(This is a chapter rewrite)
There’s something I need to get off my chest while I write in this book, because I’ve changed in the past year almost to the point I’m no longer recognized as the two-week High Lord of the Paladin order. I cut my hair, my eyes have permanently changed to gold, and I have a sun-kissed tan, and I rarely walk around in full plate anymore.
Here we go, I’m actually going to write about this…
I was undercover during the Pandaren expedition, because during my depression my eyes turned blue again. So, because of that Garrosh Hellscream knew that I could pass off as a High Elf if I stop taking in arcane magic for a few days, and that’s when I met Oranio. A draenei hunter, that could clearly see I was not skilled with a bow or double swords or anything that rangers were supposed to do. I nearly blew my cover when rangers of the Silver Covenant saw what I couldn’t do. While there, he really helped. I was so scared back then, that I couldn’t use any holy power. Also, with the need to refill from an arcane mana source, and the only thing I could do to keep my body from going into shock was a rationed mana potion that I was supposed to take with a drink. He helped me enough to at least make it look like I knew what I was doing, how to hit a target with an arrow, how to flurry with double swords and spears, and one day he told me he liked spending time with me, and he didn’t want to leave Dalaran, even though his contract was almost up. I told him he should go back. “I may never see you again.” Oranio said infuriated.
I looked away and shook my head, “Zank you for elping me zase past few months,” I smiled through my words and yes, this is how people say I sound when I try to speak a foreign language, but I was told it would be fine as long as I didn’t speak the K’s with a throat sound like you do with Orcish. But I digress, “but it’s better if you go back, back to the Alliance.” Not making eye contact, trying to sound cold and distant.
He reached out for my arm with concern in his body language, but I didn’t look at his face. I pushed away his hand, “Not even a smile and a fond farewell? Or even I’ll miss you.” Oranio took a deep breath and sighed, “You seem upset.”
I shook my head and kept my head down, “I’m not upset, it’s better for ze boat of us. I am High Elf, you’re Draenei, it would never work.” I looked up at his face.
“Melfina you’re crying.” He stated.
Melfina was my cover name, it wasn’t that I didn’t feel the same way, truth be told I did feel the same way. I just didn’t want to tell him that my actual job was to write reports for Garrosh Hellscream, so members of the Horde would know when the breaks were during the Silver Covenant patrols, but once again I couldn’t control my emotions.
He forced me to hug him, I told him to let go of me, and hit him in his chest, I kept saying I was sorry, and that you have to go, and he kept asking what was wrong, he couldn’t have gotten the picture that I was trying to make.
One of the other High Elf’s showed up while I was upset, “Hey you guys okay?” Asked in Thalassian.
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I pushed him away and tried to gain some composure, I looked at the High Elf that was concerned. "Yes, we’re are fine. " I spoke back to him in Thalassian. I wiped off my eyes and nose, “Oranio was just telling me zat…” I paused trying to think of the Common word for singular masculine. It began with H. “He was leaving, yes?”
Oranio didn’t say anything, I ran away toward the opening in the sewers, the Underbelly, under Dalaran. I heard Oranio start to give chase, I turned around and said, “Just leave me alone, okay?! Go ome!”
There was another High Elf there, so he didn’t chase me. I ran to the end of the Underbelly, right out to the opening that outlooked all the Crystalsong Forest, sat down, and stuck out my feet. It was the place I usually wrote my reports before I needed to turn them in, but I just sat there, taking in the view, trying to calm myself down. I was told that if anyone saw me there with my reports I should jump, but I hope that they knew that I could use a spell that would stop me from getting hurt from a fall like that. A few minutes later I heard the hoofs steps of Oranio, “You’re not going to jump, are you?” he asked.
I looked outward and shook my head, “No. Don’t be silly.”
“You keep saying I should go.” Oranio said I looked at him in the eyes this time, nodded my head, and looked back out to the horizon. “But it seems like you don’t want me to.” Oranio stated.
I looked down and shook my head.
“Did you understand me?” He asked.
I looked at him, nodded, and smiled, “Common is easy to understand but difficult to speak.”
He laughed slightly “It’s not my first language either. Could you scoot over, I’d like to sit down as well?” He asked.
I scooted over, and he sat down next to me, “Breathtaking view from here.” He said as he looked out. “You know I was thinking about learning some Thalassian myself. I’ve always liked the way it sounded but I’m a little afraid it losing its romantic mystery.”
I laughed, “Zats true.” I said as I looked out to purple and white trees that littered the forest.
I felt Oranio look at me even though I was looking outward, “So why do you NOT want me to leave?” He asked.
I shrugged, shook my head, and looked downward.
“Did you-…” He paused.
“I understood, yes.” I nodded, “You ramble sometimes and sometimes I lose track…”
He nodded and remembered back, “I know… You always smile and nod when I’m talking about something important or aggressive. I can tell I lost you when your expression doesn’t change.”
I sighed, “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, “It’s fine, sometimes I just want to rant. It’s better if you don’t understand.” He shrugged slightly at me, “So why do you want me to go back?”
I slowly looked at him in the eyes and he smiled at me. Finally, I hugged him.
“Hey.” He said as he put his arm around me.
