Story of Faileas

[Faileas]

Story of Faileas Part 1, Awakenings.


~In the mind of Faileas~

Warm surroundings and peaceful rest, for so long…

She had forgotten anything else existed. A world outside the eternal comfort went on without her, until now. The dreams, no nightmares, replaced what she embraced and loved. The rest that seemed forever brought to an end…

~She walked the inner gate, watching as the Rangers tried to hold the outer. Anyone who could lift a weapon joined them. Quel’Thalas was at stake, no sacrifice was too big. Even death.

She longed to rush and see the front, help hold what she found most dear. The screams and cries made her heart weaken. The smoke that poured into the city from the forest set ablaze, choking her. Hard to tell if the smoke followed the Scourge or was pushed in by the wind, but it made it hard to see the faces of those who screamed and cried. Probably for the best, keeping her from leaving her station.

She begins to cry.

“No!” she whispers, “No tears, Fay. Focus.”

She is brought back from her self struggle by the sound of horns. They cannot hold, Arthas and his army are over-whelming the defenses. The Ranger-General would try to hold the inner gate now.

Calling upon her blessings learned at the Cathedral of Light, she would ready her small group. Ready them for death it seemed. Too few in numbers, as the wind swept through clearing the smoke briefly and showing the vast amounts of Scourge parading through the outer gate.

Her ventures with small groups had not prepared her for this. The constant energy drains as she would call on powers to keep the group going. She was steady through her panic, but was failing to keep up. The Scourge was there no matter how many they killed. Her group was growing smaller as they gave themselves to the battle.

So much blood, having to step on bodies as she tried to position herself. She slipped and fell. Then there was a strange pause around her, as if everything stopped to wait for her to regain her feet.

A voice from an unknown face, “Sylvanas is challenging Arthas, go to her… now!”, the words came as the face turned back to the advancing Scourge. The Ranger was going to die willingly to give her a chance. She had no time to mourn.

Her energy all but gone, maybe enough to help if she made it alive. She abandoned her casting and drew forth her mace. No warrior, but shear will guided her blows and dulled the pain of those she received.

Closer, just a little closer.

Another pause as it seemed the whole battle field turned to the melee by the Sunwell.

The world would move in slow motion as she watched. What seemed impossible happened and she was helpless, as Sylvanas fell and Arthas roared in victory.

She failed. Lowering her mace as the heat of tears blinded her. Time sped back up. She didn’t even know her own killing blow came.~

Death wasn’t so bad, warm and peaceful in fact.


(To be continued.)

[Faileas]

(Part 2)


~In the chamber of Apothecary Putress~

Two Forsaken men chatter on, never noticing the girl hidden in the shadows. They do note the one locked inside a cage, shaped in an oval fashion with a flat bottom, it hung from the ceiling by a heavy chain…

“What do we do with her?” Asked the taller of the two.

Although they both hunched over, it was a still an obvious height difference. They both wore black robes and hoods that covered the details of their faces. The smell was familiar though and it gave away their race long before the accented voices.

The smaller one looked into the cage at the Elf. Naked and curled into a fetal type position. Her face showed some thru the long red hair that fell over it.

“I can imagine what Putress may have been doing with her, Mmm.” It was rather hard for him not to wonder, “But she is lifeless, probably freshly dug up.”

“Why the cage then?” The taller one asked.

“I don’t know or care.” He shrugged as he turned away. Righting himself he seemed taller and no longer the shorter of the two, “Do we have what we came for?”

“Yes.” The now shorter one motions to the steel bin loaded with papers, “All I could find.”

“Good, now set it on fire and let us go before the chaos continues.” He hunched back down to reclaim his shortness, “Sylvanas will need help reclaiming what is rightfully hers!”

The two parted leaving behind the caged Elf and the hidden girl…


~Back in the mind of Faileas~

An unknown voice spoke gently to her…

“I need you now, waken and return to the world in which you were torn.”

“No, return me to the warm that you replaced with the nightmare!” Faileas demanded to the whispered voice, “You have no right.”

“I do as I need and please.” The voice would reply in a soft point of fact way, “If you wish, after we are avenged, return.”

“Who…” Fay would try to place the voice, but it has been so long since anyone has spoke around her. Since she has even heard her own voice, “Who is we, you? I am alone as always.”

“We are those who will bring revenge!” The voice was a bit firmer, “And alone yes, maybe for always, but that is a choice you will make.”

