âHave the results of the scrying come back?â Relâin demanded impassively when his assistant entered the room.
âYes, Master,â the human said, sniveling and bowing.
âEnough of that,â Relâin said coldly, waving off the customary formalities. His people may call him a traitor but he still held to the old ways, when convenient. âMake your report.â
âIt seems that rumors of Verylâs charms were greatly exaggerated,â the assistant said lamely. Cringing at the flash of irritation in his masterâs eyes, he made his report hastily. âIt was a woman who killed him. Cut him to shreds with her dagger. Not an assassin,â he said, seeing his master open his mouth to ask, âone of our kind. Or, rather, one of your kind.â
âAnd what would an elven woman be doing sneaking into our library? Has the inventory been completed? Do we know what she stole?â
âYes, Master. She took the âTome of the Cabal.ââ
âI see,â Relâin said stiffly. âSend word to the other covens with her description. Have them keep an eye out for this elven woman. Find out how she managed to infiltrate our upper floors and have the guards who let her through flogged. Veryl may have tolerated your lack of discipline and your laziness, but, by Sargeras, I wonât!â
âIt will be as you command, Master. What orders shall I send out concerning the woman, should she be found?â
âThat she is to be captured alive and sent to me. I will show her what we do to a trespassing thief myself. Now leave. You are dismissed.â
The human bowed his way out of his masterâs presence, wiping sweat from his forehead once he was well out of the room.
âHow did he take it, Ragnar?â an orc woman asked, cringing at the mere thought of their new master.
âSurprisingly well. Find out the names of the guards on duty on the upper levels that night, Gazrah. He wants them flogged for dereliction of duty.â
âHe wants to flog demons? Does he know just how barely under control we have them? Ever since theâŚâ the orc asked, confused.
âNo, but Iâm not going to be the one to tell him that Veryl had us using demons as guards on the upper levels. Make up a name, pick someone at random, I donât care. Just letâs find someone to for him to use to slake his temper. He makes my skin crawl!â
âWe could kill him,â Gazrah suggested in a soft whisper.
âTheyâd just send another to replace him. Titans take me, where does the Legion keep finding these blasted elves? Speaking of which, let me tell you about the one who broke into our library.â
âHe must have been a skilled thief,â Gazrah said simply. Ragnar sighed. No matter how long orcs studied the Art, they would never be known for their brilliant deductive reasoning.
âHe is actually a she. And she is actually an elf. Sheâs about my height, blonde, straight hair that hangs to just about here,â he said, raising a hand about halfway between his jaw and shoulder. âSheâs got those glowing green eyes that scream âblood elfâ from across the continent. Her face looks like a she-foxâs, but then, all elf faces look like that. Pass her description around to everyone,â he muttered, âIâve got to send it off to the other covens. Oh, and, he wants her alive.â
âI see,â Gazrah grunted. Without another word, she turned on her heel to begin spreading the intruderâs description amongst the members of the coven in Desolace. If Relâin wanted the thief alive, she and Ragnar needed to be certain she reached him alive if they wished to remain alive themselves. Inwardly, the orc woman shuddered. If Relâin wanted the thief alive, it was only because he planned to make her beg for death. Veryl may have been a twisted and sadistic son of a bitch, but Relâinâs tender mercies would have even the most hardened whore swearing celibacy before the night was over.
Provided, of course, she survived.
~*~*~*~
âGerâalin, let her sleep!â Callie muttered when she saw the elf start to sneak over to clap his hands in front of Alayneâs face to wake her. âItâs so much easier on us if sheâs out cold when we have to fly.â
âIf you wake her, you get to ride with her,â Zerith warned. âAnd see these?â he said, lifting one of his sisterâs hands up so that Gerâalin could get a good look at it. âThey may look like ordinary fingers and fingernails to you but â if youâre smart, youâll just take my word for it âthey are really the Legendary Claws of Doom in disguise.â
âFine, fine. Have it your way,â Gerâalin said. âI was just hoping to make her laugh a little before we all head off for Desolace. I sent the others on with the mounts hours ago. If we take a flight now, we should just beat them to ShadowpreyVillage.â
âDid you get a look at the mounts they are giving us?â Zerith asked. âWhat are they like?â
âOh, I didnât pay much attention to them,â Gerâalin answered. âThe handlers said that they were all battle-trained. Unfortunately, none of us has much practice with mounted combat. I have just enough to be able to tell you that it is nothing at all like fighting on the ground. Anyway, I will say this; the mounts match our group quite well. A rather diverse mix, just like us. Youâll get to see them when we get to Shadowprey.â
âWell, letâs get going, then,â the priest said as he lifted Alayne up and began to walk towards the wyvern roosts.
âHere, Zerith, Iâll take her,â Gerâalin offered. âI know youâd rather share a wyvern with Darâja,â he whispered, giving the priest a conspiratorial wink.
âThank you, but no,â Zerith said, his face flushing. âYour offer isâŚmost welcome but I would not inflict the risk of Alayne wakening while in mid-air on my worst enemy, let alone you, my friend.â
âThe sacrifices you make for your sister,â Gerâalin grinned. âI hope she appreciates them. Well then, as you said, letâs get going.â
~*~*~*~
âNot back there. Anywhere but back there,â Alayne pleaded. âDonât make me go back to where heâŚwhere IâŚjust donât make me go back there!â she screamed, tears running down her face.
What? A warlock whoâs afraid?
âOh, not you again,â she shouted. âWho are you and why wonât you leave me alone?â
You know who I am.
In the distance of the dreamscape ahead, Alayne could see a misty figure wavering and solidifying, transforming from nothing into substance. Moving closer, she watched the mist coalesce into a sinâdorei woman dressed in the same kind of armor Alayneâs father had worn into his last battle. An ornate hilt rose over her left shoulder, attesting to the blade strapped to her back. Alayne moved closer, peering up into the dream-womanâs face. Her eyes widened in shock and she shrieked when her own face stared back at her, her own eyes meeting hers, dull, lifeless, and cold. She could still hear her other selfâs laughter as she clawed her way to wakefulness.
âHey, stop thrashing around so much or youâll fall off!â she heard Zerith call out. The sound of rushing wind filled her ears and she thought she felt a harsh breeze stinging her eyes. Opening them, she looked up and saw Zerith looking down at her. âOh no,â he moaned. âWhy couldnât you stay asleep for just another five minutes?â
Alayne blinked at him in confusion. Then, she clutched at him wildly when the ground beneath them gave way, dipping violently. Alayne buried her face in her brotherâs chest, dug her fingers into his shoulders, and tried very hard not to scream at the top of her lungs when she realized that the ground had not dipped; the wyvern she was riding on had. Zerith gritted his teeth and focused on ignoring the fact that her nails were digging into his back. âSheâs scared to death of flying,â he reminded himself again and again. âAviophobia is a common fear. Nothing to worry over or get angry about.â
After a few more minutes, the wyvern spiraled down and landed near the roost at ShadowpreyVillage. Zerith managed to dismount, dragging Alayne off with him, and waited for the others to land.
âYou can open your eyes now. Weâre on nice, solid ground,â he whispered desperately, the pain of her nails digging into his shoulders bringing tears to his eyes. Once Alayne had ascertained that they were, indeed, no longer flying, she let Zerith set her on the ground.
âSorry about that,â she muttered contritely.
âApology accepted if youâll promise to trim those claws of yours before we have to fly again. If you want to make up for it, you could tell me whatâs bothering you, Alayne. Iâm really worried about you. You havenât been yourself for a while now.â He sighed when Alayne just looked more uncomfortable. âAt least tell me what you were dreaming about that had you whimpering and thrashing about when we were in mid-air.â
Alayne glanced around with a sigh. Part of her wanted to confess to everything, to pile it all on his shoulders and cower in his embrace. Part of her wanted to hold it in until she developed the strength of mind to deal with it herself. Back and forth the argument raged within her. She sighed and shook her head as if to clear it. Zerith would no doubt think she had been driven mad if she told him of the voices. And, he might think she had brought rough treatment on herself during her test. After all, he had approved of her past working in a tavern about as much as her mother had. Shreds of her terrifying dream still clung to her, freezing her tongue.
âThere you are!â Darâja called out as she hurried up the path to them, cutting Alayne off before she could argue herself into or out of talking. âOh,â the elven woman said, blushing, âam I interrupting something?â
âNo, no,â Alayne said cheerfully, her smile masking the relief and irritation mixing within her. âI was just going to tell Zerith that we should stay clear of the area called Mannoroc Coven. Jezâral told me that a bunch of cultists have taken over the ruins there. Theyâre followers of the Burning Legion, meaning âinsane.â IâllâŚlet you two chat for a bit. IâmâŚgoing to go see whatâŚthe others are up to,â she babbled, turning back down the path and heading towards the crowds.
âWhat did I interrupt?â Darâja asked guiltily.
âNothing,â Zerith sighed. âSadly nothing.â
âIâm sorry,â Darâja said. âI can go back and get her and leave you two alone to talk, if you want.â
âI donât think it would do any good, but I thank you for the offer,â Zerith smiled. âNow, what did you want us for? Are you feeling better? How’s your head?â
âI’m fine. That tea you gave me did the trick. You must come see the mounts. Gerâalin and Tauâre have started assigning them out and I thought you and Alayne might want to pick yours out before the best ones are all taken.â
âThen letâs get going,â he chuckled, letting her loop her arm through his as they hurried to the outskirts of the village. The mishmash of people who formed the Disorder of Azeroth were going through the motions of saddling whatever mount had been set aside for them. Tauren worked to loop girdles around wide-bellied kodos while orcs and trolls coaxed wolves and raptors to accept the bits of bridles. Elves and Forsaken climbed aboard the backs of hawkstriders, horses, or skeletal horses. Gerâalin stood, the reins of a warhorse in his hands, giving directions on how to form ranks that could barely be heard over the cacophony. Glancing up, he saw Zerith and Darâja approaching. Waving to them, he shouted something over his shoulder. As the two drew closer, they could see Alayne tugging on the reins of a warhorse much like the one Gerâalin led. Standing near her was a hawkstrider. Gerâalin rolled his eyes and, with a muttered âHold these, please,â to Darâja as he thrust the reins of his horse in her direction, walked over to help the warlock out. Zerith and Darâja tried not to laugh as Alayne and Gerâalin engaged in what could only have been an argument about how to get the horse to move. Unable to hear what the pair were saying over the din, they could only imagine what words were accompanying the florid gestures the paladin and the warlock made. Finally, Gerâalin said something that made Alayne stop with a start. Then, with a laugh, she threw the reins at him and picked up those belonging to the hawkstrider.
âOkay, you win,â Zerith heard Alayne say to Gerâalin as the pair came closer, leading the animals.
âConsider it your lesson for the day,â the fighter smiled. Turning to Darâja, he took back the reins heâd given her earlier, passing her those of the horse that had been giving Alayne trouble. âWhen I saw this beauty, I just knew it was for you,â he said smoothly. Darâja cocked an eyebrow at him, not sure quite how to take that. âHeâs strong, well-trained, dedicatedâŚâ
ââŚand stubborn,â Alayne laughed. Gerâalin shot her a look that would have nailed any other person to the wall. âCallie told me what you said.â
âYes, thank you, Callie,â Gerâalin muttered beneath his breath. âAnyway, heâs good. My word of honor on it. A little head-strong but good nonetheless.â
âThank you, Gerâalin,â Darâja said warmly. Gerâalin did a double-take but wisely kept his mouth shut.
âThis oneâs for you,â Alayne said, handing the reins of the hawkstrider to Zerith. âSheâs sweet.â
âThank you, I think,â he muttered, eyeing the bird warily. âMind telling me how Iâm supposed to get up there?â he whispered to Alayne. Heâd had to whisper loudly to be heard over the roar of the crowd around them.
âIâll show you how,â Darâja offered. Alayne grinned at her and stepped aside. âFirst, you just put your hand here,â the paladin said as she took Zerithâs hand and lifted it to the hawkstriderâs neck. âJust press a little to signal that you want her to let you mount. See?â she said, as the bird bent its knees, lowering its body closer to the ground. âNow, you just put one foot in the stirrup and swing your other leg over. Iâll hold the reins while you do that.â
Praying that he wouldnât fall off or get tangled in his robes while climbing up, Zerith managed to get aboard his mount without too many problems. Darâja flipped the reins over the hawkstriderâs neck and mounted her warhorse, bringing it next to Zerith. âI think Iâll call him âSunstrider,ââ she said, patting her warhorseâs neck. âWhat will you name her?â she asked, pointing to the hawkstrider.
âUmâŚElâa,â he said. âWhat? That was the name of my familyâs pet cat!â
âItâs a nice name,â Darâja said soothingly. âWhat about you, Gerâalin? What name will you give your distinguished partner in battle?â
Shooting her a wicked grin, he leapt into the saddle of his warhorse. âHis name is âLucky.ââ
Alayne, Zerith, and Gerâalin roared with laughter at the outraged look on her face.
âOkay, enough horsing around,â Gerâalin said once heâd finished laughing. âLetâs try to form ranks so that we can at least move around without trampling everyone.â
~*~*~*~
Alayne collapsed into the pool, her legs feeling like jelly. âI wish there were a hot spring somewhere close by,â she muttered as she massaged her aching thighs. The cold salty water of the ocean didnât do much to relax her tired and stiff muscles. A full day of drilling following an entire evening of watching most people try to figure out how to control their mounts would make even the most dedicated equestrienne eager to fall out of the saddle.
Gritting her teeth as she washed away the sweat and dirt, she rose from the water, hurried back to the shore, and donned her nightgown. Cringing as she mince-stepped back to the camp she, Darâja, and Callie had set up, she crawled into her sleeping bag, idly wondering where Darâja was. Zerith had sent Callie off earlier that evening to go speak with the centaur clans, to test the waters for a possible alliance with some of them.
Rolling on her side, she stared into the flames dancing and licking at the wood. Shifting, she pulled herself and her roll closer to the heat, letting it seep into her and melt away some of the soreness. Forcing her eyes to stay open, afraid to sleep, Alayne lay there, letting idle thoughts roam through her tired mind.
âI wonder where Darâja isâŚGerâalinâs been absolutely merciless; where did he figure out so much about mounted formations? Light, I hate riding a trotâŚcantering is so much smoother. I wonder what Zerith will plan for us here. Heâs been pre-occupied with so many things since we came here. Iâm sick of eating fishâŚâ
She bit down hard when she heard the mocking laughter that had flogged her spirit for days now. âGo away.â
Why do you fear me?
âBecause you are not me.â
But I am. I am Talâarâs daughter.
âYou donât know anything about my father or my mother. Shut up.â
I am you, little fool. I know everything about you.
âNot listening,â Alayne whispered as she tried to force the voice away.
I know how you want to fight; to bring honor and glory to your name. I know how you want to protect those around you. I know how you feel whenever you fail. If you continue down the path youâre on, you will fail, little Alayne. Stop fighting me and embrace me! I can save everyone!
âI will not fail. Not again,â she argued. The vision of Stromgarde; of Zerith falling, an arrow sticking out of his chest, floated before her eyes. âThatâs low,â she muttered, dashing tears from her eyes. The vision continued. She saw the other woman, her other self, striding into the human city and melting it to the ground.
I saved you then. I brought Zerithâs attackers to justice. I can keep him safe if youâll let me, little fool. Him and Callie and Gerâalin and Darâja and everyone else! Just let me do it!
Alayne stared sightlessly into the fire, unable to respond.
I can save them; I can save you. Or, have you forgotten this?
Alayne shuddered as the face of the man sheâd murdered floated in front of her eyes. Clenching her teeth, she tried to ignore it; tried to ignore the mocking laughter that rang in her ears. She stared straight ahead, willing herself to neither see nor hear, her eyes burning and watering with the effort.
âAlayne?â Darâja asked as she limped up the path. âAsleep already? Ah well. Pleasant dreams, Alayne,â the paladin whispered as she crawled into her own roll and fell asleep. When she awoke the next morning, Alayne had not moved an inch.
~*~*~*~
Callie climbed out of her saddle and tried to ease some of the stiffness. She could see many others moving as gingerly as she was, unaccustomed to being in the saddle for very long. They had been in Desolace two days now and Gerâalin had been drilling them in mounted combat mercilessly. He was one of the few striding through the crowd, back straight, legs unbowed. Even Alayne, who had grown up riding out with her neighbors in Menethil, moved stiffly.