“I’m sorry.” I said, holding on to him. “I can’t tell you.”
“You don’t trust me, Melfina?” he asked, but I wanted him to call me by my real name.
I leaned away from his embrace, “You shouldn’t trust me…” I stated.
“I trust you.” He said, as he stood with his back against the opening outside. He put his hoofs on the corner of the opening and held his hands on the top, “Melfina, I’m going to fall if you don’t catch me.”
I stood up, “Oranio get back in ‘ere.” I ordered, but he let go and I saw him go backwards, I grabbed him by his leather tunic keeping him from falling, “What the ‘ell do you zink you’re doing, you could get yourself killed.”
He held his hands out, holding them outward, only being held by a piece of leather, “You see, I trust you.” I laughed and pulled him toward me. “We must trust one another with our lives if we can trust each other on the battlefield.” He said.
“Don’t take a stupid risk like zat again,” I demanded, “wat if I ‘adn’t-” Something happened though, maybe his hoofs, maybe he slipped on a rock, but I saw him hit the corner of the opening with a grunt and he started falling. I knew this fall well, it was about a nine second drop. I jumped down face first and saw that he was flipping around like a coin, screaming. Four seconds, I cast Circle of Protection on him and I saw the clear bubble form around him.
He stopped screaming.
Six seconds, the vision on my eyes started to go, everything turned white with just a few light grays to make out shapes. Eight seconds, I cast a Divine Protection spell on myself, a golden sphere formed around me in a light hum, I felt myself hit the ground and all I saw was white. I kept my ears open, the amount of mana I’ve been using was only enough to keep me sustained in this form, but not for casting spells one after the other in such a short time. I couldn’t see, so I yelled out for Oranio.
“I’m alive?” I heard him say.
I felt the hard brick ground when I was on all fours as the spell disappeared, “Oranio, are you okay?”
I heard him come closer on his hooves, “Melfina, are you okay?” he asked.
I stood up like there was nothing wrong and I heard him take steps closer to me, “Oranio!?” I asked loudly, “Do you ‘ave any-zing to eat or drink!?”
“You don’t have to yell, I’m standing right in front of you. No, there’s a lake not too far away though, we could drink from there.” He stated.
My eyes are always the first thing to go when it came to arcane addiction, but I knew it was still a few yards away with trees and possibly beast of prey. I reached out and grabbed Oranio’s hand clumsily and he held onto it, “Melfina, you’re blind?” he asked. “Maybe we should head back up through the teleport device.”
I held my hands defensively outward and shook them in front of me, “No, no, no, if you ‘unt some-zing nearby zat would be better. It will come back if I get some-zing to eat or drink. I’ll be fine." I said jokingly, swatting my hand in front of me.
“Okay.” Oranio said holding on to my hand tighter, “Let’s head over to the lake, I should be able to hunt something for us to eat. I truly regret coming so unprepared, but how did you do that?” He asked.
“Yes, it would ‘ave been great to ‘ave a… ‘ow do you say?” I made a circular gesture with my hand, “’picnic’?” I joked, changing the subject, leaning into him more, and I heard him laugh.
“You saved my life, I think. It was you…” he said questionably.
I smiled holding my hand out, “Can we just focus on getting my vision back before we talk about our near life experience, please?” I asked nervously.
We came to the lake, I heard him go into the water, maybe waist deep and say, “It’s fresh.” I heard him cup water with his hands and put it in my mouth.
It didn’t bring my vision back, but I felt that I could cast Paladin spells if I needed to. “I still need some-zing to eat.” I complained.
“Does this sort of thing happen a lot with your people?” Oranio asked.
I tilted my head down and sat down near the water. “I need you to not mention zis to anyone.” I stated.
“Why not?” He asked.
I looked where his voice was coming from, “Can you just trust me please?”
I think he may have nodded his head, but I heard him dive into the water and heard various splashes. Later he put a fish about 3 feet long on my lap. I pulled a knife from my cargo pocket and started scaling and gutting it. I heard Oranio gather wood for a cooking fire and he started it up. “Melfina, your eyes are completely whited out.” He stated, while cooking the fish.
I nodded my head, “I know.”
“So, you gave your vision to save my life as I was falling?” Oranio asked.
“You could say zat.” I stared blankly.
“You didn’t have to.” He said.
I furrowed my brow, "I couldn’t ‘ave just let you die. We’re friends and… " I could feel his gaze on me, I locked into it thinking he could see me staring. I put out my hand and felt his strong powerful chest and explored upward toward his face that was inches away from mine. I touched the side of his warm skin, felt those funny tentacles under his chin and I smiled and laughed, “What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m sorry.” He said, and I heard him stand up.
I sucked on my lips and they were burning with heat; my heart was beating in my chest a mile a minute. “Oranio wait, you ‘ave some-zing on the side of your face.” I said jokingly.
“Oh really, did you feel something?” He asked with concern, I nodded, and I heard him get closer, bend down, and I grabbed him from the tentacles under his chin and pushed my lips against his.
“Yes, it was me.” I said with a smile once I removed myself from his lips.
Oranio laughed, “I wouldn’t feel right taking advantage of a blind girl.” He stated with a smile I could hear in his voice.