Fay could smell something. Smoke…

Not like a dream smell, but something real. Something that was lost to her senses. The smell triggers an alarm in her body. A body that feels stiff and cold, but welcoming. She wants to but fears to open her eyes.

“I am really alive?” She asks.

“Yes… as much as death will allow you to be.” The voice had the sound of a smile to it, “Now go, flee. Keeping this life depends on your escape.”

Fay knew the voice was gone.

Fear aside, Faileas slowly opens her eyes.


(To be continued.)

[Faileas]

~Out of hiding~

Peata slipped out of her hiding spot. Although being in her current state forced her to use new abilities, some of the old roguishly ways still held.

"Well now.." Peata stated to herself as she looked to the fire consuming the papers. She was unsure if she should stop it. She was sure though, she had known they had value before the cultist came and burned them, nothing else seemed to in here. Lots of tables with odd fleshy parts, vial's bubbling away and other things the Apothecary liked..

Still the fire burned as smoked filled the chamber and still Peata could not decide what to do about it, decision making was not her thing. Her life has been a mess since she was let go of the Lich Kings grip, at least then she had direction.

Peata found a smile as she decided to leave, the fire was contained and with the city out of the Dark Ladies control, she didn't care if it burned down. She did care she would leave the city empty handed.

As she pushed the door leading out open, she stopped...

Was that a voice or the creaking of the hinges?


~Eyes opened~

"I know your there..' Fays voice said in a weak un-used fashion, "I need help."

Peata turned and looked, still unsure. Then she saw the caged Elf, whom she thought was dead, move.

Fay flexed her muscles slowly, trying to make them responsive. She would have let the other walk out, but she wasn't sure if she could walk. It wouldn't be much of an escape if the fire choked or burned her back to death.

Peata walked slowly back to the cage. "Your alive?" she asked already knowing, "I.."

"I assume so." Fay stated, "We don't have time, I think, for chats. Can you open this thing?" Fay was able to at least lift herself as she asked.

"I.." Peata was about to continue her stutter, but stopped as the Elf gave her direction through a question, "Yes, i think it is just a latch." She would prove this by pulling up the handle and swinging open the door.

"Good.' sliding herself to the opening where the girl stood with a hand out to aid, "Thank you.. I may need help to get my legs back., give me a second." Fay exited the cage and failing to support herself, leaned on the girl.

"I can help you walk, if you want." Peata offered, knowing she would carry the Elf if asked.

'May need to at least get us out of here.. the smoke.." Fay caught the girls face for the first time and paused. The girl was very lovely, but the eyes. the eyes were void and lifeless in a way. Fay shook this off for now, "The smoke is to much."

Peata caught Fays look and it was familiar, but she also let it go. Half assisting.. dragging Fay out of the room and into a side passage that lead to The main city. Where they both leaned against the wall.

"Where are we?" Fay asked in a shortened breath.

Peata looked at the Elf as if it was a trick question, but answered, "The Undercity." Fay replied with an unknowing look and Peata went on, "The Forsaken city, Sylvanas people.. well it was til this morning.." She hoped something clicked with the Elf and would have continued if Fay had not spoken.

Something did.. "Sylvanas.. Sylvanas Windrunner.?", Fay pleaded in hope that something was not going to be foreign.

Peata nodded.

"Take me to her.!" Fay demanded.

Peata frowned, "I can't she is not here."

Fay sighed, "Where can we go that is safe?"

Peata thought this over for a moment and decided Silver moon was probably easiest or at least closest, "Silvermoon?"

"Silvermoon? Fay answered with a question she knew, but was surprised.. confused even, "Yes.. we go there."

Peata nodded and offered help to the Elf to walk, but Fay refused and ushered the girl on.

~Escape~

The trip was slow. Fay was weak and the exit through the sewers was not easy. The commotion throughout the city, forced them to stop and take hiding. Fay demanded this. She didn't want anything to delay the escape.. and a chance to gaze upon Silvermoon again.

They would not have use of the portal, so Peata would take them through The Plaguelands via horseback.

Fay was avoiding the question that kept pressing on her mind, but after being sure the girl was not truly alive and seeing nothing but Forsaken thus far on the trip, she had to.

"Is everyone dead now?" She was afraid of the answer, afraid the scourge won out.

Peata giggled as she answered through the rushing wind as her horse thundered towards the Bulwark.. "Only us lucky ones.!"

(to be continued.)