âYouâre enjoying this,â Callie accused Gerâalin as he passed by her.
âA few more days and youâll be fine,â Gerâalin said confidently. âWeâre almost ready to ride out and do some damage.â
âI know. Any clue where Zerith is? I just got back from the outpost with the information he wanted.â
âI was just going to speak with him myself. Come with me; I believe heâs taking his ease at the inn.â
The two walked down the road, Gerâalin pausing every so often to offer advice or criticism to one of their followers. Soon, they entered the rickety wooden and thatch inn and found Zerith sitting at a table poring over the notes and maps he had been given in Tarren Mill.
âPlanning our operation, chief?â Callie asked glibly.
âTrying to, at any rate. At least if Iâm focused on this, I donât notice how much it hurts to move,â the priest muttered, glaring at Gerâalin.
âI have the information you requested. The Magram and the Gelkis centaur clans are amendable to peace. However, not only do they want the Kolkar and the Maurdine wiped out; each one wants the other eradicated as well.â
âAbout what I suspected,â Zerith sighed, stifling a groan as he shifted his weight. âI wonder if we could make a truce with both of them temporarily.â
âFrom what I saw, I donât think thatâs very likely,â Callie answered. âRaiding each otherâs camps is what they do for entertainment. Singing songs about the glories of war and death to their enemies is what passes for culture. Gerâalin would fit right in,â she teased.
âWhat do you think of them, Callie?â
âMe personally?â the Forsaken asked.
âYes,â Zerith responded. âYouâve spent time with both of the clans. Of the two, which one do you think would make the best ally?â
âI honestly donât know. The Gelkis are close by so having them angry at us would not be a good idea. The Magram, though, are a power to be reckoned with as well. I say that we just try to avoid getting involved in their inter-clan dispute altogether.â
âWell, our mission kind of is to get involved,â he muttered, handing her the orders heâd received. âWeâre to put an end to the centaur threat from Desolace for good. That means driving out any who wonât ally with us and forging ties with those who will. Weâll have to pick one of the two. For now, letâs focus on cleaning out the other two: the Kolkar and the Maurdine. At least we know they arenât interested in any alliance.â
âI just got back from speaking with the scouts we sent to the mountain passes,â Gerâalin said, taking that as a signal from Zerith to begin his report. âThey say thatâŚâ he trailed off as Alayne and Darâja limped into the main room.
âCallie!â Alayne said brightly. âI heard youâd come back.â
âGood afternoon, Alayne,â Callie returned.
âI want to ask a favor of you,â Alayne said. Zerith and Gerâalin glanced at each other in confusion. Alayne and Darâja ignored both of them and bent over, whispering in the Forsaken womanâs ears.
âSure,â the Forsaken laughed. âSounds like fun. Letâs go.â
The three women limped out of the inn, laughing and talking in an undertone where the two men couldnât hear. Zerith waited until he figured they would be out of eye shot and then limped over to the doorway and glanced up and down the road, looking for signs of which way they went.
âGoing to spy on the Sisterhood?â Gerâalin asked.
âYes,â he answered.
âIâll come with you. Iâve always wondered what theyâre doing when they go off by themselves like that. Besides,â he continued, âIâll give you my report while we follow them.â
~*~*~*~
âI think they went the other way,â Zerith muttered.
âNo, see that? Thatâs definitely Alayneâs shoeprint.â
âHow under the Light can you tell that?â
âBecause she wears moccasins. And, sheâs the only person wearing them who would be walking in phase with two people wearing boots,â he said, pointing to the tracks. âDid you never go out in the woods as a boy?â
âI was a little too busy with my studies,â Zerith said defensively. âWe canât all be wilderness survivors like you. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you spent any time out of the forests. Not that Iâm complaining. Much. Your knowledge has come in quite handy on many occasions,â he babbled nervously. Mischief-making had never been his strongest trait and the priest did not want to wind up back on square one with Darâja.
âSssh,â Gerâalin hissed, cutting Zerith off. Turning his head and cupping an hand to his ear, he listened. âTheyâre just around the bend. Be quiet.â
The two men tiptoed up the stone path, careful not to make a sound. Reaching the curve, they peered around cautiously, not wanting to be seen.
âMy word,â Gerâalin breathed. Zerith said nothing, just gawking at the sight. Up ahead, Darâja was teaching Alayne some of the finer points of hand-to-hand combat. Callie stood on the sidelines, offering the occasional tip to the novice fighter. The two elven women would circle each other, looking for an opening, Darâja giving the odd lesson on what to look for or when to move and how while she flipped Alayne over her shoulder or tripped the warlock up.
âIf we could just get them to do this in the middle of town and charge admission,â Gerâalin muttered, âwe would be rich.â
âGerâalin!â Zerith said hoarsely, scandalized.
âOh donât give me that look, Reverend Father,â the fighter said sarcastically. âYou know you were thinking the exact same thing.â
âI was not!â Zerith protested, a blush rising to his face.
âYes, you were. Thatâs why your face has gone scarlet.â
âIt has not! Donât project your twisted fantasies on to me. Besides, one of them is my sisâŚterâŚâ he trailed off as he noticed motion in his peripheral vision. Turning his head, he saw the three women staring up at him, their faces perfect expressions of outrage. All three stood with hands on hips, one knee cocked, feet tapping. âIâŚweâŚumâŚâ Zerith started, searching for an explanation that wouldnât put him further in the dog house with the girls.
âZerith,â Gerâalin said between clenched teeth, âshut up and run!â the fighter said as he suited words to action.
~*~*~*~
Davril and Tauâre shuffled up the dirt road towards the inn after another practice session with their mixed group of magi and fighters. Alayne and Zerithâs innovations had inspired their creativity into forming a squad who excelled in mixing magic and steel in close-quarter combat. Thus far, while their efforts had been less than stellar, the Forsaken and Tauren were both cautiously optimistic that it could be done.
âWhat is that?â Davril asked, pointing to the dust cloud racing towards them. Seconds later, he and Tauâre were picking themselves up off the ground.
âWhy were Gerâalin and Zerith running so hard? Is there an attack coming?â Tauâre asked just as the answer crested the hill in hot pursuit. He and Davril threw themselves out of the way as two elven women and a Forsaken ran down the street waving fists and shouting at the top of their lungs.
âAh, to be young again,â Davril said, a smile on his lips as he watched the chase.
~*~*~*~
âClimb! Climb!â Gerâalin shouted as he jumped into a tree. âThey canât reach us up here! Theyâre too short!â
Zerith pulled himself up into the tree behind Gerâalin, clutching at the trunk for support while he found his footing and tried to catch his breath. The three women skidded to a halt beneath the tree, glaring up into the branches in frustration. Then, brightening, Callie and Darâja boosted Alayne up so she could grab at one of the lower branches.
âOh, this is bad,â Gerâalin said. âThis is really bad.â
As Alayne tried to pull herself up on the branch, the limb snapped, dropping her onto the two women below her and knocking all of them to the ground. Blinking, somewhat stunned by the fall, the girls tried to collect themselves for another effort. However, the humorous nature of the situation struck them and soon all three were rolling on the ground beneath the tree, laughing and pointing up to the two elven men still seeking sanctuary in its branches. Every time one of them would begin to wind down, they would just glance up and be gripped by laughter once again.
âWeâd like to discuss a truce,â Zerith shouted down once it seemed like the girlsâ laughter was drawing to a close. His request set off another round of mirth, leaving him looking down in consternation. He opened his mouth to say he was coming down but Gerâalin clapped a hand over it.
âBe quiet. I havenât seen her laugh in far too long,â the fighter whispered. âIf climbing a tree like a fool amuses her, then just hand me a banana and call me a monkey!â
Zerith gave the man a considering look and then nodded, sitting down carefully on the branch and letting his feet swing beneath him.
âYou can come down, now,â Darâja shouted up to the pair, a dangerous twinkle in her eyes. âWeâll discuss the terms of surrender.â
~*~*~*~
ââŚand weâll just have to make certain that we keep an eye out so weâre not flanked from the south,â Gerâalin muttered as he and Zerith completed the last of the plans for their attack against the Kolkar.
âAlayneâs going to claw me when she finds out she drew reserve,â Zerith muttered as he examined the positions of the various forces arrayed on the map.
âEveryone hates reserve. Still, someone has to take care of it. Should we go gather everyone up and start telling them what the plan is?â
âNo. Go and get just the people we picked out to lead each strike group and have them come here. The Maurdine arenât very far away and itâd be foolish to announce our plans to them. They can probably hear us all the way up in the mountains.â
âAny clue what kind of future forfeit theyâll ask for? I think that might make two I owe Alayne.â Gerâalin said as he turned to go.
âNo idea. I did not like the look in their eyes when they announced that one. Still, it canât be any worse than having to carry them into the village. I had enough trouble just carrying Darâja. I still canât figure out how you managed Alayne and Callie at the same time.â
âBalance is the key. Besides, it helps that neither one of them wears chain mail. I suppose we shouldnât worry about it. I still think it was worth it just to see her laugh like that.â
âMaybe you can climb another tree to tell her she drew reserve,â Zerith chuckled. âAnything to keep her from looking daggers at me again. I will never spy on them again so long as I live.â
âYes, we will. We just wonât get caught again,â the fighter tossed over his shoulder as he hurried out of the inn to find and bring the others back. Zerith stared after him in amazement before shaking his head with a laugh. Yes, they probably would spy on the girls again. It was some of the best fun heâd had in a while. Even the part where heâd had to run and climb a tree had been fun.
âWhat are you smiling at, you nosy little priest?â Darâja asked so sweetly that Zerith quickly wiped the grin off his face.
âNothing,â he answered. âJust thinking aboutâŚâ
âWe know what youâre thinking about,â Alayne said lightly as she dropped onto the bench next to him. Darâja walked over behind him and, putting a hand on his shoulder, leaned over him to examine the map. Zerith stared straight ahead, keeping his face impassive by an effort of sheer will.
âHave you assigned the reserves, yet?â Callie asked, pitying the poor man and giving him a way out. By his grimace, that had not been a good question to ask.
âYes, have you?â Alayne asked, ceasing her teasing and sparing him the rest. âIâd like to request reserve duty,â she added, trying not to laugh at the startled look on his face.
âThen you have it,â he said, pointing to the unit heâd assigned her. âYouâll be positioned here along the road to keep an eye out for reinforcements.â
âWhere am I?â Callie asked, sliding onto the bench.
âLetâs just wait until everyone else is here before we get started on assignments,â Zerith suggested.
âThat sounds fine to me,â Darâja grinned. âWe can discuss what it is you two are going to have to do for us instead. Tell me, Gerâalin, how do you feel about untangling yarn? As for you, Zerith,â she said with a sparkle in her eye. âI have something special in mind for you.â
~*~*~*~
âYou actually asked for reserve duty?â Callie asked Alayne as the three of them made their way down to the area theyâd picked out for their camp.
âYes. Iâd overheard them mentioning who was getting it anyway so I figured Iâd spare Zerith the hassle and pretend like itâs what I wanted. Iâve caused him enough trouble lately,â she giggled. âI wonder if he noticed that he still had bark stains on his robes.â
âSpeaking of Zerith,â Callie said, turning to glance at Darâja, âwhatâs this âsomething specialâ you have in mind for him? Frankly, I think what you are planning for Gerâalin is amusingâŚâ
âAmusing?â Alayne interrupted, laughing, âItâs brilliant! Making him help you knit a bright pink scarf that heâll have to wear? Thatâs a masterpiece of mischief. But, what do you have in mind for Zerith?â
Darâja grinned knowingly but said nothing. âCome on, tell us,â Callie prodded. âIf what you told Gerâalin is anything to go by, itâll be worthwhile to see what youâre planning for Zerith. Alayne, had you thought of anything for your brother?â
âI had been thinking about making him wear my old tavern dress. But then I realized Iâd have to actually get it to fit him and I canât sew much beyond putting buttons on something.â
âThat would be hilarious. Iâd love to see him in that get-up,â Callie giggled. âDo you still have your old dress with you?â
âI carry it with me, yes,â Alayne replied. âItâs perfectly serviceable if I wear a high-necked shirt under it and itâs something I donât mind getting stained or torn. I prefer wearing my normal robes, though, since I had to work to earn them. But, if we were to have to do something like spend a significant amount of time traveling, Iâd wear my old clothes just because I donât mind so much if they get destroyed.â
âWhy not just buy new ones?â
âOh, please,â Alayne said, rolling her eyes. âWhy buy new when I have perfectly good ones already? The dresses themselves are only bad if you donât wear a shirt under them.â
âAlayne,â Darâja asked, clearing her throat, âdo you think I could borrow that dress?â
âWhy?â Alayne replied, baffled. âI donât mind, though.â
âI could use it for something.â
âSomething special?â Callie asked archly.
âSomething like that,â Darâja muttered sullenly.
âAbsolutely not,â Alayne said quickly. âNo way. Zerith would kill me.â
âWait, letâs hear what sheâs planning,â Callie said quickly. âWe donât have to assume the worst.â
âItâs along the lines of what you were thinking,â Darâja admitted. âHeâs just soâŚstraight-laced.â
âRight,â Alayne said. âThis is me leaving this conversation. Now. Itâs a horrible idea. Zerithâs got enough on his mind right now. And, trust me, his reaction will be the same towards you as it was towards me when he found out I was willing to even use the smallest part of what I learned working there to help out. He wonât like it. He wonât be amused by it. And, if he thinks I had any part of it, heâll kill me.â
âRelax,â Darâja said soothingly. âIt will be funny. Iâll go up to his room tonight wearing that outfit and see what his reaction is. Itâll be priceless.â
âNo, it wonât be,â Alayne groaned. âTrust me. There are just some pranks you donât play on men. Thatâs one of them.â
âLike you would know,â Darâja retorted. âJust how much experience with me do you have, Mistress of the Taverns?â
âNot much,â Alayne admitted. âActually, none whatsoever. However, I did get to see this scenario play out time and time again among humans. Hereâs what will happen. Youâll go up to his room wearing my dress. He will either be horrified and shocked that you would think he would take advantage of you. He may even be offended and wind up thinking less of you for it. After all, itâs not like youâve known him very well and the first impression you made on him wasnât the greatest from what Iâve heard.â
âAnd if heâs not shocked or horrified?â Darâja said pointedly. âIf he reacts like any other man would?â
âThen youâll think less of him and youâll hold it against him. There are just some things you donât do if you care about someone like that.â
âI think Iâll decide for myself what I will and will not do,â Darâja scoffed.
âLike I said, then,â Alayne muttered. âLeave me out of it.â
Striding off, Alayne left the Forsaken and the Blood Knight in her dust and prayed that the explosion from this stupidity would not land back on her.
~*~*~*~
Zerith studied the maps he and Gerâalin had marked up over the day. He also had a list of supplies they would need to carry with them and estimates on what they could scavenge from the centaur. Tauâre had, helpfully, provided the last. The tauren with them seemed more eager than the rest to clean out the centaur. Zerith sighed and shook his head, ridding himself of the stray thoughts. He needed to focus on deciding whether or not they would be able to handle the Alliance presence at Nijelâs Point at their backs. Gerâalin had said the Alliance would, more likely than not, ignore them as long as they made no move against their claim in Desolace. After all, they did have Thunder Axe Fortress staring them in the face.
Thunder Axe Fortress was filled with members of the Burning Blade cult. Alayne had mentioned them being in Mannoroc Coven as well. Perhaps they should question her further to find out more about this cultâŚmaybe she had some idea of what to expect from the other warlocksâŚ
A tapping at his door drew the priest out of his thoughts. He had asked the kitchens to send up supper on a tray for him so he could spend more time thinking over the decisions he would have to make once the Kolkar centaurs had been dealt with. Then there were the strange monsters that Callie had reported living in the kaldorei ruins north of the Kolkarâs territory.
The tapping continued and Zerith dragged himself to the door. Supper and a break from worrying over battle first. Then he would return to his maps and his lists. Opening the door, the priest looked down and then wondered if he was awake or asleep.
Darâja stood there holding his supper tray, smiling up at him as if there were nothing amiss about the situation at all. However, she had changed into a dress that he both approved and disapproved of. Clenching his jaw to keep it from falling open, he opened the door wider and motioned for her to bring the tray in.
