The Undead rogue followed the human cleric, his eyes constantly wandering around to take in the view. He had never been to the Cathedral, nevermind to Stormwind, having lived up north for so long with Rozetta. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the cleric occasionally glance back at him nervously. Vicente merely shook his head as they entered another area with beds, finding a familiar figure in one of them sleeping. The human female was resting comfortably under the covers, her long black hair fluttered across the pillows. The cleric walked up beside her, placing his hand gently on her shoulder to wake her. She stirred, leaning up slowly and rubbing her eyes while giving a small yawn, blinking a few times as she noticed the Undead behind him. Her eyes brightened as she recognized him from before.
“Oh, I remember you. You helped me before I found the Elves who helped me,” she said, pulling her hair behind her ear. Vicente paused a moment before asking if the cleric could leave them or at least go into the hall. Giving the girl a nervous look, the cleric nodded, walking away. Turning back to the female, Vicente walked beside the bed, kneeling down. “Is something wrong?”
“I hope you will not be afraid of me or be too upset. Rozetta, it’s me, Vicente,” he said, waiting for her to respond. She went wide eyed, staring at him a good few minutes making him nervous and afraid she may send him away. He began climbing to his feet, taking it upon himself to assume that she didn’t want to speak with him until he felt her grab his arm.
“Is it…. really you, my love?”
“Yes, it’s me. Oh my darling how I have missed you and done nothing but worry for you,” he said, kneeling again and taking her hand in his. She peered down at his hands, frowning at what happened to him, beginning to cry.
“I was so afraid. I thought you were gone forever and that I would never see you again. Why didn’t you say anything to me before when I saw you??”
“I didn’t know if they would kill us both. I was more concerned with making sure they let you go. I only wanted you safe. Why were you hiding there?”
“There were so many creatures that kept attacking me. I was so tired and was hiding,” she answered. She brought her hand up, touching his face gently. “What happened to you, my love? What have you been through?”
“Arthas killed me back in the village that night. I was asleep for such a long time and once I finally awoke I was under his command, being forced to endure his training to be one of his soldiers. After breaking away I sought some allies to try to use their resources so that I could begin looking for you. Now I work for the Warchief Thrall as one of his mercenaries. They are most helpful. And these Elves, they are such amazing friends that you have found. I was so glad to see them help you back in the Plaguelands. I wish I could have done more for you then, I really do.” She gave him a soft smile, pulling the covers closer to herself while fixing her hair again.
“It’s ok, love. You know I understand. I’m just so happy to be able to see you again.”
“And I’m happy you aren’t shunning me away for what I am now,” he responded. She pulled back in alarm, giving him a pained look.
“Nothing can come between us, Vicente. You are my husband and nothing can change that. Not even death can part us,” she said. Vicente leaned his head on her hand, feeling so many emotions threatening to spill from him. “Will you be able to stay now? The baby will be born soon,” she whispered rubbing her stomach. Vicente looked up, his eyes shifting down to her tummy. Hesitating, he brought his hand up, gently rubbing her stomach.
“Yes, we never decided any names. Do you have anything, love? I was thinking maybe Victoria if it was a girl.”
“That sounds like an adorable name.”
“Do you have anything if it’s a boy, love?” She watched him pause a moment in thought.
“Well you could always make it Victor if it was a boy. That’s a good name,” he replied. She smiled, happy to be able to have his opinion. “As for staying, I have to leave soon. I was lucky enough to be able to be here. The Stormwind King strongly dislikes Horde. We helped with an assault from Arthas’ men and that’s why I was able to be here now. I’m so happy that I got to see you, Rozetta, and I hope that I will be allowed to see you again soon but my captain is probably coming any moment.” He climbed to his feet, leaning over and kissing her forehead out of habit. She frowned a little, her posture slumping a little. “I promise I will see you again, my love, you know I will do my best.”
“I know, darling. I hope to see you again very soon,” she said nuzzling his hand. He moved a strand of her hair from her face, giving her a smile.
“Until then, please be safe. I love you, Rozetta.” The Undead turned and walked away without looking back, knowing if he did he would run back to her side again. As he came up to the doorway, Mug’thal appeared, motioning for Vicente to come with him.
