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I Will Find You

Is this a dream? I hope it isn’t, will I wake up in Dalaran or Orgrimmar or the Chapel of Hope and if this is all just a wonderful dream? I would still bless the Light even then, for giving me these moments of bliss, but it’s real. My lips burn, my heart aches, and the only thing I want is to be in his embrace. Thank you so much aunty, I had so much doubt, but you put me on the path. I was holding on to so much guilt, but I feel like I can put it all down because if everything I went through was to lead to this moment I realize it hasn’t been a wasted life. I’m in prison though, but I don’t think I’ll be here for very long, I love him so much, but I know the news will be difficult to break. My aunty is so difficult to understand. She would speak in rhyme and riddle and what I would always think was nonsense. This thing I’ve been doing, how much my writing has changed, I think about how I may be more like her then I thought.

Have I gone insane, because I feel like I may be understanding what she feels like. That maybe there’s a beauty to insanity which is why she always smiled, and no one could understand why she would never frown at the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

I know she lead me on the path and for a few seconds there was no smile on her face when she said, ‘I’ll miss you.’

And it scares me now. After so much bliss why do I have this feeling of dread. Oh Anduin, please don’t go, please don’t die like my first love Oranio.

I hope Anduin brings a key next time, I couldn’t embrace him fully, and I think taking his purity would forsake his vows to the Light. I have to accept that he will save himself for his wedding night, and when the bells toll more with every hour the night will bring me my Anduin.

Anduin can’t marry a prisoner, a queen can’t-…

I’ve been sitting here for over an hour because it just occurred to me that I could be a queen. A queen of humans, but a queen none the less. No, humans aren’t that bad, they’re not bad at all. When I found Lucy I really wished I was born a human because I knew that humans truly appreciated the value of horses, it was mostly the reason why I was excited to come to Stormwind. My time at sea has made me truly appreciate the wellbeing and the combat prowess of a good ship. I could feel that Stromwind is like a brand-new glove I just fit into and it really is a wonderful kingdom. If I wasn’t an enemy I would fit right in with the people, but I wonder how long it could take to convince them of that. I hadn’t planned on walking the streets of Stormwind NOT in disguise. I would have liked to be known as a hero that saved the Alliance and not someone that married into power before I revealed what I was.

But I love Anduin so much, he’s so strong, brave, kind, and handsome. By the Light he is so handsome, those deep blue eyes, that wide upturned nose, those thick warm pink lips, and that thick jawline on that hairless baby face. I wonder what he would look like with his hair down? Also, his hands, I felt how strong they were when I kissed him the first time with his gloves on, but then he kissed me the second time I really felt his warmth in those hands. Oh, the thought of being in those arms at night, feeling that body under the covers, and that hair falling on the sides of my face. I wanted to embrace him so badly without these cursed bars in the way. I would take him for all that he’s worth with or without the royalty, but Anduin is royalty so I really need to accept that I need to be royalty as well.

I guess I’m just scared that his people won’t accept me, or he may change his mind if more people threaten to leave the Alliance. It really makes me think about Oranio’s plan to run away from it all, but I know Anduin cares about his Alliance and I will do anything to make the people like me if it means I can stay with him. Just please don’t let what happen to Oranio happen to Anduin. The thoughts of Oranio’s death keep flooding in my mind and I see Anduin falling the same way to Sylvanas.

No, he won’t die like that, maybe my aunty foresaw my death, maybe she knows that I would die to protect him, and I think I will. When I think about how wonderful my life could be with someone like Anduin, I don’t want to go back to my former life of doing the things I’ve been doing for years. The task, the elitist trash, and the aloof wannabes, the task, upon task of jobs of going here and there never meeting someone that will say more than a few sentences other then what’s on a job description. Then a big godlike entity shows up and threatens to destroy the world, it never ends, it seems.