âWhy are you bringing this?â he asked curiously, forcing himself not to react. This was normal. This was just some mad prank the girls were playing on him. All he had to do was keep his attention on her face and pretend she was wearing her normal leathers and chain mail.
âI just thought you might be getting a little hungry,â she said with almost-convincing innocence.
âI was,â he replied. Clearing off space on his desk, he took the tray from her and sat down. Gesturing for her to make herself comfortable, he pulled up one of the maps Gerâalin had redrawn and handed it to her. âWhat do you think of that?â he asked as he began eating.
âIâŚI think it looks like a good plan,â she muttered, thrown completely off her stride. âThough, why are you setting a watch on the ruins?â
âBecause the ruins are occupied by creatures of indeterminate origin and allegiance,â he said, pausing between spoonfuls of soup. âItâs not a heavy watch â Gerâalin originally suggested a quarter of our ranged capacity be sitting up there. I talked him down to no more than a dozen on a three-watch rotation.â
Darâja sat silently for a moment, toying with the lace on the low-cut neckline. Zerith did his best to ignore it, focusing on eating. Whatever game she was playing, he wasnât going to react. He was not going to give her further ammunition to use against him in one form or another. âShe didnât say this might happen,â Darâja muttered after a while, crossing her arms over her stomach and pulling her knees up to her chest as if she were embarrassed and trying to hide.
âWho didnât say what?â the priest asked evenly.
âAlayne,â Darâja started.
âAlayne thought this would be a good idea?â he asked skeptically, gesturing to Darâja.
âActually, she thought it was a bad one,â the woman admitted.
âSo, why do it? Did you lose a bet against her or Callie?â
âIâŚI donât know,â she sighed, flushing furiously. âI just wasnât thinkingâŚâ
âThatâs clear,â the priest chuckled as he finished off his supper. âDonât get me wrong, I like it. Iâm just not sure what you were hoping to achieve. Either it was to get me completely flustered so you could laugh at my expense or it was something yet even more foolish than that.â Darâjaâs face hardened and flushed a darker red. âPlease, for the love of the Light,â Zerith groaned, âtell me you didnât pay attention to the whole âobligation to the bloodâ movement that was going around in Silvermoon. You have far too much sense than to think that you have some sort of duty toâŚâ
âThatâs not what I was after. I donât know what I was after,â she sighed. âI guess your overreaction but you didnât overreact. I wasnât expecting that.â
Zerith stood up and walked over to the bed where the woman was sitting. Sitting down next to her, he put an arm around her shoulders and patted her on the back. âIf it was a reaction you were looking for, I could give you one to make you feel better,â he offered. She stared at him for a moment in confusion. Grinning, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. âThere,â he whispered. âI reacted. Now, would you mind helping me sort through these lists and decide what weâre going to do after the Kolkar are dealt with? Normally, Iâd have Gerâalin up here but he said he was going to climb up the cliffs nearby and get a general feel for the layout of the Maurdineâs territory.â
âSure,â Darâja said brightly. She hadnât been sure what she was after to begin with but thisâŚthis was fine with her.
~*~*~*~
Gerâalin sprang up out of the water and flung his hair out of his face. The sea was cold off the coast of Desolace but he didnât mind. He needed a good cooling-off after spending the evening climbing up the rocky cliff-face to spy on the Maurdine. The centaurs seemed to be expecting an attack at any moment. He wondered what they would think when the army they knew about ignored them entirely and headed to their cousins the Kolkar. Whatever it was, he was sure it would be amusing.
Swimming back up to the shallows, he stood in the waist-deep water and scrubbed at his scalp. âThat works better if you have soap,â a gravelly voice called out from the beach.
âCallie?â he replied. âWhat are you doing here?â
âOh, donât get so embarrassed. Iâve seen just as good as before. We Forsaken arenât quite as modest as the living.â
âNo, that doesnât bother me so much,â he said, glad that the darkness hid his blushes. âBut, what are you doing? And please tell me youâre alone.â
âI am,â she said. âAre you almost finished? I could use your help with something.â
âIâll be right out,â he sighed, striding out of the water and ignoring her glances. Toweling off and putting his clean clothes on, he wrung out his hair, tied it back from his face, and then looked down at her expectantly. âEnjoy the show?â he said dryly.
âEh, Iâve seen better.â
âWhat did you need, Callie? Or is this another one of yourâŚâ
âNo, itâs Alayne,â the rogue said quickly. âI think sheâs ill.â
âWhatâs wrong with her? And did you talk to Zerith?â
âZerith isâŚwellâŚDarâjaâs in his room and they sounded like they were having a conversation that I shouldnât interrupt. No, Gerâalin,â she sighed when she saw the look on his face, âan actual conversation with voices and words. A discussion. And, maybe âillâ is the wrong word in this context. âStrangeâ would be better.â
âWhatâs wrong with her?â her repeated.
âWell, earlier, she and Darâja kind of had an argument. Then, suddenly, Alayne seemed to change her mind about what Darâja wanted and was being extremely helpful. So helpful, in fact, that Iâd have thought she was being sarcastic if she didnât seem sincere.â
âWomen,â Gerâalin muttered.
âAnyhow, after Darâja left to continue with her plan for ZerithâŚâ
âI really donât need to know any moreâŚâ
âAlayne laid down to get some sleep. She started talking in her sleep. Arguing, actually, with herself and someone else. And now sheâs just lying there with her eyes wide open and her entire body tensed. I tried to lift her arm but sheâs as locked up as a three-day corpse.â
âShow me,â he ordered, his voice hoarse. Callie leapt up and scrambled ahead of him, leading him to the small campsite the three women had set up for themselves. None of them wanted to stay in the inn. Alayne lay flat on her back, exactly as Callie had described. Her hands were curled into tightly-clenched fists and her eyes were wide-open and unseeing. Her jaws were clamped so tightly that Gerâalin was surprised she had not broken her teeth. âI have never seen anything like this.â
âI havenât either,â Callie admitted.
âWhatâs she saying?â he muttered, squatting down near her head and leaning over so he could try to make out the garbled speech.
âGo away,â she seemed to be muttering. âJust leave me alone.â
Gerâalin sat back and stared at her. He waved a hand in front of her face. He clapped his hands just in front of her eyes. She was completely unaware of anything going on around her. He pressed his fingers against her neck and jerked his hand back. âFever?â Callie asked.
âNo. Her heart is beating so fast Iâm surprised you canât hear it.â
Callie stared at him with a helpless expression. âIâll stay here with you tonight,â he said after a long pause. âLet me go get my sleeping roll.â
~*~*~*~
Zerith stared at Gerâalin as the Blood Knight recounted the events of the past night. Alayne had looked worse for wear and complained that she had not slept well. So far, no one had told her that they had been unable to rouse her. She had drunk the tea Zerith prepared for her headache and then had promptly buried her nose in a spellbook.
âIâve never heard of anything like that,â the priest sighed. âNo illness that I know of would do that.â
âWell, she was locked up and as rigid as a corpse most of the night. Even after I tried rubbing liniment on her arms to see if that would help at all, she was still wound up tighter than a spring.â
âMaybe itâs just the strain of battle,â the priest murmured, hoping it was something as simple as that.
âMaybe. See if you can get her to talk to you. Something is bothering her and I wish I knew what.â
The priest nodded and walked over to where Alayne was sitting. The rest of the small village was bustling with the final preparations for the fight to come. Alayne said studying her spells, committing a few new ones to memory. She had not summoned any of the demons she could control. Zerith hoped that she would not need any of this preparation today. After all, she was in the reserve group.
âWhatâs bothering you?â he asked baldly, sitting down in a chair near her and pulling it up to the end of the table next to her.
âNothing,â she said, sounding completely sincere. âGranted, I didnât get the best nightâs sleep last night butâŚâ
âAccording to Gerâalin and Callie,â Zerith said, forcing himself to remain calm, âyou were arguing with yourself in your sleep. And, your muscles were so tense that Gerâalin wonders how you survived with no broken bones. Now, what is eating away at you, Alayne? Weâre all worried about you.â
âNothing,â she replied, drawing a deep breath. âItâs nothing. Itâs justâŚIâm worried about this battle. Iâm always worried when we go into battle. Itâs just something I need to get over.â
âAlayne,â he sighed, shaking his head. He knew she was hiding something from him. âHave it as you will,â he muttered when she glared at him. âI just wish you would talk to me about it.â
âThereâs nothing to talk about. So, how did your evening go?â she asked sweetly.
âIt went fine once Darâja learned she wasnât going to get a reaction from me just because she was wearing a tavern wenchâs outfit.â
âOh?â
âShe and I had a long discussion about our relationship and then she went to sleep and I had a cot made up on the floor. Actually, she started nodding off during the discussion which is why she didnât rejoin you at your camp. Had she done that, I might have been standing over you this morning myself instead of hearing it second-hand from Gerâalin who did hover over you until he passed out himself.â
Alayne stared into the distance, unseeing. Zerith clenched his fists beneath the table, willing himself to have more patience. Her lips moved as if she were speaking with someone else. Finally, she shook herself and blinked. Turning to meet his carefully-patient gaze, she shrugged. âIâm sorry that Iâm being such a worry. Iâll do my best to get over my fears so you wonât have to worry,â she said, her voice flat and lifeless.
âAlayneâŚâ he sighed.
âWe have a battle to prepare for,â she interrupted. âLetâs get on with it.â
~*~*~*~
Zerith shrugged helplessly at Gerâalin when the Blood Knight glanced at him questioningly. Alayne was being rather stubborn. The more he had tried to press her to talk to him about whatever it was that was bothering her, the more harried she had gotten until she finally quit speaking altogether. Whatever it was, she was not going to discuss it with him. He began considering whether or not Gerâalin could get it out of her. Maybe if the Blood Knight took her out drinking and managed to refrain from getting into a contest with her, he could succeed where Zerith had failed.
The group began mounting up and riding out of the village. Zerith trotted his hawkstrider up to where Darâja and Callie were riding. The two women were chatting amiably. Darâja seemed to be taking his advice about not trying to impress or overwhelm everyone to heart. She was more relaxed and seemed happier now that she wasnât trying to prove herself better than everyone around her. Even Gerâalin seemed to be warming up to her slightly though, from the pointed glares the pair gave each other, the priest didnât think theyâd ever be close friends.
Alayne rode near the head of the column. She was gesturing and speaking with Gerâalin. Her shoulders were tense and Zerith could tell she was anxious about something. Still, whatever it was, she fought to hide it from everyone. Clucking to his hawkstrider, the priest caught up with Callie and Darâja and smiled.
âEager to get this over with?â Callie asked.
âIâm just hoping to report a sweeping success to Thrall,â Zerith admitted. âI want to prove to him that we can be trusted. Iâd also like to prove that weâre going to work for the good of the Horde. Iâm still nervous that someone is going to think Iâve gathered up a private army and will move against us on a rumor that weâre rebelling.â
âStill, it is a fun way to prove ourselves. Much better than just sitting around waiting for someone else to do all the work,â Darâja grinned. âI do have to admit that Gerâalin was right about that.â
âGerâalin is right about a lot of things,â Callie nodded. âAnd, this is fun. I wouldnât have thought that adventuring with the living would be.â
âFor now, letâs focus on remaining among the living through this battle,â Zerith suggested. âIâll ride up ahead and see what Gerâalin thinks. Good luck and remember your parts in the fight to come.â Nodding politely, he clucked to his hawkstrider again and moved to the head of the column. Alayne gave him a tight-lipped smile and Gerâalin greeted him absently. They were passing through the narrow pass that marked the start of Mannoroc Coven. Alayne began to tremble slightly but Zerith ignored it. She seemed determined to keep her distance about whatever was worrying her and he needed to focus on the battle to come. Afterwards, he would focus on fighting to get the truth from her.
~*~*~*~
âMaster, master!â Ragnar gasped as he ran into Relâinâs chambers. The elf glared at the human in annoyance.
âThis had better be good,â Relâin muttered as he closed the tome heâd been studying. âI dislike being disturbed from my studies.â
âThe intruder; they found her. The elf bitch that killed Veryl,â he said as he gulped for air. âShe just rode past. Sheâs with some kind of army. They took the road towards the Magram village.â
âVery good, Ragnar,â Relâin said, a slight smile on his lips. âI assume that sheâs being followed carefully, as we discussed should she show her face back in Desolace?â
âYes, Master,â the human said. âIf I mayâŚâ he began, faltering at the glance his master gave him.
âYes?â
âI think theyâre planning to attack the Kolkar. Some of our lookouts overheard them discussing a battle. They were moving through the area fairly leisurely,â he explained, desperate to be believed. âTheyâre obviously not much of an army.â
âOh?â Relâin laughed. âWhat are their numbers? Did your lookouts think to count them? Or to observe who the leaders are, that we might take them out easily? How many fighters do they have; what about their magi? Surely they have some of those. You amuse me, Ragnar, when you pretend to knowledge you do not possess. Now, go. Prepare my mount. Since none of you can be trusted, I will observe this âarmyâ myself.â
~*~*~*~
Callie whooped as she rode down another centaur, ducking its attack as she plunged her daggers into its chest. Around her rang the song of combat; steel clashing against steel, bows twanging as arrows were launched, and the whoosh of spells flying to their targets. Up ahead she could see Zerith holding his group aloof, directing the healers towards where they were most needed. In the fore of the fight she could hear Gerâalin and Darâja shouting out elvish battle cries as they charged the centaur. The Forsaken woman smiled as she let loose the anger sheâd been holding in at her friend for days and used it to help guide her strokes against the Kolkar.
âThis is how I like to start a morning!â she heard one of her fellows shout. Grinning over at him, she circled behind his enemy and, with a quick motion, hamstrung the centaur. âThat one counts as mine!â she laughed as the orc sheâd assisted cleaved the centaurâs head from its body.
âThe problem with such a large group is that the fights are never long enough!â another Forsaken laughed merrily as he glanced around. âWe should put more in reserve, just to give them a fighting chance.â
âDonât let Zerith or Alayne hear you say that,â Callie grinned. âBoth of them favor overwhelming the enemy. Go on ahead; it looks like Gerâalin could use some more fighters. If you hurry, there might be some fight left in those horses.â Callie chuckled to herself as some of the more hotheaded galloped towards the rear of the camp. Others stayed back with her, forming a second reserve group. The battle had lasted just over an hour with light casualties on their side. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see Alayne and the others assigned to reserve standing atop an outcropping of rock, watching the battle in case they might be needed. Turning back to the combat, Callie decided that the reserves would be completely fresh. The main force had the remaining centaurs pinned between them and the mountain and, from the looks of things no reinforcements were coming to help the half-men, half-horse creatures. âTheyâve got this one wrapped up,â she muttered to one of her fighters. âIâm going to go tell the others to head back and prepare for tonightâs celebration. Iâm sure our reserves will be glad to be of some use,â she joked.
âThey seem to have decided that already,â the fighter laughed, pointing at the hill. âI just saw them turn and run down that hill.â
âWell, letâs just go get them, shall we?â Callie said lightly, fear worming its way into her gut.
~*~*~*~
âThere they are,â Relâin said, pointing to a group of fighters and magi milling about beneath the road. The elf woman stood, watching something on the other side of the road, with others on top of a rise. âWe can pin them against that outcropping,â he muttered.
âBut Master,â Ragnar said in surprise, âtheyâre double our number.â
âIt amazes me, Ragnar, how you manage to get out of bed in the morning. We can double our numbers easily,â the elf said coldly. âSummon the infernals and felguards,â he ordered the warlocks accompanying him. âWeâll give them something to keep them occupied. Take the elf woman alive.â
~*~*~*~
Alayne had stood, watching the battle, irritated with herself and praying that Zerith, Callie, and the others would be well. She had decided to tell them about what had happened during her trials. Even if the thought of reliving that night gripped her with dread, she would tell them. Anything to ease the frustration and disappointment she sensed coming from them. She would even confess to what happened at Stromgarde and the terrifying dreams and visions sheâd been having.
âTheyâve got that one wrapped up,â Davril muttered bitterly. âWe didnât get to lift a finger this round.â
âOh, Iâm sure weâll get our chance next time,â Alayne said absently. âMaybe we should go on over there and see if they need us for anything now that it seems to be just about over.â
âOr maybe we should go see what those demons want,â Davril said in alarm. Alayne turned back to see a group of warlocks and demons rushing towards their position.