I kissed him again, “But you zought about it.” I moved my face toward the fire, “Could you get back to cooking. Zis girl is starving.” I said with a smile.
I felt him nod and he moved back to the flame. I smelled the fish burn and reach perfection. He poked two sticks into it and handed it to me. I heard him munch on the fish and as the food went down my throat the colors made their dances and reached into their resting places, giving me my field of vision back. After finishing the meal, I looked over at him and he was shirtless. His big, lean body, and silver-blue coloring created a stunning contrast. I thought about those strong hands touching my pale ivory skin, my golden wavy hair, and my petite proportions. I had never seen them in that light before, they were always the enemy. I touched his warm skin despite how wet he was and how cold it was outside. He looked at me with a smile, and then serious look, and then mortified. He backed away from me, taking large panic breaths. I was surprised, but I thought I knew what it was. The cat was out of the bag, my eyes were glowing green again, leaving no doubt of my fel corruption, I put my hands in front of my eyes and saw the glow… It was in fact green. I drew my one-handed broadsword and backed away from him as well, and stood up, sword drawn. “Who are you?” he asked.
He reached forward for his bag, I came closer, and placed my blade under his chin, “Don’t.” I ordered.
I ordered. “Who are you?” He asked on his back, backing away from me.
I walked forward, keeping my sword no less than a few inches away from him. He looked like a scared child about to get spanked, I stood up proudly, with my chin up, looking down at him, "My name is Perfectia Dawnlight of Dawn Star Village, Paladin extraordinaire, and ally of the Warchief’s Horde, and you… " I paused.
‘You are in impingement to my plans’, is what I was going to say, but I couldn’t keep up the façade. A sharp stabbing pain hit me in the middle of my chest, and it made an acid like burning feeling fill my lungs and throat. I looked away and shook my head, putting my sword down at my thigh.
He lunged past me for his bag and pointed a hand size pistol at me, he stood up.
I heard him take deep breaths. I looked at him shaking like a leaf,
“Go ‘ed.” I looked at him with tears in my eyes, and walked forward, “I’m Horde, I’m ze enemy, I’m a spy, every-zing I told you ‘as been a lie.”
He shook his head, “No, that’s not true.” I saw a strain of tears go down his eyes, “WHY DID YOU SAVE ME?! WHY RISK ALL OF THIS?!”
I stopped, looked away, and recalled my thought process, “You were someone to ‘elp me fit in with zase rangers better, I never ‘eld a bow or ‘eld a sword in my left ‘and in my life. I was using you, I just made a lot of stupid mistakes, I couldn’t keep my emotions in check.” I shrugged, sniffed, and wiped my face.
“It wasn’t all a lie, you didn’t want me to leave.” He shook his hand that was holding the pistol.
“OF COURSE I WANTED YOU TO LEAVE!” I yelled, “Don’t you get it, I never wanted any of zis. But one of us is going to leave ‘ere alive and one of us is going to die.”
He shook his head, wiped his face with his free hand, “It doesn’t have to be like that.”
“Your Alliance, and I’m Horde, nothing can change zat, zat’s just ze way za world is!” I yelled.
Oranio shook his head slightly, he looked down, and threw his pistol in the water.
I dropped my sword on the ground and rushed myself into his embrace, kissing him, and holding him in between my legs. He laid me down on my back, kissing the sides of my neck. I managed to open my eyes through the experience somewhat nervous that someone could be passing by. My whole life I never so much as kissed anyone and now I was doing something the paladin order would be against and I was doing it somewhat in public. The tension put a sick feeling in my stomach of being exposed, but were melted away as tingles on my skin from the rain of kiss that fell on my neck and ears. I looked to the lake and it sparkled, pinks, greens, and purples reflecting off the aurora borealis in the sky, nothing but the trees and wildlife. I felt somewhat at ease as I realized that were in fact alone. (censored sentence)
“What’s wrong?” He asked in concern.
“I’ve never done zis before.” I stated.
Oranio had a sympathetic look on his face, “You’re a virgin?” He asked.
I looked away from him and nodded my head, "I’ve never even kissed anyone. I’m not bad at it am I?”
He laughed and pressed his forehead against mine, “No, you’re wonderful. It’s just… Most elves I met are over a hundred.”
I shook my head, “I’m only 20. I’m sorry if zat bothers you, it’s just, ‘zere ‘asn’t really been a lot of time for boyfriends. It bothers some of my kin, I should still be a child."
He looked me up and down from the top of me, “You don’t look like a child to me and 20 is still too long to wait to receive a kiss.” He said put a shallow kiss on my lips.
I stood up on my hands and rear, looked into his beautiful glowing blue eyes, and saw the glow of green I made on his skin from my eyes.
“It’s just, all those things I said. Like, ‘those traitorous mana suckers’ or ‘damn those savage Horde’. I didn’t think how I was making you feel. I hope I didn’t make you sad.” I saw him look down, “Forgive me.”
I touched the side of his face, “I ‘aven’t felt lonely in a long time, I was ‘appy.” I kissed him.
Oranio half smiled and sighed. He stood up, jumped into the water, came up, and floated on his back. “Perfectia.” He shouted while spinning around in the surface of the water. “Let’s just get away from all this.”