“Time to get moving,” he said, “We have much to report to our Warchief.”
The evening crept along until the sun finally disappeared from the sky, the last bits of light falling below the horizon leaving darkness in its wake. A cold wind rose, traveling through the empty streets of Stormwind; the townsfolk staying indoors out of fear for the attack earlier. In the inn near the bank, Kurai sat in the room that Hotaru had rented, sitting in a chair facing out the window. His posture was slouched and his face stuck in a blank stare showing he was in deep thought. His mind was racing, internally fighting the urge to steal a boat to get to Northrend. He knew there was no way to save Hotaru, she was either dead now or she would be when she was brought before Arthas. Though, a part of him felt that knowing human nature that Mitchell may have her still alive to get to him as much as he could.
“I’m so sorry, baby…. I’m so sorry…” he whispered to himself, his eyes shifting up to see the moon. Looking back down at his hands, he balled his fists, slamming his right one down on the arm of his chair. “If I’m so powerful, why couldn’t I save you!?” He stood abruptly, moving to the windowsill, leaning on it. He stared down at the empty Trade District, feeling helpless. His eyes wandered to the Cathedral, the large stone structure towering over everything else. His thoughts turned to Mariuss, wondering if he was awake or not. He had left Zyeal with him before, knowing the warrior needed more treatment then he did. Kurai knew he didn’t have the patience to deal with those healers either way, his blood pressure reaching its limit. Walking downstairs and out into the street, Kurai made his way to the Cathedral, hoping the supplies and preparations would be ready within the two days time that the King expected. He recalled the conversation he had earlier with Zyeal regarding being ready when the time came.
“Two days? What if Mariuss isn’t ready in two days?”
“Then we’ll have to leave him.”
“Look, you know why I want to go. I don’t have to explain to you why I am desperate to get this thing moving. Until I see there is no hope I’m going after her,” the rogue countered, watching the warrior back up.
“Take it easy, man. It’s me you are talking to. Please calm down,” Zyeal said holding up his hands. Kurai looked away, shaking his head.
Walking up the front of the church, he peered up the stairs wondering if it would be wise to go in seeing how he was still tense. He began thinking that perhaps waiting till morning would be better for everyone. Looking to the right, Kurai began walking towards the Dwarven District just wanting to walk and get air at this point. Coming up to the small bridge, he stopped halfway across, staring at his reflection in the crystal clear waters below. Behind him, the moon shined vibrantly, the bright glow lighting up the area. Releasing a deep sigh, he moved his long hair behind his ear, hoping again that they would get to leave soon.
The ship rocked against the current, swaying and bumping along as it made its way to Northrend. The dark sky was littered with stars, the full moon shimmering brightly above. Below deck in his main room, Mitchell peered into the large mirror that graced the wall, watching as an aura of blue flame and a mist of frozen fog emitted from the reflective glass, the image of Arthas forming from a swirl of blue vapor. The Lich King glared at the human captain, making him shift nervously under the intense gaze. Mitchell bowed his head, his brow knitted in fear.
“Looks to me you know what I’m going to say to you, Mitchell,” the Lich King began coolly. The human sputtered a little, knowing that he was in a bit of trouble. “The uproar you caused at the harbor is making the Alliance tense now. They are trying to come here sooner then scheduled. While this means little to me, the fact remains that you were out of line. Don’t let your personal agenda steer you away from what I need you to do. Remember that you came to ME.”
“Yes, my lord. It will not happen again. It’s just been so long for me – “
“You will understand that I care not for your revenge. My plans come first before you will be able to do what it is you need. You serve me for the powers I bestowed upon you. I am willing to give you another chance to redeem yourself only because you have so many supplies and troops with you.”
“Yes, my lord. I understand,” he said, keeping his gaze on the floor. “We shall be coming to Northrend within the next couple days. Is there anything I should be doing once we arrive?”
“Only that you come to me with these resources. If anything should arise I will contact you.”