âTo arms!â she shouted, moving into casting range of the attackers. âWe fight the Legion!â Relief flooded through her as she began to hurl bolts of shadow at the demons. At least she could rid herself of some of her tension before having to confess to Zerith. Behind her, she could feel her other self waiting in the wings, eager for the chance to take over. Taking a firm hold on her temper, Alayne searched for a target in the melee.
~*~*~*~
âOh no!â Callie shouted as she spurred her horse into a gallop. The reserve groups were being overwhelmed by demons and warlocks wearing the mantle of the Burning Blade. Davril and Alayne were trying desperately to rally their forces to fight on but lacked sufficient numbers of fighters to hold off the demons while they cast their spells. Several magi lay sprawled on the ground, moaning in pain. âRide back and bring the others, now!â she shouted as she dove into the fray.
Her appearance gave fresh heart to the Disorder of Azeroth and they rallied, almost managing to hold the demons off. Then, just as Alayne was about to give out a cry of triumph, one of the warlocks swooped down on her, grabbing her and pulling her onto his mount. With a shout, the warlocks turned and left the field. The demons continued to attack, clearly intending to disrupt the Disorder of Azeroth long enough for their masters to get away with what they had come for: Alayne.
âHelp me!â Alayne screamed as she struggled against her captor. Terror painted her face and she fought wildly. Ignoring the demons, Callie galloped after her friend.
âAlayne!â the undead screamed. âIâll get you, Alayne!â Lashing her horse with the reins for speed, she drew closer to the warlock who held Alayne tightly with both arms, guiding his demonic horse with his knees. The sinâdorei woman had begun sobbing with fear as she tried to grapple with her attacker. Callie watched in horror as Alayne stopped struggling, her arms and legs drooping as if they were filled with lead. The warlock managed an agonized glare. Clearly some spell had been used to keep her from struggling too much.
âOh no you donât,â he snarled as Callie drew close enough to make a grab for her friend. The man struck out with a small staff, knocking Callie from her horse. The undead hit the ground with a sickening crack, nearly blacking out as she felt the bones of her shoulder crunch beneath her. Gritting her teeth, holding her now-useless arm with the other, she turned and began to run back to the battle to get help for Alayne.
~*~*~*~
âWhat in the name of the Light happened here?â Gerâalin breathed as he surveyed the remnants of their reserve force. Heâd never expected to have to fight a second battle, and this one against demons like the one Alayne had called upon in Alterac, right after battling horses.
âThey caught us from behind,â Davril answered. âA group of warlocks and their demons. They just attacked. We were overwhelmed almost immediately.â
âI see,â Gerâalin muttered as he glanced around at the carnage. He could see Zerith and Darâja moving through the crowds, laying hands on the injured. âYou did well,â the fighter said with a smile. âItâs good to know that even our reserve group can stand by itself in battle.â
âWhere is Callie? And Alayne?â Zerith asked as he finished healing the last of the wounded. âTheyâre not with this group. Where are they?â he demanded, panic rising within him when Davril didnât answer.
âWhat is that?â Gerâalin asked, pointing down the road. Giving Zerith a hand up behind him, the fighter kicked his horse to a canter, slowing as he drew near a familiar sight. Callieâs horse limped, winded and rider less, back up the road. âLight no,â he heard Zerith whisper.
âMount and rally!â Gerâalin shouted over his shoulder. âWeâve got to find them!â
~*~*~*~
âOh, thank the Light,â Callie sobbed as she saw Zerith and Gerâalin dismount and run to her. âTheyâve taken her!â
âHush for a moment,â Zerith muttered as he examined her shoulder. âGerâalin, brace her. This is going to hurt,â he warned as he wrenched her broken and dislocated shoulder back into a more normal shape. The Forsaken woman yelped in pain, remaining conscious only by effort of will while the priest worked his healing magic on her injuries. âNow, tell me what happened.â
âThey took her! Alayne, they just grabbed her and ran off!â Callie wept. âHe knocked me from my horse and took her away!â
âWho? Who took Alayne?â Gerâalin demanded, desperation in his eyes.
âThe Burning Blade,â Callie sobbed. âThey attacked the reserve group and grabbed her! After they got her, they ran off, heading back south. Weâve got to rescue her!â
âWe do,â Gerâalin agreed as he turned to shout orders. Zerith gripped the fighterâs arm in a vise-like grip, his fingers digging painfully into Gerâalinâs flesh. As much as Zerith wanted to rush after her with Gerâalin, he knew that plan would just get all of them killed. The Blood Knight struggled to wrest free of Zerithâs grip but the priest bore down relentlessly.
âIf we just run down there without a plan,â the priest said, his eyes haunted, âweâre going to get her killed and ourselves too. We make for Sun Rock Retreat to plan the rescue, Gerâalin. Iâm not risking getting my sister killed just to be doing something!â he stated firmly, seeing the reckless fire in the other manâs eyes. âThink it through, Gerâalin. Normally youâd be saying exactly what I am now.â
Gerâalin turned away, staring down the road for a moment. âFine,â he muttered. âLetâs go âplan her rescueâ while we leave her in captivity,â he spat. âTo Sun Rock Retreat!â he shouted as he mounted his charger and galloped off north. The rest of the Disorder of Azeroth galloped after Gerâalin, leaving Zerith, Callie, and Darâja alone for a moment.
âYou canât be serious,â Callie said desperately. âWe canât afford to go sit in Stonetalon while you plan a rescue! Letâs just ride down there and get her!â
âCallie, stop,â Zerith said, choking back tears. âDo you know why they would have taken her?â The undead woman shook her head. âDo you know where they would be holding her?â Again, Callie answered in the negative. âI donât want to leave her in their clutches a moment longer than I have to,â he said, trying not to shake, âbut if we just run down there, none of us will last the rest of the day. Now, go on. Follow Gerâalin and see if you can keep him out of trouble for a while. Iâll be along shortly.â
The rogue nodded blankly. Zerith stood where he was until she turned and headed back to rejoin the others. Gerâalin led them north, turning to glare daggers at the priest before he galloped out of sight. Zerith waited until he was certain he was alone and then sank down in the road and wept. He had finally regained a sisterâŚwas he about to lose her so soon?
~*~*~*~
âSo you finally decided to join us,â Gerâalin muttered as Zerith rode into Sun Rock Retreat. Zerith glared at him but managed to keep from replying in like kind. Seeing that he was not going to get an argument, Gerâalin growled and turned away, storming over to the inn. Zerith followed him, pausing only to study the crowd gathering outside the wooden building.
âYou, you, you, and you,â Zerith said calmly, pointing to the four closest people. âHead to the wyvern roost. I want you,â he said, pointing to the first of them, an orc dressed in wolf pelts, âto go back to Desolace and speak with the leader of the Gelkis clan. See if theyâll assist us in rescuing one of our comrades from the Burning Blade. You,â he said to the tauren standing next to the orc, âdo the same for the Magram clan. You there,â he pointed to a Forsaken warrior, âare to go to Shadowprey and find out what they know about the Burning Bladeâs hide outs in Desolace. I want the three of you to return as soon as you can with news.â
âAnd what about me?â the fourth asked, turning around. âIs there anything I can do other than waste time?â she spat angrily.
âYou are to go to Silvermoon. Drag back that bastard Jezâral. I want to know why in the Nether the Burning Blade would kidnap Alayne and I suspect that that son of a bitch has the answer. Do whatever you have to in order to convince him that coming here is in his best interests,â Zerith said icily. âIâll be at the inn, trying to piece together a plan until you return.â
~*~*~*~
âThe Gelkis are amendable,â the orc reported late that night. âIt seems that the Burning Blade has been encroaching on their territory and theyâd like the chance to kill some of them.â
âThatâs good,â Zerith said, âAnd the Magram?â
âTheyâre not interested in doing anything other than taking over the Kolkarâs lands and killing the Gelkis. If weâre willing to help them there, theyâll help us,â the tauren responded.
âThen weâll ally with the Gelkis. Go get some rest. Iâll have orders for you to carry to them tomorrow morning.â
Zerith leaned over the papers scattered about the table, focusing on what heâd learned from his scouts. The Burning Blade had two bases of operations in Desolace: Thunder Axe Fortress to the north and Mannoroc Coven to the south. All indications pointed to Alayne being held in the ruins to the south. Zerith sighed and rubbed his burning eyes as the maps blurred together. The Forsaken heâd sent to find out about the areas had reported rumors that the ruins actually disguised some kind of underground lair. Only rumors, though. The Burning Blade probably made short work of anyone who could confirm the existence of their lair.
âHere, I brought you something to eat.â Zerith looked up to see Gerâalin standing over him holding a plate of food and a mug of tea.
âThank you, Gerâalin,â Zerith said politely, âbut Iâm not hungry.â
âNo problem,â the fighter answered, setting the food down at the end of the table. âI couldnât eat either,â he said glumly. âHave you got anything planned?â
âNot really,â Zerith sighed. âI need to know more about where theyâre holding her.â
âI might be able to supply that deficiency,â came an answer from the door way. âOr rather, he will,â Callie growled as she shoved Jezâral into the inn and slammed the door behind her.
âGood evening to you,â the warlock began smoothly. âI came as soon as I heard what happened. Others are on their way as well. We canât let one of our own be held prisoner by the Burning Blade, after all,â he smiled though the expression did not touch his eyes.
âSit down and shut up unless youâre going to tell me just why the Burning Blade would be interested in Alayne,â Zerith said, his voice like cold steel. Jezâral raised an eyebrow at his impertinence. âI donât give a damn what you are used to or how you want to be addressed. Ever since Alayne went off with you, sheâs been a completely different person. Either you tell me why, or Iâll let Gerâalin here cut you into little pieces as a warning to the next man whoâd mess with my sister!â
âI look forward to the exercise,â Gerâalin said, baring his teeth in what might have been a smile. Loosening his sword in its scabbard, his tone became almost jolly, âI havenât killed anyone in hours.â
âI am getting a little hungry,â Callie rasped from her spot by the door. âAnd he looks delicious,â she smacked her lips. Jezâral blanched, wondering if they were serious or not.
âI suggest you tell me everything you know about this cult, why they would want Alayne, and where they might be holding her. We have all night to discuss the matter,â Zerith said coldly.
âI see,â Jezâral muttered, his face taking on a green tint. âI donât know where, exactly, theyâll be holding her. Hand me some parchment and a quill and Iâll draw you a map of their underground lair. Thatâs usually where they take prisoners and spies to torture them before they execute them.â Zerithâs face went white and sweat began to bead on his forehead.
âWhy would they want Alayne?â Gerâalin asked faintly, his face a twin to Zerithâs.
âBecause she stole a book back from them,â Jezâral muttered as he sketched the layout of the lair. âKeep in mind this information may be out of date. The new leader killed all of the spies we had infiltrated into their cult. We still havenât found out exactly what happened to Veryl, their last leader,â he said as he passed the map over to the priest.
âYou mean to tell me that sheâs been captured and may be tortured and killed over a Nether-spawned book?â Gerâalin shouted hoarsely as he leapt from his seat and drew his sword.
âWell, not just any book,â Jezâral said smoothly. âA very special book. She went to a lot of trouble to steal it from them as part of her trials. At least, she came back looking like sheâd been run through the wringer,â he continued calmly, masking his feelings behind an expression of disinterest. âSheâs really something else, though. Completed her trials in a single night and faced down a felhunter and an infernal on top of it all. Weâre very proud of all sheâs accomplished. Thatâs why weâll be coming along with you to rescue her.â
âNo, you will not,â Zerith said calmly, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. What must she have endured at the hands of those cultists to get this blasted book that Jezâral was nattering on about? âYou are going back to Silvermoon right now before I forget that Alayne respects you and kill you myself. Get out of here!â the priest shouted. âYou make my skin crawl!â
âI donât answer to you, boy,â Jezâral sneered as he stood up. âAnd neither do those who are following me. Just stay out of our way when we go to rescue my student. If you do that, I might let you live.â
âLet him go, Gerâalin,â Zerith muttered as the fighter moved to block the warlockâs exit. Once the man was gone, Zerith collapsed back down into his seat. âEveryone, get a few hoursâ sleep. Weâll be returning to Shadowprey tomorrow morning to work out terms with the Gelkis and to rescue my sister.â
~*~*~*~
Zerith sat, fidgeting impatiently and trying not to cough from the pipe smoke. The leaders of the Gelkis clan sat around the fire, puffing contentedly and discussing strikes and raids theyâd been in and making plans for future raids against the Magram clan.
âWe are honored to be brothers with warriors such as you,â Gerâalin said as he exhaled smoke. Zerith had suggested that the fighter do most of the talking when it came to bragging about their raids. âBut now, let us discuss the battle with the Burning Blade.â
âIn time, brother,â the eldest, a wise old centaur named Uthek said. âFirst we will feast and cement our bonds of brotherhood. Then, we will battle and trample our enemies under hoof.â
Zerith knew his face must look as strained as Gerâalinâs. That was the same answer theyâd gotten every time they tried to steer the talk towards planning Alayneâs rescue. Zerith could hear Gerâalin gritting his teeth in frustration. To the Gelkis, this was just another raid.
âHonored elders,â Zerith began, taking the pipe from his mouth and then nearly dropping it when the bowl burned his fingers. âWe look forward to feasting with you, but first, we must rescue my sister. She is being held prisoner. The Burning Blade took her in a raid.â
âYour trouble stirs our hearts,â Uthek said as he puffed on his pipe. âBut, to raid with new allies without a feast of brotherhood is unlucky. Until youâve been introduced to our clanâs totem spirits, fighting alongside you is unlucky. We would lack their blessing.Besides, it is only one night she is away from your tents. She will come to no harm,â he said reasonably.
Zerith and Gerâalin gaped at each other. Did the centaurs have any idea just what the Burning Blade would do to prisoners? From the impassive faces of the centaurs around them, the answer was obvious. They were not used to fighting enemies who were vile and given to torture, or worse. Their common opponents were other centaurs; creatures of primitive honor like themselves. Zerith sighed in frustration, wondering how he could communicate the danger that Alayne was in without offending his new allies. Fortunately, Gerâalin took the issue out of his hands.
âSheâs my woman and I want her back in my tent,â he said flatly. He ignored the outraged look on Zerithâs face. If it would prod the centaurs into action, heâd say whatever he needed to say. âIâll be going after her this evening with our without you. Sheâll not spend another night away from her clan.â
From the shocked looks on the centaursâ faces, not to mention the way Zerith looked as if he were about to choke to death, Gerâalin thought he may have gone too far. After a moment, Uthek sighed and nodded.
âYou wonât go alone,â Uthek said. Waving his arm towards a young centaur warrior, he ordered, âTake the pipes away. We have a raid to plan. Donât worry, young brother. We will get your woman back to your tent before your sheets have time to grow cold.â
~*~*~*~
Alayne shuddered, pushing herself up on arms that shook. Her back burned like a wildfire and her legs trembled. For the first hour, sheâd worried that she would betray her friends and tell the cult everything. After the second, endless hour of torture, she had indeed babbled out everything she knew. Anything to make the pain stop. Bitter tears of shame trickled past her nose as she recalled just how eager sheâd been to everything she could think of. The words had gushed out of her like a river that sheâd hoped would wash away the whips and the brands theyâd held. Forcing herself to her knees, she lifted her hands to her face and tried to claw her eyes out. The physical pain she could bear and recover from. The pain of betraying her friends; of discovering just how weak she was, the pain of failing to protect them and endangering them because of her own weaknessâŚshe would never recover from that. She wished that sheâd let the murdered man kill her so she would never have had to face this torment. Desperately, she tried to scratch away the memory of what she had done; of what had been done to her.
There now, donât do worse than they have already.
âI want to die. I wish they would kill me.â
Maybe they will. Maybe weâre both going to die here.
âItâs what we deserve. Light, please donât let Zerith risk himself in a rescue attempt.â
Alayne sank back down onto the cold, stone floor. She even closed her eyes and let her breathing become deep and even. She forced herself to keep her eyes closed even though she could see the looks of disgust and hatred her friends would give her when they found out she had betrayed them. Alayne turned, her back facing her fellow captives, so that they wouldnât see her weep.
âTheyâll hate me.â
They already do.
