Thursday, July 30, 2009

Whispers in the Dark Pt. 6

Ebonblade June 28th, in the 28th year after the Dark Portal was opened

Mage District

Stormwind

Dame Faylian Lanstryde, Knight of the Ebon Blade, paced back and forth impatiently in her rented room in the Slaughtered Lamb. The whispers were back. Not as insistent this time, not demanding she go one way or another. Instead they just commented. Sometimes they gave advice. But whisper they did even now that she was awake.

She had spent much of the night talking with Myrandriel Windmoon-Brightvalor. She had learned much about both Brightvalors in that conversation. Learned how they had met along with much of their shared history as well as just how strong their bond really was. They made Faylian’s heart ache as she remembered her husband Pavel as well as Alanus. She envied and admired them. They were like a precious jewel that she liked to take out and examine for it’s beauty but never wear for fear it might be damaged.

“You like the Brightvalors. You see in them what you could have been. You find acceptance and a feeling of family from them and you admire the bond they have with each other.”

“You owe them a debt. You must repay it if they are to be useful in your mission.”

So what if she did like and admire them? She was allowed that wasn’t she? She’d earned such an indulgence hadn’t she? She was allowed ONE connection surely?

 “Until the Lich King takes them away too. And then where will you be? Can you withstand another personal loss of that sort?”

No… no she could not Faylian knew. One person could only endure so much. Faylian knew where her breaking point was and it was very near. The pair was as much a weakness as they were a strength for her.

“Then protect them. Make sure what has happened to you will never happen to them.”

“If you insist on this WEAKNESS then I agree. Use any means necessary to keep them safe. Eliminate any threat to their safety with extreme prejudice.”

Faylian relaxed as the voices agreed. Finally she had a course of action. She would aid them in their efforts as she had promised last night but even beyond that she would keep them alive and together… at any cost.

SOMEONE would live happily ever after Faylian decided. She would see to it.

Other things had been discussed during her talk with Myrandriel. Faylian had told her more about Alanus as well as hinted at some of the darker things even the dream had not shown the pair. Myra had called her beautiful and said that she had a large heart. Had told her she was still HUMAN even if she were dead.

Faylian had been shocked. The thought seemed so alien to her. But Myra claimed she could not have loved those who had been taken from her so very much if she was heartless and Faylian could not fault the logic try however she might.

They had discussed Faylian’s pet, the black owl she had named “Pavel” after her husband. Myrandriel had seemed quite distressed that it seemed to dislike her… and everyone else. She had tried to talk to the animal and she had claimed it could not speak “owl”. Then she had tried to project thoughts into Pavel and discovered he was not a natural beast. Almost as it it were only half in this world at all.

Well Pavel had always been a little strange. It had just shown up one day not long after the fall of Capital City during Faylian’s long trip alone to find refuge… a refuge she ultimately found in what would become the Scarlet Crusade. It never seemed to require food from her. It never seemed to require anything form her at all in fact. It was just always there. Encouraging her mission and seeming to hate anyone who drew near her.

It was a strange kind of loyalty but a loyalty nonetheless.

The owl was always there. Even after she had become a Death Knight. And then when she awoke yesterday there it had been at Ebon Hold waiting for her return. Just like that.

“Some things just are. You have more important things to consider.”

Of course she did. She had to help Andreyn and Myra. She had to keep them safe. And in time the Highlord would have a new assignment for her and she needed to push herself so she would be fully recovered at that time.

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