“From the Horde?” I asked thinking back. I walked into the water and he looked at me.
“Yeah. That’s right.” He swam to the side of me. I went into the water about knee high.
“Let’s forget about the Horde and the Alliance.” He looked up at me and he was about a foot in the water, on the shallow end, “You know, lets live a normal life. What do you say Perfectia?”
I looked down on the water and thought about all the things I had done, how I’ve almost completely devoted my life to justice and personal revenge, but I did like the idea. “Maybe I will…” I shrugged and paused. “People might find it to be a little strange.”
I saw him smile, “There are a few people that would be delighted by the idea. Do you have any family that will come a long?” Oranio asked.
I looked down and thought, “My auntie would say yes. But Protecto.”
“I can make him understand, Perfectia. If he cares about you…”
I interrupted him, “No, I’ll tell him. He’s my dragon.” I stepped into the water and swam about, the water was cold, but I adjusted to the temperature. I looked over at him neck deep in the water, “What will we do if we turn our backs on the Horde and Alliance?”
He thought back, “Argus, we can go back to Argus.” I looked at him inquisitively and thought about how that whole planet was ravaged by the Burning Legion. “No, not that one, let’s go to the Caverns of Time and see if they could take us to Argus, maybe even before it fell to the Legion.”
I smiled and came closer to him.
“You have no idea how beautiful our home world was, so many stadium size buildings. Animals, tree’s, parks.”
“Horses?” I asked in excitement. “Do they race!?”
He laughed like it was so obvious, “Of course, it was a regular attraction, thousands of people come to see races.”
I walked closer to him, “I could bring Lucy, she would be ze fastest mare out zere.”
He smiled, “Of course.”
I dreamt up the fantasy, “I could ride Elekks too, maybe even breed race Elekks myself. Every year training up for zat next big tournament.”
“Don’t forget show jumping, polo, and jousting.” He added.
I held my hands in excitement smiling at the thought. “I would train all of my mounts, making zem the best show ponies in Argus.” I paused, “But what would we do after that, zough?” I asked.
He shrugged, “We would go into our house to eat and listen to live music. We would be dressed in fine clothes and trade insults at passing by.” I laughed at that, “I would tell everyone how beautiful and exotic my alien wife was. I think you would charm everyone with that accent you have.”
“You would be ze envy of every noble woman on ze planet.” I stated with a smile.
He looked up at the sky, “Every night we’d watch the rose-colored sunset over the planes and all the different colors stars and watch them disappear in the morning.” He thought back, “Argus is really beautiful.”
“It sounds like a wonderful place, zat I’d like to see.” I smiled but looked downward.
“Then we should make our way to the Caverns of Time, right now. There has to be some way.” He grabbed my hand while I was in the water, but I pulled it away.
"I can’t… " I held my eyes closed tightly, but the tears were falling down my face. I held my hand in front of my face, “I can’t go wiz you.” I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
He came close to me, but I couldn’t meet his gaze, I kept my eyes closed and felt him touch my shoulders, “Perfectia.” It felt good for him to use my name, some of this pain went away. I looked up into his eyes, trying to keep myself from crying. I looked up at his face, there was this look of serious optimism, like everything was going to be fine. He placed his hand on my back, leaned forward, and kissed me.
It came to a bit of a shock as his lips pressed against mine but this painful feeling I was having was almost completely replaced with an electricity that came through me. He leaned me back so that my head was on the sand, on the corners of the water still locked in kiss. My stomach was full of butterflies, I was so nervous and shaking at the anticipation on the fact that he was going to be my first. My heart was racing to the point it was a little concerning and I was trying to control my breathing to calm myself down, “We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.” He stated as he looked down on me.
He was on top of me shirtless and his muscles flexed as he held his own body weight up. I thought to myself that I would feel like a royal idiot if I let this moment pass me by. (Censored Sentence) I still really nervous, “Is it going to ‘urt?” I asked as I felt my cheeks turn red.
He stood up on his knees smirking slightly as I was shying away from his gaze holding my own arm. He put his hand on my hip and I looked up at his face shyly, “Maybe we shouldn’t.” I looked around himself, “Not here, not like this.”
I shook my head in a slight panic as I looked up into his eyes. I lean forward and I pulled him closer so that he was on top of me again. I put my hands down his back, feeling his warmth, and rips on his back. (Censored Sentence)
It came as a bit of a shock to him, “Don’t treat me like a child.” I finally said. (Censored Paragraph)
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Heat rushed in my cheeks. No one had ever called me beautiful before, but I wanted him to call me something else.
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A surge of joy came through my head, I smiled holding myself around his neck. “I’ve been wanting you to call me that for a really long time.” (Censored Paragraph)
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I knew we were enemies but the whole thing felt unbearably idiotic and I couldn’t imagine it being any other way in that moment. I felt loved and beautiful and I wanted him to feel even half as wonderful as I did in that moment.
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We stayed there for a few minutes looking into each other’s eyes, but he looked at me a little bewildered, “Is there something wrong?” I asked.
(Censored Paragraph) “Perfectia, your eyes are blue again.”