âI know. Theyâll hate me even more. No one will ever forgive me for what Iâve done.â
âThere are those who would understand. You must find them. Seek them out. They will care for you. They will understand the path you walk.â
Who are they? Alayne whispered desperately to the strange, new voice that had offered comfort. Who could understand what she had done and still offer her comfort? The question ran over and over in her mind as she tried to reach the speaker. She choked back sobs, trying to steel herself against the pain she felt whenever she moved. Behind her, she could hear the other prisoners whispering, praying, and begging for the forgiveness that she knew none of them would ever receive. Who are you?she demanded of the distant voice. She sighed bitterly, tears of anguish falling from her closed eyes, when silence was the only response.
~*~*~*~
âHey, it got them to plan the raid, didnât it?â Gerâalin said defensively. Zerith had not said a word during the rest of the exchange with the centaurs but the glares he had given the Blood Knight spoke loudly enough on their own. The priest did not like it when anyone even seemed to think that Alayne was less worthy of respect than another woman simply because sheâd lived among humans and worked in a tavern to pay the bills. âLook, it was just something to get them moving. I didnât mean anything by it. I donât think that she is like that at all. I know that she isnât and that she would gut any man who laid a hand on her without her permission.â
âShe is going to hit the roof when she finds out what you told them,â Zerith muttered. âAnd Iâm not going to stop her from killing you for this one.â
âI only said what I had to say to get them to actually do something other than sit around and feast and drink to brotherhood,â the fighter growled. âOr would you rather she remain in the warm and welcoming hands of the cultists another night just to protect her good name?â
âI understand why you did what you did, Gerâalin. Iâm just warning you that Alayne will not see it the same way. She can be very peculiar when it comes to that kind of talk. I have a feeling that sheâs terrified someone will think that sheâs little more than a tavern wench instead of seeing that sheâs someone who had to work in a tavern. You should get Darâja to tell you what Alayne said to her about what she was planning for me.â
âOveruse pronouns, much?â Callie asked, drawing her horse up along Zerithâs other side. âAnd what did Gerâalin do that is going to have Alayne up in arms?â
âOh no, heâs not telling you,â Gerâalin said. âYouâll run off and tell her first thing. Youâd probably convince the cultists to let you pass just so you could tell her!â
âNever mind, Callie,â Zerith said politely. âAre the others in position?â
âYes. Thatâs what I came to tell you. Uthek says that heâll signal the attack as soon as itâs full dark. That would be in about an hour, I guess,â she said, looking at the sky.
âWill the archers be able to see in the dark?â
âYes, Gerâalin, they will be able to,â she muttered. âIâm just as anxious as you are to get Alayne out of the cultistâs clutches. I saw her face. I know what sheâs terrified might happen to her. But,â the rogue sighed,âwe should stick to the plan you developed. It is a good one. Rather different than how we normally do things, though.â
âWe have to assume theyâll know everything about us and what weâve done already. We canât know what sheâs told them or what sheâs held backâŚor even if sheâs still alive,â he sighed sadly. Next to him, Gerâalin began growling, his eyes blazing with anger. âYou should probably get back into position,â Zerith muttered. âWait for Uthekâs signal.â
âOh,â she said as she turned to leave, âbefore I forget. Jezâral and that Strahad said something about them taking care of the library and the leaderâs chambers. I guess we should let them do that?â
âThey can burn in the Nether for all I care, damned wizards and their Light-be-damned books,â Gerâalin growled angrily.
âYes, Callie. Let them do whatever they want. Weâre here for Alayne,â Zerith said, his tone implying the âthank you for putting up with Gerâalinâ that the Forsaken seemed to need right then. With a sigh, he schooled himself to patience, speaking only to calm Gerâalin while waiting for Uthekâs signal.
~*~*~*~
Alayne groaned, then whimpered when she heard her joints pop and crack as she moved, trying to find a position that didnât hurt as much. Pain washed over her in waves. In her failing vision, she could see her other self floating before her eyes. Reaching out, she tried to draw on her strange selfâs strength. Bitter tears leaked from the corners of her eyes when she realized that the woman had no more strength than she.
âI will surrender to you if youâll help me,â she whispered to her own wavering face. âJust give me the strength to fight back once; to fight back enough to force them to kill me.â
âYou will not die here, Alayne.â
âWho are you?â she gasped. She could see her other self nodding as if responding to an order Alayne had not heard. Her ghostly mirror vanished, leaving her alone. For a moment, Alayne felt an intense despair. Then, she felt a welcome surge of rage begin to well in her heart. She smiled in the darkness. She was not going to die here.
~*~*~*~
âLetâs go!â Gerâalin shouted as soon as he saw the signal theyâd been watching for. Elves, orcs, trolls, tauren, and centaur poured from the hills above the coven, crashing down upon the warlocks like a flood. Off to a corner, he could see Jezâral and the human with him making their way to the area they said was the library. âWizards and their books,â he muttered as his sword flashed through the air, cutting open the orc warlock in front of him. Onwards, he fought, cutting a path through the violence with his blade. He could hear Zerith behind him, calling on the Light to smite the cultists and heal his friends.
âWe found it!â he heard Callie call from across the ruined building. âThis way,â she gestured. Gerâalin followed her to a ramp leading down to what looked like a pile of rubble. âLook at it closely,â she said. âIt could fool a dwarf.â Gerâalin examined the pile carefully. After a moment, he realized it was a very cleverly painted door. Lifting his foot, he summoned all the rage he possessed and kicked it off its frame.
âGood job!â Zerith shouted as he ducked into the hallway. Callie and Gerâalin followed on his heels, punching, shoving, and slashing their way down the twisting paths. Up ahead, they heard a manâs agonized shouts. Callie and Zerith rushed towards the source of the sounds while Gerâalin pressed deeper into the lair. He laughed with malicious delight whenever one of the cultists fell to his blade. They would pay for kidnapping Alayne.
~*~*~*~
Alayne shivered, her teeth chattering as her body shook. The temperature in the room had begun to plummet in the past few minutes. Letting the rage burn through her, she shoved herself up on her hands and knees and tried to summon the strength to stand. Wobbling unsteadily on her feet, she lurched towards the door, determined to tear it down and fight through the Burning Blade until she was freeâŚor dead. She roared with rage as she took a wobbling step. The door seemed so far away. Placing each foot carefully, she crossed the room. She reached the door and placed her hands upon it. Summoning all of the power she could muster, she pushed against the wooden door. It gave way in an explosion of splinters. The backlash of the spell singed her skin and hair but she did not feel it. She took a careful step into the hallwayâŚ
âŚand spiraled down into utter darkness as the world gave way beneath her.
~*~*~*~
Gerâalin fought onward. Heâd long since lost sight and sound of his comrades. He had lost himself in the twisting passages of the underground labyrinth. Only the groans of the few warlocks who had tried to remain hidden during the fight could be heard this far beneath the ground. He rounded a corner, his footfalls echoing ahead of him. Two warlocks emerged from one of the rooms just as he stepped in front of the doorway. They had only a second to blink in surprised confusion before he had both of them on the floor, the orcâs blood pumping out as quickly as her heart beat. The undead he tore apart, knowing from his time in Undercity that only burning the corpse would keep it from reanimating after a few hours. He then ducked into the room theyâd headed out of, surprised to find it a dead end. Turning on his heel to leave, he heard a womanâs roar from beneath the room followed by a tremendous explosion. Keeping to his feet, he glanced around for the cause of the sudden tremor in the room.
âAh ha!â he exclaimed, seeing the trapdoor hidden beneath the table. Shoving the table aside, he opened the door and leapt down, sword at the ready. Alayne lay sprawled on the floor in a heap. The broken remnants of the cell door dotted the hallway. âLight no!â he shouted, dropping his sword and shield on the ground and fell to kneel beside the fallen woman. Rolling Alayne on her back, he pressed his fingers against her neck, shuddering with relief to find her pulse beating faintly. She burned to the touch with some fever and the whole cell stank of infection and rot. He tried to clear his mind and reach out as his instructors had taught, tried to wrest the healing powers that came from the Light into his hands. For long moments, he tried desperately to purge the poison coursing through the Alayneâs veins. With a strangled grunt of anger, he set her back on the ground gently, and rose to his feet. Choking back the tears of self-hatred he felt rising at his failure and ineptitude, he turned and ran from the cell.
âZerith!â he called out as he raced back up through the keep. âDarâja? Somebody come quickly!â
~*~*~*~
âAh, Relâin,â Jezâral was saying as he saw the man that the Disorder of Azeroth had taken captive. âI thought you might be part of this insanity.â
âJezâral,â the elf said calmly. âIâm not surprised to see you as part of this rabble.â
âWhereâs Alayne?â Zerith demanded.
âOh, is that the wenchâs name?â Relâin asked, affecting surprise. âI canât be bothered to learn the names of all the fools we execute.â
âYouâd better be lying,â Callie warned, hefting her daggers.
âOh, he is,â Jezâral said pleasantly. âHeâd never kill a captive until they were too weak to survive the torment he extracts from them. Thatâs his weakness. Though Iâm surprised he would run as sloppy an operation as he does. Relâin, old man,â Jezâral said amiably, as if talking with an old friend instead of a traitor to his people, âIâm surprised you let my student get through to steal back the Tome.â
âThat was Veryl, not me,â the elf spat.
âAh. So that explains why she returned to me with her robes ripped open. Veryl never could stand to let a woman pass by without interference. Iâm sure, however, that heâll come to regret laying a hand on my student. If Alayne couldnât teach him manners, Iâll relish that lesson.â
âIâll kill him!â Zerith swore, looking around for the subject of discussion.
âShe beat you to that,â Relâin said calmly. âShe cut him to ribbons in the library. Veryl never did stop to think that someday, a wench might actually back up her ânoâ with a little action.â
âThatâs my sister youâre talking about, you filth!â Zerith shouted, advancing on the captive man, enraged beyond reasoning. Jezâral grabbed the priest before he could tear Relâin apart with his bare hands.
âStop it, Relâin,â Jezâral sighed. âYou wonât get an easy death at this young manâs hands. Zerith,â he said to the priest, âleave. Go see if you can find the prison cells. Thatâs more likely than not where Alayne will be.â For a moment, it seemed as if the priest would ignore the warlock. Then Gerâalin stumbled into the room.
âZerith,â he gasped, âquick. Found her,â he said as he sucked air into his starving lungs. âHurt bad. Afraid to move her.Needs your help.â
Without another look at the traitor elf, Zerith followed Gerâalin further into the lair at a run.
~*~*~*~
Zerith gasped in horror as he examined the womenâs injuries. Gerâalin hovered over him, pacing and cursing at himself. Reaching out to the Light, Zerith made a futile attempt to heal Alayne. He sighed when the effort was not enough. His sisterâs injuries were beyond his ability to repair alone. Trying again to would be like trying to reach for the moon by standing on his toes. Every gasp or moan she let escape from her throat when he moved her cut through him like a knife. He wished he could risk waking Alayne, risk letting her know she was safe, that her tormenters were dead.
âSheâd just pass right back out from the pain,â he whispered to himself. Alayne was a mass of cuts, bruises, and burns. He could feel the heat of infection just by holding his hand over some of the worst of them. If the prison cell hadnât stunk of illness and putrefaction before now, the stench of the womanâs untreated wounds would have made the air loathsome on its own.
âZerith?â he heard Darâja call out from the door way. âThey said you needed assistance. I came as quickly as I could.â
He nodded and pointed for her to sit on the other side of Alayne. Closing his eyes, he felt Darâja reaching for the source of her divine powers while he opened himself to the Light. At a signal that he couldnât explain but knew instinctively, he melded their energies together and directed them into the womanâs body.
Alayne gasped and then settled back to the floor, her breathing coming more easily. Only faint bruises and scars remained, marking her fair skin, as signs of her torture. Examining her again, he smiled sadly at Alayne. The wounds to her body were gone, soon only scars remained. The wounds to her mind spirit would take much longer to heal.
With a sigh, Zerith let Darâja help him up. He opened the door and was almost knocked over by Gerâalin. âSheâs still asleep,â Zerith said in response to the question in the fighterâs eyes. âSheâll need to rest.â
âI know, I know,â Gerâalin muttered, unable to keep delight out of his voice. âBut she doesnât have to stay here, does she?â
âNo, I suppose not,â Zerith said tiredly. âYou can take her to your tent.â
Gerâalin flushed in embarrassment but said nothing as he carried Alayne out of the dank cell.
~*~*~*~
Gerâalin smiled, at least, it was an attempt at a smile, as yet another person clapped him on the shoulder and offered congratulations. Zerith must have related the entire incident to Callie for it to have spread all over the gathering so quickly.
âI am going to strangle her,â he muttered to himself, or words to that effect.
âStrangle who?â the intended target asked. Gerâalin gave a start; he had not heard anyone creep up behind him.
âYou,â he snarled. âAre you trying to get me killed?â
âWhat are you so upset about?â Callie blinked. âWhatever it was, I didnât do it. Iâve been too busy,â she said, fighting a smile, âtoo busy looking after your woman!â she cackled.
âHow is Alayne doing?â Gerâalin asked pointedly, trying to ignore the teasing.
âSheâs still asleep,â Callie said, her demeanor changing instantly. âZerith thinks she may sleep another day or so. If we hadnât killed most of them, Iâd be all for going and massacring those blasted cultists untilâŚuntilâŚuntil they were dead!â she finished lamely, her anger preventing her from making her normal smart-aleck rejoinder.
âI can agree with you there,â Gerâalin muttered, unconsciously gripping the hilt of his sword. âYou should be glad you didnât see what she looked like before Zerith and Darâja got there.â
âI am. Itâs bad enough just watching her sleep now. You can call me a liar, but two days ago, Iâd have prayed for her to sleep peacefully. Now I wish sheâd twitch or move or mumble just once. Itâs un-natural,â Callie shuddered. âIf I couldnât see her chest rising and falling, Iâd think she was dead, sheâs so still. Zerith says itâs just exhaustion butâŚâ
âI understand,â Gerâalin whispered. âThe Magram are sitting quiet,â he said, changing the subject.
âSo thatâs where you went. Darâja said she figured you were scouting out one of the other clans. She said you probably needed to get away from all the well-wishers for a few hours.â
Gerâalin winced. âIâm glad sheâs still asleep. Iâve been meaning to talk to you about those âwell-wishersâ ever since the first of them offered their congratulations. Oh no, donât try that wide-eyed innocent look with me, Callie. That trick wonât work this time.â
âI had nothing to do with this one, Gerâalin. I swear.â
âI have a hard time believing you considering that youâve managed to tell every last person what someone else remarked about them when it amused you. But this time, itâs gone a little too far. Iâve not had a momentâs peace since we got back from Mannoroc Coven!â
âI swear I said nothing to no one. The only person Iâve mentioned it to was you.â
âSure.â
âSheâs telling the truth,â Zerith said. Both sinâdorei and Forsaken started. So intent they had been on their arguing that they had not heard the priest approach.
âIs she awake yet?â
âHow is she?â
âSheâs still asleep. And sheâll be fine,â Zerith sighed. âItâs just exhaustion.â
âAre you sure?â Callie asked. âI can hardly stand to go in there.â
âIt is just exhaustion,â the priest repeated. âAfter seeing what they did to her, Iâm not surprised at all by how long itâs taking her to wake up. Light, I probably wouldnât want to wake up either after being treated like that,â he shuddered.
âDonât dwell on it, Zerith,â Gerâalin advised. âWeâve already brought her tormentors to justice.â
âI know,â he sighed. âBut, at any rate, Callieâs not the one who spread news of your marital status all over the camp. You can thank the centaurs for that. And no, Gerâalin, you canât go and bash our new allies over the head so donât even ask. Iâm sure that if youâll just wait and explain it to her rationally, sheâll understand and be flattered. Or, she wonât and youâll be speaking in a slightly higher register for a while.â
âSheâll understand,â Callie nodded. âIf Iâd been in your place, Iâd have done the same thing.â
âAnd it gives you something else to harass me over,â Gerâalin laughed without mirth. âIâm going to go find something to eat and try to avoid ever speaking to anyone ever again. Me and my big mouth.â
âWhy is he letting it bother him so much?â Zerith wondered aloud after Gerâalin had stalked off. âI mean, yeah, sure, Alayneâs old-fashioned. She doesnât even like me being in her room when Iâm looking after her and she calls me her brother. Still, she didnât flip out that night he passed out on the floor of her room so⌠What?â he asked, seeing the disgusted look on Callieâs face.