“As you wish, my lord,” the captain said, bowing again. He peered up in time to see Arthas wave his hand as he vanished from the mirror. Mitchell’s posture slacked as he let out a deep breath from holding for so long, knowing he had just dodged the axe. He turned around to face his desk, glancing at the maps and charts that littered it before a thought crossed his mind. Walking out of his cabin and onto the main deck, he inhaled the sea air, looking at the night sky. He then began heading below deck to the brig, walking up to the warden that stood watch at the door. “You may leave for now. I wish to interrogate our guest.”
“Yessir,” the sailor said, hurrying away in fear of the captain using his power to change him into an undead ghoul. Coming up to the door, Mitchell peered in through the small barred window down at the female Night Elf that resided inside. She appeared to either be still unconscious or merely sleeping, her hands chained up to the wall above her as she sat on the floor. Her gear was stripped from her, leaving her in a flimsy black sleeveless shirt and black slacks with black slip-on shoes. Staring at her a moment, Mitchell began thinking that she would need better clothing for when they reached the shore. Until then he would let her suffer to quell her fighting spirit. Upon opening the door, he saw her stir, waking and climbing to her feet as she glared at him.
“Morning,” he muttered, walking up beside her, watching her try to get as far away from him as she was capable. He scoffed at her attempt, knowing that if needed he would close the distance she was trying to keep between them. “How are you feeling?” He was greeted with only a glare as she stared at him, waiting to see what he would do. “You know I can get you to talk to me if I really need.” More silence for his answer. “So in a couple days we will be reaching Northrend. Once we get there I will be bringing you to the Lich King as a gift. How does that sound to you?” He could see her thinking over what he said, realizing now just how much danger she was in. “I’m sure Arthas will love to have a prize like you at his side. Most likely he will change you into one of his soldiers,” he inched a bit closer knowing the next comment would hit home, “To think you will have to kill all those you love and cherish,” he crowed, watching her snap her head towards him, a look of anger and hurt in her eyes. “Ah you got that for sure didn’t you? Imagine: watching as your body does what it’s told. Perhaps you will even have to face your little group I saw at the harbor.” She narrowed her eyes more, pulling a little against her chains as if thinking of jumping at him at any moment. “Imagine that the one who ends up killing Kurai for me would be you. Oh that would make me happy just knowing that his true love delivered his fatal blow,” Mitchell cooed, clapping his hands in enjoyment at the thought. She finally snapped, trying to get as close as she could to injury him in any way she could, coming mere inches away from him. He let out a triumphant laugh, hearing her growl.
“You bastard!” she finally spat struggling against her bindings. He suddenly grabbed her, slamming her into the wall, hearing her grunt at the impact.
“For so long I wanted to kill him. So, so long have I waited for any chance to get back at him. No matter how much I trained, no matter how much I accomplished, it was never enough to stand up to him. It all started out in Warsong against those Outriders. Is it really so bad to have a necromancer on your side to help with the troops? One died so we merely brought him back to fight for us. And to top it off they were so much stronger afterward. Is it really wrong to try getting people to die so we could use them for victory?” His eyes were glazed over as he thought back to so long ago, his face stuck in a crazed look. Still in his grasp, Hotaru became frightened of what he may do while he was having his relapse, beginning to struggle against him only to have him slam her head against the wall. “It’s all his fault.”
“How? Sounds to me you dug your own grave,” she murmured, coughing a bit.
“No! It’s his fault! Him and his scouts for catching the commanding officer and bringing the battle to a halt. It should have been I and my troops. My super army! But instead he brings everything to a stop and ceased the killing. They realized what I was doing and arrested me,” he muttered, his glazed looking coming up again. He finally focused again, grabbing her chin while the other held the chains that bound her wrists. “When they reach Northrend, I will be there to greet him. I will kill you before him and then bring you to the Lich King. I will have my revenge!!”
“Get off of me!” she screamed, trying to twist away from him. “You won’t get away with this! He will kill you! Kurai will never forgive you!”
“Forgiveness!?!? Whoever said I wanted his FORGIVENESS!?!? I want him to suffer as I have all these years!! I will crush him! He does not know what it means to be shunned away and considered a criminal! He will suffer!! YOU are going to aid me in this, my dear. I don’t even need your cooperation.”
