called for her wyvern to ride quickly over the winds.
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