I put my hands over my eyes to check the glow and he was right, they were blue. “Zey give zis mana potion every day zat’s supposed to keep my eyes blue, but maybe I’m not going to need it.” I stated.
He leaned forward toward me and kissed me, “I guess were going to have to keep doing this if we want to keep those eye’s blue.” He said jokingly.
I grabbed one of his tentacles and kissed him back, “I 'ope so.”
Losing my virginity felt great because of the coldness of the water, but it was painful when he pulled himself out so abruptly. I put on some wet clothes and couldn’t really get up. “Oranio, I zink I might need some bandages.” I said.
He looked down at me, “I’ll carry you.”
I shook my head, smiled, and shyly objected, but he picked me up. When I was in his arms I relaxed, leaning into his strong chest. I felt I could really get addicted to this heat he radiated. “Take me to the clinic when we get back. I’m a little curious about what would 'appen if I got pregnant.” I requested.
Oranio looked down on me and shrugged, “I suppose it’s not impossible, but we’re going to have to explain what really happen if we see a doctor.”
I stared blankly, but blissfully, “I don’t mind.” I said.
Oranio got me dressed in wet clothes and I felt the chill but that only made me want to stay closer to him. He carried me through the forest, through the teleporter that brought us to the top of Dalaran, he dropped me on the bed in the clinic, and we shyly explained what happened. They just wrapped me up with some antiseptic bandages and gave me some bed rest. But they said it was too early to say if something was growing, but I was somewhat hopeful. I fell asleep on the bed but felt him kiss on the top of my head and say my real name before he left. It made me smile, I fell asleep peacefully and blissfully, and completely forgot my reports hadn’t been done for that night. My reports were actually taken, but I didn’t know it at the time because they were back in the clinic before I woke up.
I saw Oranio just like I did normally to work on my archery, it was the most unproductive day we’ve ever had. We would take these breaks when no one was looking, and start kissing each other, and when I was on guard duty or patrol I had this child like skip to my steps, which kind of bothered the person with me. When I went down to write my reports Oranio was there waiting for me. I ran toward him gleefully as he just sat there waiting for me and we… Well, I already went into details last time, (Censored Sentence) I didn’t take the potion and I didn’t need it, maybe there was something about Oranio that kept my eyes blue.
However, I had to face the harsh reality that I hadn’t come here to see him. I came there to write reports for the Horde and I had to do it right in front of him. I kept writing and crumpling up paper, I would start writing and looking over at him and I couldn’t, I ripped out another page aggressively.
“What’s wrong?” he asked concerned.
“I can’t do zis anymore.” I complained.
He shrugged slightly, “We’ll get a bed eventually.”
I laughed, “I didn’t mean zat, silly.” I sighed, “I mean zase reports.”
“But you have to.” Oranio said concerned.
I threw the paper and pen I was using on the ground. “I KNOOOOOOW!”
“Perfectia?” He stood up startled at my outburst.
I shook my head looking downward, “I told you not to call me that…”
It did feel good though. “Listen, there just patrol times, what’s the worst thing that could happen?!” He stated.
I shook my head at him, disgustedly, walking toward him, " 'Ow…" He backed away from me and looked away, “You went zoo my reports?” I demanded.
“I…” he mumbled as he held up his hands and defense.
I pushed him out of the opening holding on to his leather tunic just like he was before. " 'OW MANY MORE PEOPLE KNOW!" I demanded.
“Perfectia please.” He pleaded, “I’m so sorry, please don’t drop me. I was afraid of what they would do if the caught you.”
I couldn’t look him in the face, I looked at the drop that could have killed him the first time we were in the same situation, "I trusted you. I would 'ave risked my life for you, I let you… " I felt another tear fall down my face.
“That was the most beautiful night I’ve ever had.” He explained, “I would have wanted to spend more of…”
I couldn’t look him in the eyes and looked down at that drop, “No, you lied and betrayed me.”
“You know that’s not true… I was trying to protect you.” He looked into my eyes and I looked back into his, seeming to forget the situation we were in, “Please… I want-”
I shook my head at him, “Don’t look at me like zat!”
“Perfectia I…”
I shook him as he was on the edge, “Shut up, I never want to see you again. We were…” I pulled him back in, “Go 'ome draenei, back to your Alliance. I’m going to tell zem that my cover was blown, and the mission 'as failed.” I ran away back to the Sunreavers and I heard him call my name as I ran.
Just like I said I told the Sunweavers that my cover was blown, but they said I needed to stay put for at least one more night before they could send their reports and reassign me.
I went back to my assignment for one more night, one more patrol. The guard shift break where one replaces another usually takes about a half an hour and that’s when I saw Garrosh Hellscream come out from the Darnassus portal. A group of draenei were waiting for him with shields in a front row and guns in the back row. A large number of trolls and orcs were holding a giant bell as it was pulled through the portal. “Hmph,” Garrosh grunted, “My spy reported that this place would be fairly deserted, but it seems you were expecting us.”
“Leave her out of this!” I heard Oranio, “We knew you’d be coming, but this doesn’t have to end in bloodshed.”
I walked where I heard them coming from and saw Garrosh shoot a disgusted glance at me. I drew both of my blades quietly from behind the phalanx without anyone of the draenei noticing I was there. Garrosh looked at me again, I nodded my head at him, and he gave me a smirk. “I will listen to your proposition for now.” He said.