“No, let me go! Don’t do this!” She tried pulling away from him but he had her pinned, pulling weakly on her chains, “Please, don’t….” Hotaru began slinking down to the ground as Mitchell pulled back to watch her, content with having broken her will.
“Just be a good girl and wait to die,” he said stepping back. She peered up at him, her eyes glazed with tears though she still held malice in her gaze.
“I’ll kill you…” she whispered. “I’ll kill you and I’ll enjoy it…” He scoffed, moving closer to her, watching her flinch.
“We shall see about that, dear.”
The crying of soldiers in pain had finally completely stopped, the church barracks finally becoming quiet. The Night Elf hunter stirred, his eyes peeling open after being asleep for many hours after passing out from the loss of blood. Blinking a few times, his gaze wandered the area, finally falling on the figure in the chair at the side of his bed. Zyeal was fast asleep beside him, slouched in his chair with his legs spread a bit to keep himself from falling from the seat. His arms hung loosely, his hands in his lap as he continued getting some rest. Mariuss slowly leaned up, his hand flying to his chest as a sharp pain coursed through it. Looking down he saw he was heavily bandaged, blood soaking the wrappings. Pulling the thick blanket off himself, he found he was in only a plain pair of black slacks. Mariuss slowly rose from the bed, stretching carefully. Rubbing his eyes, the hunter walked up beside his friend, reaching out and gently moving his arm to get his attention. It as then he noticed the bandages around his head and neck. The warrior stirred, beginning to stretch from being in the uncomfortable chair before finally opening his eyes, jumping up once he saw his friend conscious.
“Mariuss!? You’re awake,” Zyeal exclaimed only to be greeted with the hunter shushing him. “Oh sorry, but hey I thought you weren’t going to be out for much longer. So glad to see you up.” The hunter peered around before looking back at Zyeal.
“Where are the others?” he asked softly, his voice strained. He wobbled a bit to which Zyeal caught him and motioned for him to sit back down on the bed as he gave him a sorrowful look.
“Well…. Kurai wanted to be here but every time he looked at you he became enraged. He is so upset this happened.”
“Why? It’s not like he was gnawing on me,” Mariuss commented, shivering at remembering the ghouls jumping him. “And what about Hotaru? Did she get angry too or something?” He watched as Zyeal’s posture slouched, giving him a deep frown.
“She was kidnapped by the captain. She’s on her way to Northrend as we speak. Kurai thinks that she is either dead now or when he reaches Northrend he will kill her there. It’s tearing him apart.” Mariuss sat there in shock, thoughts of what he was just told rushing through his mind.
“Wow, I missed… quite a bit. I’m sorry,” he whispered. Upon hearing the warrior’s harsh tone, Mariuss looked up at him.
“Sorry!?! What the hell are you sorry about? Sorry you didn’t die or something? The hell, man, we were so worried about you. Don’t be sorry you couldn’t help because you were mortally wounded,” he snapped, seeing Mariuss jump a bit. Zyeal didn’t really yell a lot; usually he was the one trying to lighten the mood. The hunter gave him a small nod before bringing his hand up to his wounded chest.
“So then what’s been going on? What’s our move then?”
“They are trying to get everything finished as fast as they can so we can leave for Northrend per the King’s orders. They are probably working even now. Look, don’t worry about it, ok? You should rest. Go back to sleep,” Zyeal said walking up and carefully trying to push his friend back down. Mariuss gave him a grin before pulling the blankets back to get into bed.
“Yes, mother,” he relied. Zyeal grabbed his heart in fake shock.
“Ouch, my masculinity is shriveling!” He blinked a few times before looking down at himself and then back up at the hunter, “Nevermind, forget I said that.” Mariuss gave out a laugh, clutching his chest as it gave him pain. “Anyway, go to sleep. I’m going to go find our fearless leader. He’s very depressed.”
“I would be too so I don’t blame him,” Mariuss said. For a moment, the image of Lukia crossed his mind before he shook his head and peered up at the warrior, “I’ll go to sleep. You should too. In an actual bed would be good too. Thanks for staying but I’ll feel bad if I find you still here when I wake up,” he said, leaning his head back against the pillow.