âI refuse to believe that you are as dimwitted as youâre pretending to be,â the Forsaken muttered, turning on her heel and following Gerâalin.
âIs everyone trying to drive me crazy?â Zerith called out after her. âBecause, if so, youâre succeeding admirably! I wish someone would let me in on this joke,â he muttered.
âWhat joke?â Darâja asked as she walked up to him.
âI donât know,â he sighed, hating the whine in his voice. Stumping over to her, he leaned his head down against her shoulder in tired defeat. He smiled when he felt her arms circle his waist and heard her murmur something vaguely comforting. âForget about them,â he muttered into her hair. âLetâs get something to eat before I have to go check in on Alayne again.â
~*~*~*~
âTheyâll never forgive me,â Alayne whispered to the stranger. She sat in a cold, dark room, much like the cell that housed her. âI betrayed them because I was weak and scared and theyâll never forgive me.â In the strange manner of dreams, she felt comfortable confessing to the strange man standing, swathed in shadows, in front of her.
âI forgive you,â he rasped.
âI know you do,â she said, surprised that she did know. âBut, do you understandâŚâ
âUnderstand about the battle you face to control your temper? Understand the shame you felt when you pleaded with your captors to let you tell them all about the disposition of the forces in the Ghostlands?â the stranger asked, amused. âOf course I understand, Alayne. Iâve betrayed and been betrayed in turn.â
âI donât think I can bear it,â Alayne continued as if she had not heard. âI donât think Iâll be able to bear the looks of disgust and scorn that theyâll give me when I must tell them about what I did. Theyâll hate me, then. Instead of caring for me, Zerith will push me away. Iâll be all alone again. Just like after Mother died.â
âYouâll never be alone. Come to me and I can reunite you with your true friends and family,â the stranger offered. âAlready, I have calmed the battle within you. There is much I can do to help you grow strong, little one.â He could sense the woman hesitating, wavering in her decision. All that held her from him was her devotion to her brother. The stranger had not yet uncovered a way to cut that tie though he had several likely plans in motion. He disliked being forced to move so quickly and openly. With a sigh that sounded like the icy wind of death itself, the stranger changed his tactic. âYou should rest,â he cooed soothingly, careful to keep distaste out of his tone. âRest and dream of one who will always love you, no matter what choices you make.â
~*~*~*~
Alayne sat, facing the corner of her room, shivering and sobbing. Her mother had shoved her into her room ages ago, ordering her to sit in the corner and think about what sheâd done. It wasnât fair, the little girl thought to herself. It wasnât as if sheâd meant to break that jar. Sheâd just wanted to look at the pretty sparkles it was making. She hadnât meant to disobey her mother. She was just so curious about the pretty things in the store that she couldnât stop her hands from reaching out to try to grab them.
Outside, she could hear her mother and father talking. Then she heard the stairs creak and the door to her room open. Turning, she began sobbing anew when she saw her fatherâs stern face.
âAlayne, come here,â he said firmly, sitting on her bed. Alayne wiped the tears from her eyes and hiccoughed as she dragged her feet, walking slowly across the room until she stood in front of her father. She heard him sigh and then say, âAlayne, look up at me.â She lifted her face and stared up at him, unable to stop her crying. âYour mother told me what happened at the arcanistâs shop today, Alayne. You know better than to touch anything unless your mother or I say you may.â
âYes, Papa,â she sobbed.
âUntil you can learn to obey your mother and me, you wonât be allowed to go out shopping with us. Youâll have to stay with an adult when we have to run errands until you can show us that you are an obedient little girl. Do you understand?â
âYes, Papa,â she sobbed again. She flinched when he reached out for her and saw his expression change from one of sternness to one of concern. She felt her heart flutter when he lifted her up and set her in his lap, rocking her while she cried.
âThere, there,â he said softly. âStop crying. Itâs okay now.â
âI c-canât!â she wailed, burying her face in her fatherâs chest and shuddering.
âWhatâs the matter, Alayne? I just told you what your punishment was. Thereâs no need to keep carrying on like this.â
âI was âfraid,â she managed to croak out. âI thought you and Mama would hate me for being so bad.â
âOh now,â he said, holding her up to his face and smiling, âthereâs nothing in this world that you could do so bad that would make Mama and I hate you. I love you, Alayne, and I always will.â
Alayne stared at her fatherâs smiling face, seeing the love shining from his bright blue eyes. The warmth of his care melted away the rest of her fear and she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and tangling them in his long, reddish brown hair while he rocked her until she fell asleep, safe and secure in her fatherâs loving arms.
~*~*~*~
Alayne woke up and blinked. She was laying atop a pile of furs, a quilt thrown over her. Her tattered and filthy robes had been replaced with a clean linen nightgown and, as she tested her legs, she noticed she had been healed. Lifting her hands to her face, she could no longer feel the swelling or the soreness that had she had grown accustomed to in the last days. Her fingers encountered the wetness of tears as they traced her cheeks and she smiled, letting the bittersweet warmth of nostalgia drift over her as she remembered the dream.
Her joy was short-lived, though, as she pulled herself out of the bed and began to examine her surroundings. A pile of her clothes lay heaped in one corner and, with a shudder, she lifted the remains of what she had been wearing when she was captured. âI donât think thereâs a seamstress in the universe that could repair this,â she muttered. âI wish there was one who could repair my memories,â she said as she threw the rags down and wiped her hands on her nightgown. âWhere in the nine hells am I?â she asked aloud.
âAh, youâre awake!â a booming feminine voice shouted from the opening of the tent. âJust stay there, lass. Your mate was worried about you. Iâll go fetch him now.â
âThank you!â Alayne called out to her mysterious benefactress. âWait, my what?â
~*~*~*~
Gerâalin tore another bit of meat off the haunch he held, telling himself it was deer, and swallowed without tasting it. The sun was setting and a chill was spreading across the desert, making him grateful to sit close to the fire, telling himself that it was the heat of the flame that was bringing color to his face and not the remarks of the centaurs heâd chosen to sup with. Thinking that they would leave him in peace had been his first mistake, he mused as he tore another bite off and chewed angrily. Maybe, if he could figure out a way without offending his new âbrothers,â he could introduce them to a concept called âthe quiet gameâ that his mother had loved for him to play when he was a child.
He tried to smile and nod happily as the centaurs continued to offer their rather frank, and, considering the differences in physiology, impossible — not to mention inappropriate –advice on how best to celebrate his âmateâsâ return. Waving them off, he said something about needing some more wine and stalked off. Seeing Darâja, Zerith, and Callie sitting by themselves, he headed in their direction. The good-natured ribbing of his friends was preferable to the more ribald lessons their allies had been giving him.
He was halfway to his friends when he heard hooves galloping in his direction. Turning, he saw one of the centaur women whoâd been helping to tend to Alayne. The horse-woman wore a broad grin as she halted in front of the elven man.
âYour womanâs awake,â the female centaur laughed. âClimb aboard; sheâs eager to see you.â
âMe and my big mouth!â Gerâalin groaned.
~*~*~*~
Alayne paced the width of the tent, her heart pounding in fear. Had the centaurs rescued her from the Burning Blade and then given her to one of their own as some kind of sick prize? Sheâd heard stories of women taken in raids from the humans as she was growing up and the notion had always disgusted her. She froze when she heard hooves approaching her tent. Looking around for a weapon, she steeled herself to fight off whatever barbaric horse-man thought he would ravish her. Her hand gripped a spear stuck in the ground in the corner of the tent and, with a strength borne of desperation, she managed to free it from the dirt.
Her heart lurched in her throat when she saw Gerâalin duck into the tent and she dropped the spear in relief.
âYou will not believe what they told me,â she said, her voice shaky with relief.
âItâs good to see you up and about,â Gerâalin said, looking everywhere except at Alayne. âBut maybe you should go back to sleep for a while?â he suggested lamely.
âOh no,â she laughed. âIâm starving. I didnât think Iâd ever see you again. Where are Zerith and Callie? Are they still angry with me?â
âYouâre hungry?â Gerâalin asked. âIâll just go get you something to eat, then. Iâm sure Zerith and the others will want to see you as well. Iâll just go get them too while Iâm at it,â he said, lifting the tent flap as he prepared to go out.
âWait a minute,â Alayne said. âWhere are we? What happened? The last thing I remember is trying to get to the door,â she explained, âand thinking that I was going to die in thereâŚâ she trailed off, shuddering in distaste at the memory, âThe next thing I remember is waking up here and some centaur lady saying â and this will make you laugh â that she was going to fetch my mate!â Alayne gasped, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. âI thought I was about to meet a four-legged suitor when you ducked in here!â
Gerâalin gave a guilty start. âWeâre in the Gelkis village, just west of Mannoroc Coven,â he said, trying to divert her away from any dangerous topic. âYouâve been here for about two days now, asleep. We allied with the Gelkis to rescue you. You were pretty bad off,â he said, his eyes darkening as he recalled the sight. âBetween us and the Gelkis, we killed or captured every last one of those Light-be-damned cultists. Did any of themâŚâ Gerâalin trailed off, anger choking him.
Alayne stared at the man as if she had never seen him before. âDid any of them hurt you, Alayne?â Gerâalin managed to croak out, sounding strangled. The woman stared at him dumbly. âIf that any one of those scumbags so much as touched you, I swear by the Pantheon, IâllâŚ!â
âOh, Light no,â Alayne gasped, understanding dawning. âSome of them wanted to, I suppose, but their leader wouldnât so much as let them touch me without him being there. He preferred to torture me himself. He seemed to enjoy it,â she shuddered, âAre you okay, Gerâalin? Do you want me to get you some water or something?â she asked, recoiling at the look of implacable hatred on her friendâs face.
âIâm fine,â the fighter said, a slow smile washing away the strange look heâd bore. âI couldnât be better,â he laughed.
âThatâs a relief,â Alayne said, sitting back down on the furs that constituted her bed. âHow are the others? Zerith and Callie? And Darâja, too,â she added. âWhy didnât they come with you?â
âTheyâre fine. Zerith and Callie have been hovering over you the whole time. I think they only left to go find something to eat. Speaking of that, you said you were hungry,â he said, turning to leave again. He opened the tent flap to find a pair of centaur matrons standing in front of him carrying plates of food. âOh no,â he whispered.
âHungry, lass?â one of the centaur ladies laughed. âWell, you can hardly celebrate with your mate on an empty stomach!â
Gerâalin grabbed the plate from the horse-lady and let the tent flap drop. He turned around, to see Alayne staring at him, her hands on her hips, one knee bent, foot tapping and eyes glittering dangerously. âThatâs really a funny story,â he said, forcing a laugh. âYou see I told them that you were my woman so that they would goâŚAlayne, what are you doing? Put down that spear!â
~*~*~*~
âWas that Gerâalin that just rode off on the back of a centaur?â Callie asked, staring off behind Zerith.
âDo I look like I have eyes in the back of my head?â the priest asked, smiling at his friend. âIf youâre finished eating, we should probably go check on Alayne. See if you can find some stew or something in case sheâs woken up.â
Callie hurried off, while Zerith swallowed the last of his meal. The Forsaken woman returned a few minutes later with a large bowl of steaming stew and a loaf of bread. The pair stood up and began walking towards the tent where the elven woman lay sleeping. Darâja spotted them and hurried over, giving Zerith a kiss on the cheek in welcome and whispering that she wanted to check on Alayne as well.
âIâve got a bad feeling about this,â Zerith laughed when he saw a crowd of centaur women gathering around Alayneâs tent. He could see the tent flap moving and tell that the horse-women were speaking to someone inside. Then, the horse-women backed away in surprise as Gerâalin sprinted out of the tent, running for his life with Alayne following after him, her night gown hiked to her knees with one hand while she waved a spear in the other.
âGerâalin!â she screamed as she chased the man, âI canât believe you told them I was your woman! What in the name of the Light possessed you? Get back here so I can stab you with this spear! Your woman, indeed! Why did Zerith let you live? Oh, no you donât! Get out of that tree!â
âIs this a normal mating custom of your people?â one of the centaurs asked the three gawkers. Three pairs of eyes turned on the questioner. Zerith, Callie, and Darâja stared at the centaur for a moment before all three burst into laughter. Zerith managed to convince the horse-women that this was, indeed, some time-honored tradition of his people while Darâja and Callie gasped for air, laughing about the newly-invented ancient sinâdorei mating ritual called âthe tree-run.â
~*~*~*~
âSo, she didnât kill you after all,â Zerith said, stifling a laugh. Gerâalin was walking back into the camp, carrying a sleeping Alayne in his arms.
âNo, she didnât,â the fighter said tightly. âThe spear is still up the tree somewhere; I couldnât find it in the dark. Then the little minx fell asleep waiting for me to climb down so she could kill me. I suppose itâs all over the camp by now,â he muttered.
âIt is. There may be a few people in Winterspring who didnât hear her screaming at you, if thatâs any relief.â
âOddly enough, it is.â
âWant me to carry her back to her tent?â Zerith offered.
âThank you, but no. We came to anâŚagreement of sorts,â he muttered sullenly. âI think sheâs been spending fartoo much time with Darâja.â
âIâll be around shortly to sit with her so you can get some rest.â
âAgain, thank you, but no,â Gerâalin said firmly. âI told you we came to an agreement. Part of it is that Iâm to stand guard for her until everyone forgets about this whole incident,â he muttered. âIt was either that or wear one of her dresses in the middle of the camp and sing some sappy love song,â he said in response to the shocked expression on Zerithâs face. âGo on. Get some sleep. Iâll take care of your sister as if she were my own.â
Watching the priest walk off, glancing occasionally over his shoulder and shaking his head, Gerâalin waited until he was out of sight before continuing on with his task. Alayne had extracted several promises from him before she finally let him climb down and sit with her until she fell asleep. Sheâd found the entire situation hilarious âonce sheâd calmed down, of course. After sheâd finished laughing about it, they had talked about all manner of things from magic to history, the constellations and even cooking until Alayne nodded off. Kicking aside the tent flap and ducking in, Gerâalin set her down and tucked her in, thankful that she was asleep and couldnât see the tenderness in his eyes. âYou know,â he whispered to her sleeping face, âI would have agreed to watch over you, regardless.â
~*~*~*~
Darâja watched as Alayne went through another set of stances. Her blade work had improved by leaps and bounds over the past few weeks. The warlock was also becoming more adept at fighting with daggers and bare hands. Darâja sighed, wishing she could believe that the improvement was due to her own teaching. She admitted, reluctantly, that it was probably down to the amount of time Alayne spent with Gerâalin.
âI canât believe youâre still letting him sleep in the same tent after the fit you threw when you first woke up,â Darâja muttered. Alayne stared at her quizzically as if wondering what she was talking about.
âOh, that,â the warlock shrugged dismissively. âWell, itâs either put up with his snoring and complaining about having to sleep on the ground or tell our new allies that they were tricked into that rescue. I doubt the Warchief would be pleased to learn that we had managed to make an alliance and then promptly lost it.â
âStill, the way you nearly had a conniption just because of what he saidâŚâ
âWell, if everyone wants to think Iâm the sort of woman who hops into bed with a man I barely know, then thatâs their problem. Not mine. Speaking of that,â Alayne said, dropping her stance and sheathing the sword, âI never did get the details from you on how your evening with Zerith and my dress went. I want that dress back, by the way.â
âItâŚdidnât go as I expected,â the Blood Knight muttered. âHe did like the dressâŚor me wearing it â he wasnât too clear which â but he didnât do anything other than comment on it and tell me that he wasnât going to react.â
âHm,â Alayne sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her chin pensively. âWeâll have to try something else, then. Maybe if we got him drunk.â
âAlayneâŚâ Darâja growled.
âVery drunk.â
âAlayne, itâs not going to happen. Heâs not like that.â
âI seem to remember someone telling me all men were like that,â Alayne grinned wolfishly. âDonât worry, Iâm sure we can trip him up somehow.â
âI donât want to trip him up!â Darâja shouted. âI like how he is. I like how our relationship is. I donât want to speed things up or change anything about it just yet.â
âStill, itâs not a half-bad idea.â
âYouâre right. Itâs not a âhalf-badâ idea. Itâs a completely-bad idea. Drop it.â
âIf youâre sure about thatâŚâ
âI am.â
Alayne unbelted the sword, set it on the ground, and began moving through a series of warm-ups Darâja remembered Gerâalin using when he was preparing to demonstrate unarmed combat maneuvers. âWhy the sudden change?â Darâja asked, thinking about the sudden switch from spells to swords.
