04-25-2008, 11:06 AM
Part 1
The days were long on the Isle of Quel'Danas and Faeriel had spent many hours this day healing her friends and fellow blood elves as they returned from the lines of battle. She was weary, for the day had been exceptionally brutal as legion attacks ransacked the Shattered Sun forces. It had been all she could do to keep the soldiers fighting, but in the end no ground was lost. Now it was night and the night's here on the isle were long as well, especially night's like this that were unusually quiet. Faeriel had come to expect that the quiet was usually the promise of more horrors to come. On this night she would be right.
She spent a comfortable evening at the "inn" which for now was not much more than a large tent filled with tables and casks of various drink. Soldiers were all around her chatting about the days events. The Offensive was slowly making headway. For now at least they had a good foothold on the isle and were slowly driving back the Scourge and Legion forces that were running rampant. All in all, spirits were high.
Despite near exhaustion, she was feeling restless after dinner. Something in the air was wrong but she could not quite put her finger on what it was. She sat for awhile at a bench in a corner of the tent sipping a cup of mead, but it was doing little to settle her down. Perhaps, she thought, a walk under the night sky would serve to relax her. She would not stray far from the safe areas...only far enough to restore her own peace of mind.
Faeriel first became aware of eyes watching her upon departing the tent but she dismissed the feeling as being nothing. After all, there were many strange creatures now on the island, but the fortifications were holding for now. Guards were posted all around the camp and she would be safe enough. Slowly she wandered down to the dock area where several Blood Elf ships were now anchored. From there it would be just a few feet to the nearby beach. Listening to the sound of the waves and the surf would be enough to relax her. A cool breeeze blew in from the ocean and Faeriel felt the coolness on her face. All should be well...but something almost certainly was not.
The feeling of being watched came over her again, and her elvish senses began to heighten. Next there were soft footsteps in the sand, then a "sigh" of something unnatural. She was no longer alone, and she already knew who was now standing behind her.
"Hello Bellethiel." She stated in a matter-of-fact tone, never taking her eyes off of the ocean. "I knew you would come again one day."
"Hello Daughter dear." Came the raspy reply. The voice sent chills down the elf girls spine and caused her heart to weaken for it was the voice of her mother that called to her once again. "So you call me only by my formal name now? Will you no longer call me by the name "Mother?"
"You are not my mother..." Faeriel exclaimed calmly. She turned suddenly to face the creature that stood behind her. Bellethiel was now undead but she was still extremely beautiful. Eyes once green were now red like fire and stared into her daughter's very spirit.
Faeriel could feel the thing trying to touch her mind. She resisted as best she could. "You are NOT she who birthed me! You are only the creature who wears her form! My mother is dead. She died as a hero to the elven empire. A casualty of a war that should never have been fought."
"And yet you see me standing here before you now. Do your eyes deceive you daughter? Surely there can be life beyond death."
"No...there is not." She tried to look away but the eyes now held her. The creature was seducing her with its words and its mind reached out again. Faeriel weakened. The thing that was once her mother came closer....slowly closer.
"Why have you come again? We...banished you..."
"Only from the city my dear...the isle is not so protected. Don't you know I will never give up on taking you?"
"I..." Faeriel's mind began to glaze...slowly she was being controlled. The creature's voice softened and became "motherly."
"Are you not glad to see mother again darling?"
They were close now...eye to eye. Both were young and beautiful and any casual observer could never tell who was the child or of who the elder. Bellethiel kissed her daughter once on each cheek and then firmly on the lips. Her touch was cold.
Faeriel's eyes were glazed. She was now completely in a trance. "Yes...it..is good to see you again...Mother."
"That's my girl...yes I am your mother most dear. You know why I have come. To take you home with me at last."
"Home? To Silvermoon?"
"No...no... we will go home...to the North...where you will serve the King there as I now do."
"The...King?"
"Oh yes...the King of All...he who never sleeps...the Lich King. You will live forever and we will never be seperated again."
"Never...seperated."
"Never again."
Bellethiel reached out a clawed hand and caressed Faeriel's cheek. Then she slowly took her daughter by the throat and pulled her forward. Her mouth opened as she pressed her lips once again to her daughters mouth. She would now drain her life essence and drink it down. Faeriel would become Scourge.