“Alright, I’ll see you in the morning then. Night, man,” Zyeal said, leaving the hunter to rest. Walking out into the front of the church, Zyeal reached up and touched the bandages around his head, pulling back to find only a few droplets of blood showing that the bleeding had ceased. Rubbing the crimson liquid from his fingers, the warrior turned his attention to finding his commander, thinking maybe he was still wandering the city.
The morning rays peaked over the horizon as the Horde group made their way to Orgrimmar’s gates, passing all the people who were taunting and fighting one another for sport or to show skill. Other then the Arena in the Valley of Honor, this was the next prime spot to pick a fight. The guards along the way saluted the group as they went by, welcoming them back home from their mission. Still not being used to the capital, Vicente’s eyes wandered around to take in the sights. Reaching the back of the city and to the Warchief’s chamber, the group entered, bowing before Thrall, Rising from his chair, Thrall walked down the few steps to Mug’thal, asking him to rise and give his report. The Orc warrior climbed to his feet, nodding and beginning with the moment they spotted the Alliance in Darkshire, leaving nothing out. Thrall listened intently, nodding while bringing his hand to his chin. He was especially pleased to hear that Varian had let them stay after their assistance at the Stormwind Harbor, knowing how much the human hated them for when he was still Lo’Gash.
“This is interesting. So now they are looking to go to Northrend earlier? Hmmm and this rogue is now allying himself with you?”
“That is correct, my Warchief,” Mug’thal replied saluting. Thrall pondered a moment longer before looking up at them, giving them a toothy smile.
“Your results are most pleasing. This is very impressive. We shall try our best to speed our preparations for Northrend as well. I will speak with Garrosh and Sarufang. I would like you all to go with them when they set sail. Now please rest, you will need your strength for the upcoming travels. Lok’tar o’gar, my brethren,” Thrall said, returning the salute with his own.
“As you wish, Warchief.” The group bowed again before leaving the chamber and walking outside. “We shall do what our Warchief says, we shall rest and prepare for the journey ahead. I hope to see you all tomorrow in front of the inn in the Valley Strength.” Kuto nodded, giving a thumbs up.
“Ya got dat right, mon. Dis be a crazy trip we be going on. Until tomorra, mon,” he said bowing and heading towards the Valley of Honor to the hunter trainers and stables. Ruma turned to Mug’thal while shaking a bit as if he had a chill before scratching his side.
“I shall be traveling to Moonglade. I should be back in time tomorrow,” he said giving a bow, “I will see you then.” He began casting a spell, vanishing from sight before them. Mug’thal turned to the Undead, finding him glancing around. Shaking his head a bit while giving a chuckle, the Orc walked forward, placing his hand on Vicente’s shoulder to gain his attention.
“Was there anything you needed or should I just show you the inn.”
“No I think I’ll be ok. This time I have more time to explore. The Valley of Strength is the area near the main gates, right?” The Orc nodded. “Well then I suppose I shall see you later then. Thank you, Captain.” Nodding once more, Mug’thal walked away from him, giving him a wave. Vicente turned towards the Valley of Spirit, stretching his back before beginning to walk. As he went along, he peered upward seeing the aerial guards patrolling through the open sky. He looked back down, his thoughts shifting to his beloved again, thinking of her being safe in a warm bed in Stormwind’s church under careful aid. It brought so much relief to him knowing she was out of danger and in the proper care for when the baby was born. He wondered what gender the child would be, knowing that regardless he wanted to see them once they were born. “Victor or Victoria, both are very good names,” he murmured to himself as he came up to Valley of Spirits, seeing a lot of construction going on. “I only hope they will be ok once everything is finished. They can’t live in the church forever,” he said to himself. He peered towards the Valley of Strength, giving a sigh before deciding to explore that area.
Zyeal paced back and forth in the inn room they had rented out, occasionally glancing up at the Night Elf rogue that was near the window slouched in his chair. Nearby the table had bread, fruits, and water all in which were untouched. Waltzing up to said table, Zyeal slammed his hands down on it watching Kurai not even flinch.
