... a promise and a present .... Lake Everstill , Redridge Mountains It was a campfire gathering, and to the north Lake Everstill was quiet, the stars reflected in its mirror surface like diamonds scattered upon black velvet. The stories drifted back and forth between those gathered in the soft orange glow of an autumn campfire, just enough to banish the cool night breeze. Only a few noticed the shadow beneath shadow, as the small warlock listened, at the very edge of the soft light. Oh there were stories to make one smile, a laugh in a handful of four fits of fishyness ... a parable of trolls and the futility of war ... a tale of the Emerald Dream, of a broken dragonflight. And that cut deep. History. The events that shape the world. Oh sometimes they were legends grand, ballads that minstrels sing, that told of the very foundation of Azeroth. But sometimes. Just sometimes. They strike so much closer to home. In a small heart, lost. "S-s-somet-t-t-times, hist-t-t-tory ... it isn't-t-t so old-d-d. "T-t-t-is song is for a friend of mine ... "It-t-t's Her-r-r's"
Shadows they're ... Falling ... Yet when upon her I look I can't ... call whats owed For she is ... on Death's Road
"It was me and you, Mezzy. "And we were in the center of Stormwind, on the steps of the great cathedral, beneath tall vaults of gray stone, the sky above black and empty. And in this hallowed plaza there was no dragons, no archmages, no giants of legend to cast their shadow in starlight. "Just me, a lil' gnome girl ... and you, a voidwalker, a demon ... " ... and a paladin named Felena."
I'm hurting ... Crying ... Its the same path I have learned to walk ... with head bowed Just like her ... on Death's Road
"I didn't know what to say. Somewhere I know they wanted me to scream at her, to tear at her like your talons rend that which threatens me. "But I ... couldn't Mezzy. I couldn't. I looked at her, and saw the hurt, the betrayal, the inherent contradiction of redemption and death, and she had always been nice to me and how could I when I heard her anguish and I live every day knowing that the good I do is paid for in blood just like her, and I couldn't leave her, I couldn't look at her ... like folks look at me. "And one day we won't be strong enough. "They can't hurt her Mezzy, not any more. "Cause she's made me a promise. They gotta understand. They gotta let her keep it. "Because when that happens, I'll kill everybody else. "But she's my friend. I can't hurt her. "She promised. "That she'll be the one who will stop me before I hurt you."
So still words ... Promising ... That before I hurt my dearest friend ... fate bestowed And we'll walk ... on Death's Road
Thunderbrew Tavern, Dun Morough Deep at night. Home again. Where the snow bit and slashed and swirled beneath the stars. It was Belm who was still up, stoking the fire in the commons, the room scented of hops and barley, tasting of warm bread and the rich aroma of stew, which bubbled in the big black pot. "So you are back lassie, well shake up your boots. Breads on the table, and we got apples from Elwynn, and you gotta be checking the post more than once a fortnight. The coach from Ironforge brought you a box, and its been yowling up a storm worse that wolves howling at a blue moon." The box was almost half the size of the little gnome, and she balanced it carefully as she walked down the stairs to her bedroom. There, head tilted, she read the missive carefully. "Its from Miss Felena ... " A mystery set in motion, when her darkling friend was still aliv. "Itsa gift ..." Deft fingers loosed the latch. "Mezzy? "Oh Mezzy ... " The little silver kitten mewled, at first shy, then curious, looking out of the box with eyes wide and up to a shocked little gnome. "Oh Mezzy ... "Its a lil' kitten ... "A little orphan like me. "See, isn't she cute. Miss Felena says her name is Anchor. "Oh Mezzy. "She's ours. We gotta take care ofher. Make sure she's fed and warm and safe. Oh no Mezzy, no, because ... because Mezzy, she doen't get blasted to the spirit plane like us. "Mezzy, if she gets hurt ... its forever. "Oh look at her ... " With a shy hug the young woman tenderly held the little cat against her chest, nuzzling its little head. "She's gonna be depending on us Mezzy. "She is. "And ... she's ... she's really ... really ... alive." A pause, quiet. "Oh Mezzy ... "I've never been so scared in my life." |
Contradictions and Death and A Song for Felena document Nellisynthia's brush with the harsh realities of Stormwind and the dramas that play out there. They accurately portray incidents which occurred between Meris, Felena, Fizzlepocket and Jegen the two weeks after the death of her mentor, Veras at the hand of her friend, Felena. Nelli's path takes her to the far corners of the world. Where she is outside the travel of news across Azeroth .... Most often alone, her only company Mezzy, Dissy, Zhaatum and Pizyap. Where she is least likely to hurt the ones she cares for. |
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