They would be together forever.
***
The days were long on the Isle of Quel'Danas and Faeriel had spent many hours this day healing her friends and fellow blood elves as they returned from the lines of battle. She was weary, for the day had been exceptionally brutal as legion attacks ransacked the Shattered Sun forces. It had been all she could do to keep the soldiers fighting, but in the end no ground was lost. Now it was night and the night's here on the isle were long as well, especially night's like this that were unusually quiet. Faeriel had come to expect that the quiet was usually the promise of more horrors to come. On this night she would be right.
She spent a comfortable evening at the "inn" which for now was not much more than a large tent filled with tables and casks of various drink. Soldiers were all around her chatting about the days events. The Offensive was slowly making headway. For now at least they had a good foothold on the isle and were slowly driving back the Scourge and Legion forces that were running rampant. All in all, spirits were high.
Despite near exhaustion, she was feeling restless after dinner. Something in the air was wrong but she could not quite put her finger on what it was. She sat for awhile at a bench in a corner of the tent sipping a cup of mead, but it was doing little to settle her down. Perhaps, she thought, a walk under the night sky would serve to relax her. She would not stray far from the safe areas...only far enough to restore her own peace of mind.
Faeriel first became aware of eyes watching her upon departing the tent but she dismissed the feeling as being nothing. After all, there were many strange creatures now on the island, but the fortifications were holding for now. Guards were posted all around the camp and she would be safe enough. Slowly she wandered down to the dock area where several Blood Elf ships were now anchored. From there it would be just a few feet to the nearby beach. Listening to the sound of the waves and the surf would be enough to relax her. A cool breeeze blew in from the ocean and Faeriel felt the coolness on her face. All should be well...but something almost certainly was not.
The feeling of being watched came over her again, and her elvish senses began to heighten. Next there were soft footsteps in the sand, then a "sigh" of something unnatural. She was no longer alone, and she already knew who was now standing behind her.
"Hello Bellethiel." She stated in a matter-of-fact tone, never taking her eyes off of the ocean. "I knew you would come again one day."
"Hello Daughter dear." Came the raspy reply. The voice sent chills down the elf girls spine and caused her heart to weaken for it was the voice of her mother that called to her once again. "So you call me only by my formal name now? Will you no longer call me by the name "Mother?"
"You are not my mother..." Faeriel exclaimed calmly. She turned suddenly to face the creature that stood behind her. Bellethiel was now undead but she was still extremely beautiful. Eyes once green were now red like fire and stared into her daughter's very spirit.
Faeriel could feel the thing trying to touch her mind. She resisted as best she could. "You are NOT she who birthed me! You are only the creature who wears her form! My mother is dead. She died as a hero to the elven empire. A casualty of a war that should never have been fought."
"And yet you see me standing here before you now. Do your eyes deceive you daughter? Surely there can be life beyond death."
"No...there is not." She tried to look away but the eyes now held her. The creature was seducing her with its words and its mind reached out again. Faeriel weakened. The thing that was once her mother came closer....slowly closer.
"Why have you come again? We...banished you..."
"Only from the city my dear...the isle is not so protected. Don't you know I will never give up on taking you?"
"I..." Faeriel's mind began to glaze...slowly she was being controlled. The creature's voice softened and became "motherly."
"Are you not glad to see mother again darling?"
They were close now...eye to eye. Both were young and beautiful and any casual observer could never tell who was the child or of who the elder. Bellethiel kissed her daughter once on each cheek and then firmly on the lips. Her touch was cold.
Faeriel's eyes were glazed. She was now completely in a trance. "Yes...it..is good to see you again...Mother."
"That's my girl...yes I am your mother most dear. You know why I have come. To take you home with me at last."
"Home? To Silvermoon?"
"No...no... we will go home...to the North...where you will serve the King there as I now do."
"The...King?"
"Oh yes...the King of All...he who never sleeps...the Lich King. You will live forever and we will never be seperated again."
"Never...seperated."
"Never again."
Bellethiel reached out a clawed hand and caressed Faeriel's cheek. Then she slowly took her daughter by the throat and pulled her forward. Her mouth opened as she pressed her lips once again to her daughters mouth. She would now drain her life essence and drink it down. Faeriel would become Scourge.
They would be together forever.
***