“Take that bell back to Darnassus and we promise you safe passage back to Kaldorei. Or we cut you down here.” One of the other draenei ordered.
Garrosh rolled his eyes and smiled, “Interesting, but I think I have a better proposition, I am not completely without mercy. You leave and let me go about my business, else, I cut each of you open like the pigs you are!” he shouted.
I heard all the Draenei laugh, but Oranio stood up from the phalanx and put down his gun, “I can’t do this anymore.” He said.
The other Draenei’s looked at him, “You’re just going to turn your back on your brothers?” One of them said.
Oranio looked at all his comrades and gestured at everyone there, “This has to end somewhere.” He turned away from his comrades and faced me. A smile came across his face as he saw me. Even with blades at the ready, his gaze gave me a shocking feeling of bliss. I dropped them both seeming to be ready to embrace him.
“Coward!” I heard Garrosh scream and that moment seem to go by in slow motion, Garrosh threw Gorehowl, his crude axe at Oranio’s back, and I saw that face turn from blissful to painful realization.
I ran toward him and caught him, “Perfectia.” He whispered.
I held him in my arms tightly, “No please,” I looked into his eyes, “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean zat I didn’t want to see you, I forgive you, I trust you… I 'eal you, just hold on.” I kissed him on the top of his head.
“I love you.” He whispered, he fell limb, and he passed away in my arms.
I called out his name and shook him, “Stay with me.” I pleaded, but he was gone. I felt deaf as pain and despair consumed my heart.
I saw Garrosh and his men breaking through the phalanx, but my gaze was narrowed him. I let Oranio fall on the ground and I stood up. I pulled Gorehowl from his back and I felt a spark go through me, but it wasn’t a spark. It was a bolt of lightning that cracked and echo through the halls. It stopped everyone from fighting and they looked at me. My aura had changed to something strong and radiating as I held Gorehowl at the other end, like I held so many two-handed swords. The heavy axe dragged on the floor as I stepped forward, and another bolt of holy lightning went threw me as I felt the change of the axe. It felt light…
"The Ashbringer… " Garrosh said as he smiled maniacally, “…Interesting. Well I wanted to see what this thing could do. So, I might as well use it.” Garrosh took a club off the wooden part of the Bell and banged it.
It let out a gong and black aura, a smoke that when Garrosh’s men breathed it in they were choking on the floor, but he breathed it in deeply. His skin turned black, his eyes let out a silver glow, and the same glow came out of his mouth. An aura came out of him and a beast like figure formed around his body, he fell on all fours. Muscles on his back grew and screaming I rushed him with the Ashbringer trailing behind me. He moved like a four-legged beast, he came at me with his clawed hands low, but I was able to flip over his body. His momentum making him drag on the floor, but he clawed at the ground and came for another attack. I placed the Ashbringer on the ground and used its aura to blast holy fire in every direction knocking him backwards. I used ranged spells on him as he crawled around. I used the Light to summon fire and holy lightning. He dodged around it in this beast form, jumping from wall to wall. He let out a roar as he got close enough to pounce. I was able to use his momentum by putting the Ashbringer over my head and slamming him into a nearby wall cracking it. Garrosh let out another beast like roar, as he moved his head around savagely flinging bits of black drool at his sides. This time he came with a sideways slash, I blocked it, but I staggered from the hit. He spun around for another slash scratching into my back, but I was able to block his third attack with my sword and able to side flip over from under his fourth. He came downward with another slash sticking his claws in the ground. With his other hand, he put his hand around me, and threw me up in the air. As I came down he caught me and slammed my head into the ground.
Like an animal he tried to bite into my face but couldn’t get the leverage to sink his jaws into me. He lifted me up again and slashed into me in mid-air slamming me onto a wall. I dropped the Ashbringer and it changed back into Gorehowl. He readied another pounce, but a strong fireball came at his side knocking him backwards. He was back to his normal self again. He looked at his hands and arms, surprised that he was in full control of his body again, “I think you used that bell for a little too long Garrosh.” A familiar voice said. It was Aethas Sunreaver, “She reported that her cover was blown, and you thought it would be a good time to infiltrate?” He asked.
He picked up Gorehowl and he put it behind himself, “Hmph, I needed to make a move or everything we worked for would have been for nothing.” Garrosh explained.
Garrosh picked me up by my neck and punched the end of Gorehowl into my gut. My eyes and mouth went wide as I screamed out with pain, “What are you doing?!” Aethas Sunreaver demanded.
“Garrosh no, please.” I pleaded in broken Orcish, as I tried to hold myself up from where he was holding me by my neck, “I might be carrying, I might be preg-“
He hit me again with Gorehowl, harder and lower this time. He knew what I was about to say, and I felt blood come up from my throat as I brought up my legs to block another hit, but I felt deep bruising and a slight cracks to my pelvis bone. “No! Why?!” I screamed and cried as coughed out blood.
“I’m punishing traitors!” He looked at Aethas, “Do you have a problem with that?!”
I looked over at Aethas, he looked at me disturbed by what he was seeing, but put his head down, and shook his head, no.