âI just think itâd be a good idea for you two to quit tiptoeing around and get on with it. You both seem happy. Why wait?â
âNo, I meantâŚnever mind,â Darâja sighed.
âSeriously, life is too short and too uncertain. You two should go back to Silvermoon, get married â if thatâs whatâs holding him up â and get to work on repopulating the city. Iâm sure you heard the same lectures and speeches the rest of us did,â Alayne muttered, flushing slightly at the last part. âYouâre nearly old enough for your first fertile period, arenât you?â
âAnother five years for me, at least. Iâm only twenty-four. And, honestly, Iâm nowhere near ready toâŚâ
âZerith will be an excellent father. And I wouldnât mind being an auntie.â
âIâm not ready for that yet, Alayne. And seriously, why are you so fixated on this?â
âLike I saidâŚâ
âYouâŚare the oddest person Iâve ever met. Including Gerâalin.â
âThank you.â
âThat wasnât a compliment.â
âThank you nonetheless. Honestly, Darâja, do you want to spend the rest of your life out in the wilds like this? Never knowing if the next battle will be the one that tears you apart forever? Would you be content to sit behind the walls of Silvermoon, never knowing if he was coming back to you this time? Never having anything of his to keep part of him with you forever?â
âAlayne, thatâs not theâŚâ
âIt is the point,â the warlock argued, stopping her exercises. âYou should take Zerith back home and keep him there. Heâs too valuable to keep risking himself like this.â
âAnd where would we be if you and Zerith hadnât risked yourselves?â
âThatâs beside the point.â
âNo, itâs not. Now, while I appreciate your thoughts on this matter, my relationship is between me and Zerith and Iâd really rather you stayed out of it.â
âFine then,â Alayne muttered. âIâm going to go for a run down the canyon.â
The warlock jogged off before Darâja could remember that sheâd been wanting to know why Alayne was suddenly so interested in melee combat instead of her magic. Deciding that it was pointless to try to continue talking to the other woman right now, Darâja headed back to Shadowprey Village. Zerith would be there going over the maps that Gerâalin had made of the Maurdineâs twisting territory.
~*~*~*~
Zerith smiled and nodded as Darâja entered the inn. She gave him a tight-lipped smile and then headed over to join him. Spread out on the table in front of him were various maps and notes from Gerâalin concerning the disposition of the Maurdine and their patrol routes. Zerith stacked them neatly and set them to one side as Darâja joined him at the table. He had ordered his lunch just moments ago and could use a break from his work.
âStill working the forms with Alayne?â he asked when Darâja settled in next to him. She sat in silence for a moment while the cook brought out the sandwiches heâd asked for and a pitcher of steaming tea. Deciding to let her speak in her own time, he dug in to his food. Heâd skipped breakfast that morning to go observe a new fighting style that Tauâre and Davril were working on and was ravenous. âGerâalin says sheâs actually getting pretty good at that style of combat. He was wondering if she could do that and cast spells at the same time. I told him Iâd heard of battle mages but I wasnât sure what style of fighting they trained for. Still, perhaps itâs worth exploring especially since Tauâre and Davril haveâŚâ
âAlayne wants us to get married and have children,â Darâja said flatly, staring dully into space. A sudden crash brought her nearly to her feet. Zerith was staring at her with a blank expression. His hands were still curled as if holding a mug. He did not seem aware of the ceramic fragments or tea staining his robes.
âYou have my attention,â he said calmly. âAlayne wants what?â
âShe was just saying we should stop waiting around and get it over with.â
âIs this some kind of joke?â
âNo. She was serious. I told her that neither of us was remotely ready for any such thing but she seems to have developed an obsession with it. This is the fourth time sheâs mentioned it to me.â
âI think I need to have a talk with her. Excuse me,â he said politely.
âSheâs gone for a jog. You may have to wait a while.â
âThen I will have a chat with Gerâalin. The way those two have had their heads together lately, itâs pretty likely he has a pretty good idea of whatâs going through her mind.â
Zerith stood up, brushed his robes off, and then walked out of the inn. Glancing through the town, he noted that Gerâalin was not there. Grunting to himself, he took the road out of town and towards the Gelkisâs settlement. He found the Blood Knight just outside of Shadowprey Village sitting beneath the very tree Alayne had run him up. Studying Gerâalin, he noticed that the man had his eyes closed and a look of intense concentration on his face. Zerith approached him quietly. The dark-haired fighter seemed to be practicing an exercise that was set for most novice priests just learning to wield holy magic. âSorry to interrupt you,â Zerith said calmly, âbut Iâd like to know just what in the name of the Dark Titan is going through Alayneâs head lately.â
âWhat?â Gerâalin replied, opening his eyes. He sighed when he saw Zerith glaring down at him. âHonestly, I have no clue. Sheâs beenâŚskittish ever since we rescued her. I know sheâs been trying to convince Darâja to take another stab at seducing you,â the Blood Knight admitted, his face flaming scarlet at the thought. âSheâs even cornered me and asked me what exactly elven men find attractive in women. Trust me, Iâve had far too many conversations on that topic with her. Sheâs set on what she wants and what she wants is for you and Darâja â or rather, just you â to be back in Silvermoon. I think, in all honesty, she wants everyone back home. I thinkâŚI think her captivity has unsettled her and sheâs overreacting because she doesnât want anyone she cares about to ever be in that situation.â
âUnderstandable butâŚâ
âSheâs not rational.â
âElaborate.â
âZerith, I think sheâs ill. She barely sleeps and when she does, her rest is filled with nightmares that have her tossing and turning, moaning and pleading. Her mind never gets a chance to rest.â
âI see.â
âNo, you donât. Youâre not the one sharing a tent with her every night.â
âIâm not. Why are you still doing that, by the way? And donât feed me that line about not wanting to anger the Gelkis by admitting you lied to them.â
âBecause she trusts me and sheâs not scared to be vulnerable around me,â he admitted. âAnd, she needs someone to watch over her. Iâm willing to do it. I care about her like you do. But, she canât seem to wrap her mind around the concept that she wouldnât be âtaking time away from Darâjaâ by asking you to watch over her and sheâs terrified that if she admits to being afraid, youâll send her away. She said something about it being too late to come clean or some nonsense.â
âThatâs it,â Zerith said, spitting the words out between clenched teeth. âI want to talk to her myself.â
âSheâll probably be in our tent laying down,â Gerâalin offered. âShe stopped by a few minutes ago saying her head hurt too much to continue her run. I was just going to go check on her and see if she wanted any lunch.â
The two men walked over to the large tent near the border between centaur and Horde territory. Gerâalin stepped inside and then let loose a sharp shout of pain as he slammed into the ground. âTen points for a perfectly executed body slam,â the fighter muttered, âbut minus twenty for timing. Zerith wants to talk to you.â
Zerith stepped into the tent, surprised to see Alayne rising from a crouch. She nodded to him and plastered a smile on her face. âBeen planning the next battle?â she asked.
âI have,â he replied. âBut, I want to talk to you about what you said to Darâja.â
âI didnât say anything to herâŚâ
âYou want us to get married and have children and neither of us is even fifty years old yet.â
âWell, youâd both be happier ifâŚâ
âIsnât that between she and I?â
âAll right, all right,â Alayne muttered. âIâll drop the subject.â
âNo.â
âYou donât want me to drop it?â she asked, confused.
âNo, I want to know whatâs going on with you,â he said with forced calm. âI know youâre not sleeping well. I know youâve been acting strange ever since you were captured. Actually, since before that. Youâve been acting oddly since Stromgarde. You run hot and cold and I can hardly keep up with you.â
âNothing is going on with me,â she protested.
âAlayne,â Gerâalin sighed, pushing himself up onto his seat, âenough.â
Alayne chewed her lower lip and then helped the Blood Knight to his feet. They shared a look and then Gerâalin sighed and walked out of the tent. Alayne sighed and walked over to the raised sleeping platform. More than large enough for two people, the sleeping platform was covered with thick furs. It looked inviting in a primitive way. Still, Zerith wondered how anyone could sleep comfortably on something so lumpy. Alayne patted the area next to her and motioned for him to join her. He strode over and sat down. Despite how lumpy it looked, it was quite comfortable.
âIâm tired of being afraid,â she sighed. âI want to stop being afraid and start being brave.â
âAlayne, everyoneâs afraid at some point or another.â
âNo, just listen. Iâve been terrified for you, scared of myself, and finally frightened to death that one day it will be you who gets caught instead of me. I justâŚI just want everyone to be safe. The only way I can think of to make that happen is for all of you to go back to SilvermoonâŚâ
âAnd would you come with us?â
âNo,â she admitted. âIâd stay out here and do whatever needed to be done.â
âWhile I sat back in Silvermoon and worried about you?â
âYouâd have Darâja to keep you occupiedâŚâ
âShe can hardly make me stop thinking about my sister. Now, why donât you tell me about whatâs happened that has you so afraid? Maybe I can help put it in perspective for you.â
Alayne opened and closed her mouth several times. She seemed on the verge of telling him. However, before she could croak out a single word, she began sobbing and weeping wildly. Zerith wrapped his arms around her and let her cry herself out on his chest, praying that one day soon she would be able to talk about it. At least she had made the first admittance of a problem. That was a hopeful sign.
~*~*~*~
âWould you like me to bring you something back, Alayne?â Gerâalin asked as he finished polishing his sword and shield. Zerith had left several minutes ago and the Blood Knight had decided to go see how his tent-mate was faring. Alayne was laying down, a compress over her eyes, complaining of a headache from crying herself out on Zerithâs shoulder. Sheâd confided the entire conversation to Gerâalin who had listened intently, letting her relive the moments, passing no judgment and offering nothing but silent commiseration.
âNo, thanks. Iâll probably be asleep by the time you get back anyway.â
âFair enough. Zerith and I will be planning the last raid tomorrow. Do you want to take part in it or would you rather stay back here again? Iâve noticed that youâve been having trouble concentrating enough to cast your spells when we drill. Actually, Iâve noticed that youâre having trouble concentrating, period,â he said pointedly.
âAnd Iâve noticed that you seem to be spending all of your free time sitting under a tree and staring at the ground like a novice mage just learning to sense arcane currents,â Alayne muttered defensively.
Gerâalin jumped and turned to stare at her in amazement. He hadnât realized that anyone had noticed his attempts to teach himself what his instructors amongst the Blood Knights had failed to drum into him. âOh no,â he said flatly, âletâs not divert the issue. Do you need more time to recover or do you feel stifled sitting on the side-lines? Donât worry about convincing Zerith either way; Iâll take care of that for you.â
âI just want everyone to go home,â she sighed.
âI know that, Alayne. Youâve told me that before. I know that you are scared half to death right now.â He tossed the rag heâd been using on the ground and sat down on the bed at her feet. Twisting around, he lay on his stomach and studied what little of her face was not hidden by the compress. âI remember how long it took my partner back in Theramore to get back on his feet after heâd been held captive by the ogres â and they just put him in a cage for a day. They didnât beat him black and blue like you were. But, you canât hide away forever, Alayne. The world is a big place; sometimes a dangerous place. Zerith is no safer in Silvermoon than he is out here. Less, probably, if some of the goings-on I saw are tolerated as much as I suspect.â
âDonât talk treason, Gerâalin.â
âDonât try to mother me, Alayne,â he said lightly, tugging fondly on the lock of hair that covered half her face. âSo, will you go or will you stay?â
âIâll go,â she muttered. Gerâalin stood up and headed out. âOh, and Gerâalin?â she called out, halting him. He turned to see her lifting the compress from her forehead and propping herself up on one elbow. âThat rag goes over in the pile of things to be washed; not in the middle of the floor. I donât care what you told the centaurs; Iâm not picking up behind you all the time. Iâm your friend; not your woman,â she teased.
~*~*~*~
âSheâll be coming along in the next one,â he whispered into Zerithâs ear. âAnd donât stick her off in the reserves.â
âSheâs ready go get back into the thick of things already?â Zerith said, his brow furrowing in surprise.
âShe is,â Gerâalin replied.
âThen in the thick of things she shall be,â the priest said as he studied his plans again.
âLook,â the fighter sighed. âI know that she still hasnât opened up to you about whatâs really bothering her. Now, maybe you take that crying jag as a good sign but Iâm thinking that perhaps weâve both been wrong about how to get her to open up. Iâve discussed it with her often enough lately to realize that sheâs got to work out whatâs wrong on her own. I know you and Callie had been pressing her to try to open up but that seems to be the wrong tactic with Alayne. Something in her mind is not letting her confide in us. She needs to be left alone, I think, to work it out.â
âConsidering you rarely leave her side lately, I guess you would know best.â
âDonât snap my nose off,â Gerâalin muttered. âIâve not laid a hand on her.â
âIâm just teasing you,â Zerith laughed. âI know that youâre doing what youâre doing because youâre trying to help take care of her. I appreciate it.â
âGood. Just donât let Callie or Darâja start playing match-maker with us. Alayne actually has been getting a little frightened that someone might start pairing us together.â
âDonât worry about that. Still, youâre the only other man I know of who can follow the paths her mind takes. MaybeâŚbut, no. I donât think sheâs interested in anyone like that.â After a long pause, Zerith sighed and stretched out, tucking his hands behind his head and staring up at the cloudless blue sky. âMaybe sheâs right, though.â
âWhat?â
âMaybe sheâs right. Maybe we shouldnât be out here. Maybe, we never should have left Silvermoon.â
âYouâre joking. If weâd stayed cooped up in Silvermoon, safe and sound, who would have killed Darâkhan? Or driven Arugal out? Or brought the Arathi Highlands to the Horde? Or any of the other things you two have led us to do? What honor, what glory would there have been staying in Silvermoon?â
âAlayne never would have lost control of herself in Stromgarde if we hadnât been there,â Zerith pointed out. âI never would have been shot; she wouldnât have been taken captive by the Burning Blade. I imagine weâd all be much happier if weâd stayed where we belonged.â
âAnd the Horde would still be looking at every single sinâdorei cross-eyed if you two hadnât proven our worth to Thrall.â
âI think you forget that Alayne and I were never warriors like you, Gerâalin. Alayne, at least, shouldnât be out here anymore.â
âSo youâll pack her off to Silvermoon? You think thatâs the answer?â
âI donât know what the answer is anymore.â
Gerâalin sighed and dug a pebble out of the ground. Flinging it into the distance, he sat, lost in thought for a while. Zerith closed his eyes against the glare of the sun and half-dozed, still tired from the dayâs fighting.
âWhat if we went back just for a visit?â Zerith opened one eye and looked up at his friend. âMaybe thatâs just what we all need right now; to finish this task and then take a break. I know I should return to the Blood Knights; thereâs many things I need to learn. Thatâs one lesson Iâve got by heart after all this journeying,â Gerâalin muttered. âAnd, it would probably calm Alayne down a bit to have us all somewhere safe for a while. Itâd give her a chance to come to grips with whateverâs bothering her and,â he laughed, âitâd give you a chance to court Darâja in a more relaxed setting.â
âMaybe that is what we need,â Zerith sighed. âWeâll make this battle a good one and then take a vacation until weâre all more settled.â
~*~*~*~
Alayne stood nervously waiting for the signal to strike. Sheâd been going over her spells in her mind, murmuring them beneath her breath to make certain she had the incantations correct. Gerâalin had been right that sheâd had trouble casting her spells lately. The closer she let herself get to opening up, the more the other her, the one in the back of her head flogged her, telling her she couldnât place all her troubles on her friends shoulders. Alayne had been fighting a non-stop internal war with herself for weeks and she was just about spent. She would try to confide in one of her friends, only to have the other her clamp her mouth shut, screaming at her for being weak, for failing to protect the others. The other one was driving her mad with her constant nagging, dredging up of her nightmares, and her contradictions. Alayne never knew, from one moment to the next, if the voice she heard would be cruel or kind.
âIâve got to stop thinking about that and focus on the moment,â she muttered. A faint âyes, you do,â whispered in her ear. Muting it, she concentrated.
Below her, she could see the Gelkis and Gerâalinâs group galloping up the slope, whooping and hollering, drawing the main body of the Maurdine down upon them. That was her signal. Lifting a hand, she jerked her arm forward, signaling for her group to jump from their hiding places on high and hurry into range.