It would be fun with Anduin though, could he even do that though? Maybe if he wore a cloak I can show him the life of an adventurer, go place to place, for toll and gold. Fighting about everyday awake, killing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths. It would be a nice vacation and an even more pleasant honeymoon. I know I complain a lot about the task, and quest, and jobs, but I really like doing it, but it’s just gotten to a point to where I want someone with me, someone that won’t leave when the quest is over and when I’m tired I want to have a place that feels like home.

If the Alliance and the Horde come together and peace is truly achieved I think we could deal with the next threat a lot more swiftly and that even means the entity my aunty worships, the drowned god N’Zoth the Corrupter. So maybe that’s what she meant when she said, ‘I’ll miss you.’, she predicts that he’s coming and at this point I can’t take what she said with a grain of salt. There may be a time I need to have a serious discussion with Anduin about this upcoming threat. So maybe that’s the reason for this whole thing, suddenly that little bit of land to raise horses doesn’t seem that important to me anymore. I feel like something bigger is coming because if N’Zoth comes we need to be ready for him and we need to stop all this stupid, destructive, infighting.

I miss him though. I wait for the bells to toll bringing the night, and the night bringing me my Anduin. Please bring a key this time or lead me someplace away from the prying eyes of the commoners. Let us walk the city streets hidden and free. He does seem to like my poetry a lot and the words have been just pouring out just of late. Seeing his heart melt like that just made me so happy. I could just sit on his lap and read stories from my book and just enjoy each other’s company, it’s something I really want to do with him. Then watch the sun rise over Westfall, and then head back and get some much-needed sleep, wasting so much of the day that the night will come to us sooner, so we could be secret lovers once more. I miss you so much.

I will miss you in the morning,

When all the world is new;

I know the day can bring no joy

Because it brings not you.

I will miss the well-love voice of you,

Your tender smile for me,

The charm of you, the joy of your

Unfailing sympathy.

The world is full of war it’s true,

But I could never be without you.

I will miss you at the noontide;

On the battlefield filled with pain

It seems but a desert now, I walk

Broken and bloodstained.

I miss your hand besides my own

The warm touch of your hand,

The quick gleam in the eye of you

So sure, to understand

The world is full of war it’s true,

But I could never be without you.

I will miss you in the evening, my king,

When daylight fades away;

I miss the sheltering arms of you

To rest me from the day,

I try to think I see you yet

Where my golden eyes will gleam

Weary at last, I sleep, and still

I miss you in my dreams.

This is for you my love.

(Perfectia rips out the poem and puts it in her pocket.)

A group of guards came to pick up Perfectia and put her in handcuffs in front of her as they lead her out of her cell. She saw her lion Kel’Magnus laying on his side and she called out his name, but he didn’t move.

“Come on, let’s go.” A guard pulled on her by the chain.

She looked inside and saw there were piles of meat in a bowl but Kel’Magnus was unresponsive, “Wait. His teeth aren’t strong enough to eat whole meat yet, he still needs milk.”

The chain was pulled harder and she was forced outside. The sun hurt her eyes, she was taken to a carriage, transferred over to Stormwind Keep, and came up the path and saw that the throne was empty, but Anduin’s smell was still there, and the flood of memories came back to her from the time they first met, “Where’s Anduin? Where is the king?” she asked.

No one was responsive.

Perfectia looked for the middle guard but was unsure if he was there or not, “Shables, where’s Thomas Shables.” She asked

“Melfina?” Shables asked as he came from her right and stopped.

“You know this blood elf.” One of the standing guards asked.

“I… “Shables looked over at his fellow guardsmen’s and looked at her, “He’s gone.” He said, as he put his head down.

“Come on.” One of the prison guards pulled on her chain and took her to the tower stairs behind the throne. There was a whole new floor above the keep and Perfectia was taken to a room with a well-dressed black suited gnome, he stood in front of a canvas with a glass monocle in his eye, “Oh, so you’re my subject today. Well I’ve always wanted to paint some the people from the enemy factions and this one is quite lovely to boot.” His voice seeming high pitched and raspy.