“God damnit, Kurai, you have to eat something! Come on! You didn’t even sleep. Please, I’m begging you, man. I can’t stand by and let you do this to yourself,” he said earning nothing from his commander. He barely even glanced over at him before his sight shifted back out the window. The warrior leaned on the table while looking over at him. “This isn’t going to help her.” Kurai’s head finally snapped in his direction, a scowl on his face. “Well it’s true. Don’t give me that look. You’ve been ignoring me for the last hour.”
“Look I’m not hungry,” the rogue started, finally getting up and turning towards him, “I’m not thirsty, and I’m not tired. I don’t know what to tell you, Zyeal. I really don’t. Would you like me to fake it?”
“YES!” the warrior shouted, moving back from the table and pointing to it. “Just eat for the hell of it. I know for a fact that you didn’t sleep last night and you need food and rest. We are going to Northrend soon. They say they can be ready by tonight. I already talked with Mariuss about it and he says he’s going and that you aren’t going to stop him. He also heard that the church called those priestesses from Light’s Hope and that they will be here by the evening and coming with us.” Kurai glanced towards the window again until Zyeal shouted at him. Looking back at him, the rogue growled, becoming angry with him for being so forceful. “Look, you are one of my best friends. I can’t take seeing you like this. You think you are the only one worried about Hotaru? She’s like a sister to me and I would want nothing more then to have her back here with us safe. But doing this isn’t going to have us ready to help her. She wouldn’t want you to do this. If you won’t do it to make me feel better then do it for her. Take care of yourself,” he said walking over and grabbing the chair he was in and dragging it close to the table before sitting in another. He leaned back, giving him a grin. “Besides, if you pass out from not eating I’m not dragging your ass back.” Kurai stared at him a moment, his scowl holding until he finally gave in, giving a deep sigh and walking over beside him, sitting in the chair.
“You’re an ass, Zyeal.” The warrior waved his hand dismissively.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he said with a smile. Reaching over and grabbing a loaf of bread, Kurai broke a piece off before beginning to eat, seeing Zyeal relax in the corner of his eye.
“You have no idea how much I want to steal a boat,” the blue haired elf murmured. Zyeal reached over and patted his back to comfort him as best he could.
“We’ll find her. She’s a strong girl.”
“That’s why I think that they are waiting until Northrend where they can perform a death ritual. They would want to have someone that powerful in their army. That’s why I think that there is still a chance to save her. I just want to leave. I have to save her,” the rogue whispered, looking down at the bread in his hand. He looked up at the table, tossing it on it. “I can’t pretend anymore. Just eating is upsetting my stomach. My nerves are shot.” He stood, walking to the door, peering back at the warrior. “We’ve been together for so long. I’ve watched over her. Knowing that she is with that man, who hates me and would do anything to her to get at me; it’s infuriating and stressful. I appreciate what you are trying to do but just know that I’m restraining myself.” Zyeal sat there silent, letting his friend speak until he felt he had a chance to cut in.
“I know, Kurai. I’m your friend and I know how you are. I’ve known you two for as long as I can remember. Just know that I have at least an idea what you are feeling. I want to save her too. You know that, and Mariuss does too,” he said standing. He bowed to him, “We’re here to serve you, Kurai.” The rogue gave a defeated sigh, facing him and bowing himself.
“I know. And thank you. Now if you would excuse me I think I’m going to go spar and vent my anger,” he replied turning and walking out. Zyeal let out a breath, looking at the table before turning his gaze back to the door, standing and walking to the window to watch Kurai walk down the now crowded streets of the Trade District.
After a few hours, Zyeal began heading from the Trade District to the Cathedral of Light to visit Mariuss. As he entered the area he noticed Kurai sitting on the steps of the church with his head in his hands as he stared at the ground in thought. Walking up, the warrior watched as Kurai peered up at him, noticing he seemed less tense. Giving him a shrug as he spoke, Zyeal asked him how he was feeling now that he went to destroy some of the practice dummies. The rogue climbed to his feet, explaining that they were going to need to replace them all once he was done but that he felt a little better. The green haired elf gave a short laugh before saying he was going inside.
