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Chronicles of Deepriver
Chapter IX - Revelation
Sky-Captain LaFontaine shuddered, pulling his woolen long coat tight around his neck. The crisp Northrend air bit at his exposed skin, turning its healthy green to a flush chilblain red. He steered the Zeppelin with one arm and clutched the other underneath a warm armpit. He would close his eyes tightly, cherishing the moment of warmth his eyelids offered.
The creak of the airship’s rudder and flap of the balloon’s coverings created a harmony against the silent night. This is what LaFontaine did this for, he thought.
Heavy hoofsteps from behind broke the serenity of the moment. The Goblin peaked one eye open, following the Death Knight as it moved across the airship’s deck to the side.
Staring up into the starry night sky, Sal’Journ’s Lichfire eyes followed the waves of the Aurora Borealis.
“Quite the view, eh?” LaFontaine grunted.
Sal’Journ did not respond but clutched the balloon harness next to his head to steady himself as he reached the edge of the airship.
LaFontaine grinned, wiping a runny nose with a handkerchief. “Aye, nothing compares,” the Goblin said through gritted teeth, more to himself than anything.
Still facing away, Sal’Journ’s lips were sealed tight, and his eyes closed. His free hand rested on his mother’s shattered Hearthstone around his neck.
Little happened aboard the airship that escaped LaFontaine’s attention. He had noticed the peculiar rock around the Death Knight’s neck when he came aboard, and though he knew it unwise to press a being such as this, his curiosity got the best of him. “If you don’t mind me asking, friend. Where would you be headed?” LaFontaine asked.
Sal’Journ inhaled deeply and released an exasperated sigh. As he turned to reply, the sky above them rippled overhead as a sheet of water when struck with a stone before imploding upwards, shattering into countless fragments. The two watched in shock. The airship lurched violently from the sudden change in air pressure, knocking those aboard about.
LaFontaine leaped back to his feet, catching the wheel as it spun to one side. Sal’Journ hung tightly to the bow. Regaining control of the airship, LaFontaine finally looked up. His mouth dropped, awestruck by the spectacle.
Upon regaining his footing, Sal’Journ turned his head to see. Narrowing his eyes, Sal’Journ’s scared face scowled. This was absolutely her doing. As soon as the thought slipped into his mind, a sound on the wind caught his ear.
The Banshee’s wail pierced the crew’s ears like needles in their mind. All those aboard the airship clutched their heads in agony as the Dark Lady’s voice finally reached them. The sound washed over them and ended as soon as it came, leaving those who heard it dazed and their ears ringing.
Sal’Journ opened his eyes and turned his gaze towards Icecrown.
“Home,” he answered.