“Thank you, gnome.” Perfectia said and nodded her head.

“It’s Kirkland actually.” He stated.

Perfectia bowed her head slightly, “Yes of course, Kirkland.”

The guard removed her handcuffs and they stood by the door. “If you try to escape we will cut you down, regardless of how ‘lovely’ you are.” He looked at the gnome. “You damn blood elves give me the creeps.” He said under his breath as he walked away.

Perfectia rolled her eyes toward the guard and looked at the gnome and smiled.

The gnome Kirkland smiled and gestured over to the room divider and Perfectia walked toward it. There was a dress there and she held it up. It was mostly white with lighter shades of blue coming across. There were also strings of crystals lining the sides and a small piece of hanging cloth down the middle. It was heavier and longer then it looked, almost like a wedding gown. Perfectia pictured it dragging on the ground as she walked around, and she turned it about, “How do I get into one of these things?” She asked.

“Nurses!” Kirkland said loudly and clapped his hands.

Four somewhat elderly maid looking women, showed up in the room, and nearly tackled Perfectia as they tried to take off her clothes. “HEY!” Perfectia shouted.

“Let them work.” Kirkland ordered her.

They were surprisingly rough, they moved about Perfectia’s body pitching areas of her skin as they took off her clothing, and trying to take areas of her hair, but one of them gasped as they saw the necklace that was around her neck. They all stopped and looked at it and Perfectia held the necklace in her hand and covered the picture. “Did our king give that to you?” One of them asked.

Perfectia was hesitant as she looked into the maid’s eyes, but she nodded.

The maid smiled at Perfectia, “We’re so sorry. We were trying to get this done as fast as we could, but we’ll give you our best work now.”

Perfectia smiled and nodded, “Thank you.” She said.

Much more calmly then before, they helped her into the dress, zipped it up from the back, and Perfectia kept the necklace in front of her for all eyes to see. The nurses took their time and Kirkland became impatient, “This is only going to be from the chest up, you girls don’t have to do her nails, you know.” He said.

“Let us work.” One of them said to him.

The dress Perfectia wore was lovely as she wore it and sat on a both elegant and comfortable chair that kept her upright. The nurses did her makeup, put on some long white gloves, embroidered her hair in shining white gems, and gave her matching white gem earrings. Then slicked back her short hair and secured it with a large wing shaped hairpin.

“There, finally!” Kirkland shouted, “Now try not to move Perfectia.” He said.

Kirkland put on some strange looking engineer glasses and made small pokes with his brush as he looked back and forth. “What color do you want your eyes?” He asked.

“What color are they?” Perfectia asked.

“Green.” Kirkland stated, “I was told they were golden and I was really looking forward to using this paint.” He stated

Perfectia sighed, looked around seeming disappointed, “Make them gold then, I’ve been away from the sun for too long, and it’s how Anduin remembered meeting me.”

He nodded and smiled. He made small dips with the brush poking it continuously in the same area, looking back and forth, Perfectia subconsciously smiled as he made eye contact with the gnome, “Try not to smile, or you’re going to have to hold the pose for the whole painting.” Kirkland stated.

Perfectia nodded, “Sorry.”

Perfectia stood still and thought back on her times in Silvermoon as a child and how her mother was the epitome of elegance and grace. How she walked, how she talked, and how she sat, and Perfectia just let herself get lost in thought, entertained by the idea of what her life could have been like if Arthas never attacked her home that day. Perfectia would be moving with the same grace she would, she might have even mastered the ways of the Arcane as a mage or been a Priest of the Light. It was a far-off thought, but it kept her entertained none that less, and kept her from moving as she pictured how proud her mother was and how amazing her heritage was. The music, the dances, the food, the wildlife, and parties. She was a child the whole time, but she did watch from afar, entranced by the level of grace and elegance her people once were. That pride of once better times had kept her going throughout the years and she imagined that it was like that too for her people as well.