âI am with you, young one,â she heard a man whisper in her ear. âFight well.â
Her nervousness left her, lifting away like a mist, and she felt the thrill of magic tingle through her blood as she began casting her spells. The voice that had lurked in the back of her head was held off, leaving her free to be as she was meant to be. She laughed as she skipped down the hill, leaping lightly off of rocks, skidding to a stop near the surging mass of Maurdine fighting to free themselves from the enemies encircling them. She lifted her hands and streaks of dark flame shot from them, engulfing the centaur, distracting them with its searing pain while the fighters, led by Gerâalin, chopped them down. On the other side of the fray, she could see Callie leaping from a Gelkisâs back to straddle a Maurdine centaur while she reached around before the creature could turn its half-human body and slit its throat. Alayne could see the heated joy of combat in her friendâs eyes and knew it was reflected in her own.
Back and back their surrounding cluster pushed the Maurdine, opening only to allow other centaurs to fall into the encircling trap. Once the entire group enclosed within the deadly surround was down, the fighters split apart, wheeling and flanking, to surround the next group. Further up the pass, other groups penned and held the rest of the Maurdine, some forming their own deadly enclosures where the terrain and numbers favored them. Zerith stood in the midst of the fighting, watching each group battle on and directing the healers with him where their energies were needed the most. He paused to give Alayne a tight-lipped but happy smile, overjoyed to see her more herself than she had been in weeks.
The battle stretched on, the Gelkis and their Horde allies pushing the Maurdine back. In vain, a pair of young centaur warriors tried to make for the enormous war-horn set at the top of a treacherous climb. Both were brought down quickly, frozen in place by the mages under Davrilâs command and finished off by the fighters with Tauâre. By the time the sun set, the only remnants of the Maurdine clan were those who had hidden themselves deep within the mountain cave that gave them their name: Maraudon.
âShould we go flush them out?â Gerâalin asked after the fighting had ended. He was kneeling on the ground, trying to catch his breath, holding himself up with his sword. His shield was battered from the centaursâ desperate blows and his shield arm still rang from them. Alayne sat next to him, just as winded, wiping blood from a gash on his forehead. He had waved off offers of healing, saying he just needed to catch his breath but more than content to let Alayne worry over him.
âLeave them,â Uthek said, snorting. âLet them hide in their dank caves. We will take their land and ensure that they never forget their cowardice in running from an honorable fight.â
âThen we are done here,â Zerith said, letting his legs fold beneath him. There had been few serious injuries, but heâd still had his hands full. âTomorrow, we will go back to Silvermoon to rest awhile,â he announced.
Alayne laughed in delight. âSo, youâve decided to listen to me for once! When shall I start baking the cake for the wedding?â Zerith picked up a handful of loose pebbles and tossed them at her.
âOh, you are to be mated?â one of the Gelkis centaurs asked. âWe must celebrate that tonight along with our victory over the Maurdine!â
âWhat? NO!â Zerith shouted, but it was too late. He glared at Alayne and Gerâalin who were both roaring with laughter. The centaurs were wasting no time in spreading the word and the other members of the Disorder of Azeroth were shaking off their fatigue to offer congratulations and best wishes.
âNow you get to see what itâs like!â Gerâalin barked as he wiped tears from his eyes.
~*~*~*~
âIâm not certain that a marriage made under duress counts as legally valid. And, it was under duress considering the number of spears that were pointed at us and the fact that neither of us wanted to be responsible for ruining our newly-forged alliance with the centaur,â Zerith muttered for the hundredth time when Callie asked him, yet again, how he was enjoying married life. âStill, Iâm going to beat her with a stick when we get off this zeppelin.â
âOh, come on, it was all in good fun,â Callie laughed. âEveryone will take it as seriously as you and Darâja take it. Except for us,â she amended. âWeâll tease you about it for the rest of your lives. Anyhow, if you want revenge on Alayne, just go down and talk to her about food. Youâll get to watch her go green around the gills and sheâll probably break all of the bones in Gerâalinâs hand again. Go on, youâll feel better if you do.â
âIs she still throwing up? At least weâre over the ocean now. I pity anyone who had the misfortune to be beneath our flight path when we were over land.â
âYes, she is. Darâjaâs down there tormenting her. I think Gerâalin might get mad at your dear, sweet, loving wife in a few minutes and chuck her off the back of the zeppelin if you donât go down there and put an end to it.â
âGah!â Zerith choked. âIâd forgotten completely about that!â he said as he ran down the stairs, nearly tripping himself on the hem of his robes. âDarâja said sheâdâŚâ
âHello, Zerith,â Gerâalin said carefully when he heard the clamber and turned to see the priest descending. âThink you could get your missus to back off a little before your sister spits up her shoes?â
âIâm not nearly done with her,â Darâja muttered angrily. âIt will be a sunny spring day in Northrend before Iâm done with her.â
âItâs not entirely her fault, Darâja! How was either of us to know that the Gelkis would just up and actually marry you two like that? Does either of us look like weâre experts in centaur customs? Besides, considering that none of us are old enough to be classed as adults, certainly thereâs some way to have it considered legally invalid! Some way that does not involve making Alayne pass out from dehydration!â
âIâm sorry,â Alayne gagged as she tried to stand up straight. She and Gerâalin were standing on the outer balcony of the zeppelin where she had been hunched over the railing. She turned to face Darâja and to apologize for the thousandth time.
âOh, itâs quite all right, Alayne,â Darâja cooed, her voice larded with honey. âWeâll just go out to the Well of the Sun and have a nice big feast to celebrate the occasion. I guess we should have tender, juicy, rare roast just oozing with sauce since it was such a primitiveâŚâ she trailed off as the other woman paled again and bent over the rail. Gerâalin struggled between holding Alayne steady and going over to strangle Darâja.
âDarâja, stop it,â Zerith said calmly.
âOh, thatâs right, take your sisterâs part!â
âGerâalin, is she finished?â the priest asked, ignoring Darâja. The fighter looked over the rail and, paling himself, nodded, swallowing hard as if he might be sick in a minute himself. âGood. Carry her up and tell Callie to keep her trap shut for five minutes, would you?â Not waiting to see if Alayne could steady herself, Gerâalin reached down, lifted her gently to his shoulder, and hurried out before she could be sick again. A yelp followed by a string of curses attested to his failure to accomplish that. Smiling to himself, Zerith shook his head and turned to face Darâja.
The woman sat with her back against the bulkhead, her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms hanging over them with her head down. Her face was flushed, either with anger or embarrassment. Letting her stew for a moment, Zerith adopted the most stern pose he could, recalling all the times heâd gotten in trouble with his father for teasing his little sisters.
âAre you calm, now?â he asked, careful to keep his voice perfectly neutral.
âNo,â Darâja muttered sullenly. âI donât think Iâll ever be âcalmâ again. Iâve never been so humiliated in my life â including when Gerâalin knocked me out in front of Lady Liadrin and all the other Blood Knights! I donât think Iâll ever get over this one. This was a joke too far. Married? Not that I object to that,â she added hastily, âI would just have preferred to wait another few decades and then get to set the date and conditions of my own wedding instead of making some hasty vows while surrounded by a herd of spear-wielding half-horses!â
âYouâd better learn to live with what happened,â he continued in the same tone. âYou canât go all of your life blaming someone else for your problems.â He took a deep breath to steady himself when she glared up at him, hurt and anger in her eyes. âFirst, you blamed Gerâalin for the bad start you made with him. Then you tried to blame me for the way you acted towards me. Now, youâre trying to blame Alayne for something you know you and I could have put a stop to ourselves. Yes, I know, she started it by making that joke about us getting married. Still, at least they asked you if you wanted to accept me as your mate. You could have said ânoâ right then and put a stop to the whole business without causing offense to our allies. Yes, it would have been awkward but everyone would have understood why youâd said that.â Darâja muttered something beneath her breath. Allowing a little of the anger he was feeling into his voice, he continued, âWhy didnât you?â She muttered again. âSpeak up, woman!â he growled.
âBecause I didnât want to say âno!ââ she shouted. Zerith blinked, taken aback and warmed by her statement. He wished sheâd look up at him right then instead of staring at her knees.
âWell, then,â he said lightly and dryly, âyou canât go blaming it all on Alayne and making her sick with guilt over the matter. She meant it as a joke, Darâja. Not as something intended to get us married by the Gelkis. You canât blame it all on her.â
Darâja did look up at him then and smiled tremulously, seeing the warmth and affection replacing the sternness in his face. âNo, I suppose I canât,â she whispered. Leaning her head back against the bulkhead, she sighed, âI suppose I should go up now and apologize to her. I had her puking for at least a good half hour.â
âYou could do that,â Zerith agreed happily, âor, you could stay down here with me and help me figure out howwe are going to get back at her for this whole mess.â
âOoh! I just love a man who likes a good prank war!â she laughed.
âAnd I love you, too,â he said, more seriously. Kissing her lightly on the forehead, he changed the subject, âSo, do you have any ideas on what to do? After all,â he added, âwe are a team now.â
~*~*~*~
âWhereâd Gerâalin and Alayne go?â Zerith asked as he and Darâja stepped off the zeppelin. Callie stood waiting for them on the landing, her face guardedly blank and not making any jokes.
âOh, Gerâalin decided to just carry her on down the tower instead of letting her go at her normal snailâs pace. He muttered something about finding a lake as he passed. Whether it was for him to wash off in or to drown her in, I donât know. He told me to take Lucky on to the stables. Iâm just waiting for them to unload the mounts now. Are you feeling better?â she asked cautiously.
âWeâre fine,â Darâja said with a grin, wrapping an arm around Zerith. âWeâd better go find those two before one of them kills the other.â
âThat sounds like a good idea,â the Forsaken agreed quickly. âYou two go on. Iâll take care of the animals.â
âWhereâs the nearest lake?â
âJust head south until you hear Thalassian cursing. That will, more likely than not, be Gerâalin.â
Zerith shrugged and laughed, putting an arm around Darâjaâs shoulders as they walked down the tower and skirted the ruins of Undercityâs upper levels. Near the border with SilverpineForest, they found Gerâalin wading in the lake in his armor, scrubbing the backs of his calves and dumping water out of his boots. Once he was satisfied that he was fairly clean, he waded out of the water and sat next to a very pale, very tired-looking Alayne. Zerith motioned for Darâja to be quiet while the pair of them sneaked up close enough to hear what the paladin and the warlock were saying.
ââŚthe Light, try to hold it in next time,â Gerâalin was growling
âThen donât toss me over your shoulder on my stomach, Gerâalin,â Alayne said in response. âItâs kind of hard not to throw up in that position.â
âI wouldnât know,â the fighter muttered, leaning back on his elbows and casting a glance at his friend. âIâve not been picked up and tossed over someoneâs shoulder since I was about yea high,â he said, lifting a hand about three feet off the ground.
âI can see where it would be difficult to pick you up,â Alayne muttered. âIf I ever feel like breaking my back, Iâll let you know so I can give it a try.â
Darâja stifled a laugh at the mental image that brought up and glanced over to see Zerith doing the same.
âSo, do you want to go back and find the others or would you rather lie out here all night being miserable?â Gerâalin was asking.
âIâll take the second option,â Alayne sighed. âDarâja hates me. I suppose that means that Zerith will have to hate me now.â
âWhere do you come up with this stuff, woman? Okay, Iâll grant you that Darâja does probably hate you right now. She will probably make your life a living hell for a while. She does that to everyone, except Zerith, for some reason.â
âShe loves Zerith, moron.â
âI gathered as much when she said sheâd take him as her mate,â Gerâalin muttered dryly. âGive me some credit, would you? Now, just because sheâs mad at you, it does not stand to reason that he would be.â
âYes it does.â
âNo, it does not.â
âYes it does.â
âNo it does not, Alayne.â
âYes it does.â
âLight help me, we are going to be out here all night. No. It. Does. Not.â
âCan we just go back to Silvermoon? I figure I can sneak into Murder Row and hide out there until things blow over. Jezâral will hide me and if he doesnât, Mirâel would.â
âNo, we canât just do that. Come on,â Gerâalin said, standing up and pulling Alayne to her feet. âAt the very least, you need to eat something to replace everything you threw up courtesy of the lovely Darâja.â
âIâm comfortable here,â she whined as she let herself be pulled to her feet. âItâs just you and me out here. I donât have to worry aboutâŚâ
âAbout what?â Gerâalin asked.
âAbout a lot of things,â she said, putting a hand to her forehead.
âLook, Iâve learned not to press you, but what things?â
âAbout what Zerith will think…â she started, suddenly closing her mouth so quickly that Ger’alin could hear her teeth click together as her jaws slammed shut.
âThink about…?â he prodded.
âI…I’m sorry,â she muttered, “I just can’t talk about it. He’s got to hate me, now. Look at all the trouble Iâve causedâŚâ
Ger’alin sighed but let it drop. “Why is it that you can talk to me just enough to make me really start to worry about you, but you can’t even tell Zerith or Callie why you can’t talk to them?”
âYouâre different,â she said dismissively. âZerith isâŚwell, heâs soâŚnice and sweet.â
âAnd Iâm not?â Gerâalin asked in mock offense.
âYouâre asking me this? The woman you got into a drinking contest with? Maybe we should go have another of those,â she suggested, trying to change the subject.
âOh no,â he begged off, âwaking up on the floor of your room and thinking Iâd dishonored you once was enough for me, my dear.â Laughing, he put an arm around her shoulders to steer her towards the road and strode off, keeping his pace to hers. âHowever, if we could keep the bounds of the competition to something other than âdrink until we both pass out,â I might be willing to be convinced.â
Darâja and Zerith waited until the other two were well out of range before coming out of their hiding places. Both wore stricken expressions, staring off the way the other two had gone.
âOh, I went way too far, didnât I?â Darâja asked rhetorically.
âI suppose you didnât help matters, but sheâs had this crazy idea that Iâm going to hate her for a while now. I donât know where she got it from, but Iâm going to find out. One way or another.â
âLetâs go catch up to them. Maybe if I apologize, sheâll feel better and wonât think youâre mad at her for my sake.â
âMaybe. But why would she think that to begin with?â
~*~*~*~
âThere you are,â Callie said as she ducked into the Blue Moon tavern. The four sinâdorei were seated around a large, circular table, cups of wine sitting untouched in front of them. Gerâalin and Alayne both stared at their wineglasses as if both were wishing for something substantially stronger. At least Alayne no longer appeared nauseous.
âWhat took you so long?â Zerith asked. âWeâve been waiting for you so I could make a toast,â he said, shoving a glass of wine at the Forsaken.
âI had to stable the animals over in Brill. There wasnât enough room here. Before I forget, here are the claim tickets for them so you can pick them up whenever you want.â
âThank you,â Darâja murmured as she pocketed her and Zerithâs tickets. âNow, Zerith, your toast?â
âOh, yes, thanks for reminding me,â he laughed. Standing up on his chair, he tapped a fork against his wine glass until the entire tavern was looking at him. Alayne, Gerâalin, and Callie glanced at each other, wondering what was about to come. Darâja just sat smirking, holding her glass in her hand. âUm, thank you for your attention,â the priest started lamely. Everyone in the tavern muttered, wondering what the mad elf was doing. âIâd just like to take a moment to raise a toast to my dearest friends. Gerâalin, Callie: thank you for all of your muttered comments appraising the state of my relationship with Darâja. I know you thought we couldnât hear them, but we could. Alayne, my dearest little sister, thank you for opening your big mouth and getting us married over in Desolace.â The three mentioned buried their faces in their hands in humiliation. Alayneâs face went pale as if she were about to be sick again and Gerâalin shifted to make certain he was out of the line of fire. âIâm not finished!â Zerith called out over the rising din of the tavern. âIâd also like to toast my dear wife, Darâja. It may not have happened the way either of us thought it would, but we may as well enjoy what we have. Alayne, Gerâalin, thank you both so much. Darâja, shall we drink to our long and happy marriage?â he suggested as he emptied his cup and sat back down. âUm, guys. I was being serious, you know,â he said to his table mates. âReally, thanks.â
Gerâalin lifted his head and stared at the pair, seeing the sincerity in their eyes. With a laugh, he clapped Alayne on the back while Callie cheered. âThat was so sweet,â he confided, âthat I think Alayneâs going to throw up!â