“Good.” Garrosh looked back at me, “You disgust me.”
He said to me. He readied another stick with the blunt part of his weapon, but three arrows went into his back. “What are you doing here, you damned monster.”
Another familiar voice demanded. He dropped Gorehowl and took the arrows out of his back and looked at who shot them, holding me like a rag doll in his grip. It was Vereesa Windrunner and two of her High Elf rangers were with her. “Vereesa so good to see you again, I will give your best regards to your sister.” Garrosh said sarcastically.
Vereesa pointed at me, “What are you doing with that High Elf. Answer quickly or the next one goes right in your eye.” She readied another volley.
Garrosh threw me on the ground, “This is not one of your High Elf Rangers, she was a spy working for me, but she set up a little ambush for me and my men. Maybe you can do me a favor by putting her out of her misery.”
Vereesa gestured to her ranger and he came closer to me, “Yep, she’s Sin’dorei alright.” He said.
“Bring her here.” Vereesa ordered.
“You will do no such thing!” Garrosh screamed as he slammed his foot onto the ground and the ranger moved back, “I can still kill every one of you.”
“And who’s going to help you move that Bell? The Alliance will soon bring their best and brightest, and even you won’t be able to kill them all.” Vereesa argued.
Garrosh rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “Fine take her!” He kicked me while I was down in the gut.
The ranger nervously picked me up and brought me to Vereesa. “He killed him.” I said. “He killed Oranio. Vereesa, I’m so sorry.” I cried.
She petted me on the head, “I know child, but you did the right thing in the end. Get some rest.” They took me to the Silver Covenant and brought me to a bed. A priest healer came to me as laid there in the bed and began to cast healing magic on me but the mending of bones didn’t take like they usually do. I felt a snapping pitch in groin area followed by an almost an electric pain go through my entire body. I remember shaking uncontrollably and the last words I heard before I lost consciousness was, “This isn’t going to work. She needs surgery.”
As it turned out they had to break my pelvis bones again and add more bone matter to me but fecal and urinary incontinence and dyspareunia would continue to be an ongoing problem. The doctor that preformed my surgery was also the same doctor I told that I might be pregnant. I spent a lot of that time sedated and things where be explained to me about what needed to be done as far as ensuring my survival, with the only words I was able to conjurer back was, “My baby?”
And that response back being, “We’re trying.”
The whole process took about four or five months until I regained full consciousness without pain medicine or slow healing spells. It took almost year after that of everyday visits to the Sunwell to where I could walk around without crutches. I still came by Hero’s Inn to talk to some of my friends that I had made there. Few of them were bias and resentful, but the bartender Isarami Fairwind explained things to people and they usually apologized. It was strange that she cut me off from drinking so early at times. She was always willing to talk to me even when things were busy. Also came with me to the clinic to help with my physical therapy.
She was there with me during Garrosh’s trial helping me get around by pushing me in a wheelchair. Before that Veressa Windrunner came by Hero’s Welcome and me there at the bar. It was somewhat busy and tapped me on the shoulder. “Hi… Perfectia I think your name was?” She asked.
“It’s Melfina.” Isarami cut in from behind the bar from the other side of me.
Veressa looked at Isarami angry and somewhat confused. I shook my head and at her and looked at Veressa, “Can I help you?” I asked.
She looked around at the some what crowded bar and seemed confused that with all the other patrons in this area being members of the Alliance I was the only member of the Horde. I wasn’t trying to hide what I was anymore. She shook her head and shrugged slightly confused, “It’s just remember you from before and… Well, your eyes are green now. I’m sure you heard about the Purge.”
“We hid her during that whole ordeal…" Isarami said agressively, Veressa wasn’t the first person that had shown me some levels of prejudice, "No thanks to you.”
“If she wants me to leave, I’ll leave. I don’t want to cause any trouble.” I stated toward Isarami.
“No, no, I didn’t come here to kick you out. But that’s part the reason I’m here. Jaina Proudmoore saw you and was upset.”
I nodded, “I remember. She referred to me as ‘that thing’ and your men told her to take it up with you.”
She laughed slightly, “Yes, so why are you still here?”
I looked at her somewhat confused, “Do want me to leave?”
Isarami shook her head at me and put her finger in front me, "The place is called ‘Hero’s Welcome’ so she not going anywhere if she wants to stay. The Horde had to abandon Sunreaver’s Sanctuary, her doctor works here, and I’m helping with her physical therapy.”
She looked downward, “Can I speak to her private?”
I nodded, “Isarami, can you help me? I’m still having problems with stairs.”
Veressa looked at me somewhat confused as I grabbed my crutches and moved away from the bar. “I don’t understand. I sent you to a healer after-”
“It didn’t work…” Isarami snapped at her as she help me up the stairs, “She needed surgery.” She held me as I leaned against her, “Come on Melfina.” She said to me.
She held me the rest of the way to Veressa room and Isarami gently sat me in a chair.
“Can I speak to her alone?” She asked toward Isarami.
Isarami looked down at me and I nodded. “If you need anything just holler. I come running.” She said to me and touched my nose. I smiled as it tickled. She walked toward Veressa close enough to whisper, “If you hurt her…”
Veressa shook her head in held up her hands in defense.