“Yeah I was thinking of going in myself. Finally,” Kurai said glancing at the church. Giving his commander a nod, Zyeal began walking in, asking the nearest priest about being allowed downstairs to see their friend. Upon reaching the lower level, they found Mariuss leaning up in bed with his head tilted down, his hair coming down to block his face.
“Hey, Mariuss, everything ok?” the warrior called, watching the white haired hunter look up at them before giving them a smile. He waved at them as they walked up, asking how everything was going and if the ships were ready. “They said it shouldn’t be long now. The priestesses are here already too. They are upstairs with the Bishop.”
“Lukia is here?” the hunter asked, turning towards them a little. Zyeal gave a sly grin while nudging the rogue beside him.
“I knew he had a crush on her! Where’s my money?” Kurai lightly tapped the back of the warrior’s head before looking back at the hunter asking how he was doing.
“Well my chest still hurts. I guess that those ghouls were trying to rip me open from there,” Mariuss replied giving a shiver, “But other then that just a few scraps and scratches. The rest isn’t too bad.”
“Which is why he wants to go with us, Kurai,” Zyeal interjected, making sure the rogue didn’t begin saying that he really should stay. Kurai gave a sigh while giving the warrior a look before a small voice drew all their attention.
“Sir Mariuss?” the female Night Elf priestess inched her way into the large room, peering around for her intended target until she spotted the trio. She walked over, giving a bow and greeting them all. Just as she was about to say something she jumped in surprise as Zyeal jumped up, saying how he and Kurai had things to do before turning his head so only Mariuss could see him wink before dragging Kurai with him.
“We’ll be back later, ok, Mariuss? We have to go check the ships at the harbor!”
“Z-Zyeal!” Mariuss called, his face turning red. Kurai smacked Zyeal in the head again before walking out himself, giving Mariuss a small wave as he left. Once alone, the pair kept their eyes on the ground, each ones face growing a brighter red. He made a face as he mumbled about how much of an idiot the warrior was earning a giggle from the female beside him, not realizing she could hear him.
“I see you are doing better. I heard about everything that happened. It’s terrible what has happened to your female companion and my prayers are with her,” she replied bowing her head while her hands were clasped together. Mariuss frowned at the thought of Hotaru being gone again before finally looking at the white haired elf beside him. “I also hope your wounds heal well, Sir Mariuss.”
“Didn’t I tell you it was just ‘Mariuss,’ my lady?”
“Well then call me ‘Lukia’, Mariuss,” she countered before sitting in the seat beside the bed. He nodded in compliance, murmuring ‘very well’ softly. As he did he flinched a bit, grabbing his chest in pain. The elfin girl leaned forward on impulse, reaching to try and help ease the ache as her hands instinctively beginning to give off a golden aura to them. He held up his hand to stop her before she made contact, fearing it would only bring more pain. “A-are you sure? I only want to help you,” she whispered.
“I know, but the other priests did what they could. It just hurts,” he replied, pulling his shirt away from himself to peer down at the blood soaked bandages. Seeing the look on his face, Lukia stood from the seat to sit on the bed, grabbing his wrist and pulling it away before looking at his wound dressings under his shirt. A look of shock graced her features as she grabbed the base of his shirt and pulled it up, scaring him and looking at the bandages better. “L-Lukia?!”
“Take this off, please. I want to try healing this. The wounds opened up,” she murmured, tugging at his shirt. He complied, lifting his arms for her as she pulled it over his head. A deep blush crept over his face as he began to feel exposed to her. Suddenly, the pain was much more bearable for him. Bringing her hands up she gently placed her glowing hands against his chiseled chest, closing her eyes to concentrate. Intense warmth overtook him, bringing comfort to his whole body. A soft groan escaped his lips as he fell back into the pillow, startling her. Lukia jumped back, seeing him with his eyes close and his expression calm. “Mariuss?”
“That was… I feel so comfortable now,” he whispered, opening his eyes to look at her. Hearing that everything was ok, she smiled, leaning back and moving her hair behind her ear. “Thank you.” She nodded, watching him doze off to sleep, moving his hair from his face.
“Sleep well, my sweet knight.”