She looked back at me and smiled and I smiled back.
Once she closed the door Veressa put her hand on the back her head, “She seems to have taken a liking to you.”
I looked away as I remembered back, “I started getting wasted here and I eventually couldn’t get out of one the beds. So, we talk now instead of getting drunk. We’re sharing a bed now and she helps change my clothes and cleans up after me.”
“Are you two, together?”
I shook my head, no, “I can’t do that.” I looked away and laughed slightly, “Even if I wanted to. Isarami said there were curtain procedures I could do so that I can make love again, but I’m trying to concentrate on getting myself mobile.”
“Well I guess other people here have taken a liking to you…” She laughed and shrugged, “But you were a spy.”
I nodded, “I know.” I licked my lips and sighed, “Was there something you wanted? I said I would leave if you wanted me to leave.” I put my hand on the back my neck and thought back, “I think I might be able to convince Isarami to come to Silvermoon, but I don’t really want her to be like me. They might ask her to start taking in fel magic to turn her eyes green.” I looked at her suspiciously, “I don’t mean to sound selfish but it will be hard to find someone in the Horde that will be a helpful as her.”
She nodded, “Yes, and the state of things now I think the Horde will be concentrating on trying to rebuild. I’m sure you heard about Garrosh’s arrest?”
I nodded, “Yes I heard. It’s been the reason the bar has been so jumpy. I’m just a little surprised that he’s not dead.”
“If I was there he would be.” She stated factually
I rolled my eyes and shook my head at that statement.
She noticed my gesture of disbelief, “What were you thinking taking him by yourself?” She asked.
I laughed at that statement, “Was there something you wanted?” I asked again avoiding her question.
She nodded, “I need you to promise me that you won’t say anything at Garrosh’s trial.” She got straight to the point, “Also, Aethas Sunreaver wishes to give you his most humblest apologies.”
I looked away and shook my head, “You think I’m going to rat you out?”
She shrugged, “Thanks to you and Isarami everyone in the Silver Covenant knows what really happened when Garrosh came here with that bell. But what you don’t know is that Aethas Sunreaver agreed to take the blame, after… Well, you saw what he did. He told me to tell Jaina that the Silver Covenant had no involvement, if there was any blame to be had, if should be on the Sunreavers.”
I remembered when he left me to die and the idea of him actually doing something that selfless made me laugh slightly, “You expect me to believe that a coward like that-”
She shook her head and interupted me, “He knows exactly how cowardly he acted. What he let Garrosh do to you. He told us to lie to Jaina and we did.” She looked downward and shook her head, “Now we know exactly what happens when people lie to Jaina Proudmoore.” She looked away in resentfully, “The things I had to do these past few months. The encampments, the starving over worked blood elves quickly turning to Wretched. What happened here doesn’t even compare to the corpse piles I’ve seen, even children.” She started crying, “And we had to do it, because we knew if she found out, we would be replacing them.” She breathed and tried to regain some composure, “She’s a monster, but I think she’s focusing on the trial. So, I’m going to try to get our people out of there.” She nodded slightly to explain her plan, “I know you and Isarami have been taking trips to the Sunwell lately, so I need you to convey a message to Lor’themar Theron. Tell him that I’ve had a change of heart and I will be trying to release as many blood elves as I can and by request, he should release his members of the Kirin Tor.”
I shrugged slightly, “Why don’t I just tell him the truth about what really happen?”
She laughed slightly, “Well if he believes you over Aethas I think you know that he will use that bit of information for his own personal gain. He’s tried so many times already to weasel his way back to the Alliance. And lets say he believes you and somehow Jaina believes him. Well… “
“Do you?” I looked down, and shrugged slightly, “Do you like living in fear like this? Here?”
She looked around herself, “No, I don’t, but I think you care about us. My people, even without my knowing, have taken a liking to you, and I don’t think you want to put us on the chopping block. I just want to the hear you say that you won’t say anything.”
I nodded and thought that the Silver Covenant had in fact help me quite a bit with the passing of Oranio and with my therapy, “I don’t care much for Jaina but if she found out what had really happened, I would be in as much trouble as you. ” I looked down and remembered the last time I saw Jaina, “Isarami has been able to protect me from members of the Alliance, but Jaina seemed more then insistent that she didn’t want me here. “
She looked away angrily, “I’ll talk to her. She owes me a favor anyway.”
I nodded slightly relieved, “Um, one more thing, I want to be at Garrosh’s trial for what he did to me. What he did to Oranio.”
She nodded slightly confused, “I’m remember you mentioning him. I’m sorry about your friend, you were there when he died, did he have any last words?.”
I shook my head, my heart ached, and my eyes burned as I recalled the thought, “I love you.” I remembered, looking up at her, tears starting to fill my eyes. I touched my stomach with both of my hands, “I miscarried our child.”
Vereesa gave me a shock of realization look, she shook her head at me, her face filling with despair, “Oh, you poor child.” voice distorted with tears of sympathy. She hugged me while I cried on her shoulder for an hour.
Well that’s my confession.
(I have a uncensored version of this that I won’t link, but if you Google Perfectia Dawnlight you should be able to find me on some forum of social media)