“Okay and done.” Kirkland stated. “Thank you, you are quite the model.”

Perfectia came out of her daydream and looked at him, “May I see it?”

Kirkland smiled and nodded his head and gestured toward the painting. He took off his monocle and handed it to her. The image was small, small enough to fit into Anduin’s compass and she put on the monocle and took a closer look. It was beautiful, and she hadn’t even looked in the mirror once since the nurses started dressing her up, “Is that really me?” Perfectia asked.

The gnome lifted his hand toward a mirror, smiled and nodded.

Perfectia looked and couldn’t believe what she saw, she lifted her dress and quickly shuffled over to it. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped as she saw herself in a light she never seen before, she looked at herself and blinked several times as she watched her eyes change from green to gold again. “That’s….” she said in disbelief. She looked at the sides of her face moving her head.

“Do you like it?” One of the nurses asked.

Perfectia put her hands over her face and nose looked over at the nurse and nodded her head.

The nurse rushed over with a rag, “No, don’t cry, don’t cry. You’ll spread your make up.” She said as she batted parts of her eyes to keep the tears from falling, “Those golden eyes really are lovely.”

Perfectia nodded trying to regain some composure, “Thank you.” She said as she looked down at herself.

“Okay were done!” Kirkland said as he spoke to the guards.

Three of them came in and gasp as they saw her. Perfectia looked at them and looked down at herself, “Yes…” one of the guardsmen said in shock, “We need you to change into your older clothes and we’ll take you back.” He said as kindly as he could.

Perfectia curtsied with her dress and bowed her head and the three guards returned less graceful bows with their hands at their sides.

Perfectia changed into the old gear, but left her makeup and hairpin in her head, walked out of Stormwind Keep, and got on the carriage going back to the Stockades. “About what I said earlier.” The prison guard said, “I’m sorry. You do look quite lovely.”

Perfectia looked down and nodded her head, but she looked at the prison guards eyes, “Where’s Anduin?” She asked.

The prison guard sighed, “He’s on his way to siege the gates of Lordaeron.”

Perfectia looked down breathing fast, as she recalled painful memories, shaking her head, “Will he meet Sylvanas there?” she asked.

The prison guard shrugged, “Most likely.”

Perfectia looked down, “I need to go.” He looked at the guard, “Please, let me go.”

The prison guard sighed and rolled his eyes, “He’ll return, and if he doesn’t we still need to keep you in the Stockades until your trial.”

Perfectia looked away and shook her head. Then looked at the guard, “I don’t want to hurt you.” She said.

The prison guard laughed and shrugged, “You won’t, your still in chains my lady, whether you stole the kings heart or not we need to keep you here until he returns.”

“If he returns?” Perfectia stated and he looked at the guard.

The guard looked at her up and down, “I guess you better hope that he does.” He said.

Perfectia rolled her eyes and shrugged, “I have to protect him, I’m done with hoping things will work out.” She looked at him and said.

A few minutes later they came to the Stockades and Perfectia was held on by the hands. She tilted her head to the side, grabbed the hairpin behind her head, changed it into the Corrupted Ashbringer, and hit the guard in the face with the cross-guard of it. She slammed his head into the floor with her hands bonded knocking him out.

There were still two guards left and Perfectia’s hands were bonded. She plunged the Corrupted Ashbringer into the ground and cutting the binding of her hands and pointing the sword at them both. “Keys.” She said.

Perfectia noticed one of the guard’s breathed in deeply and she rushed in and bashed him across the face with the blunt side of the Corrupted Ashbringer knocking him out. She lifted her sword high in the air and saw the guard raise his shield up as he looked at the sword. She kicked him in the groin while he was distracted making him heave over and followed through with her attack bashing him on the back of his helmet.

Perfectia unsummoned the Corrupted Ashbringer and took the keys off the guards and walked down to the Stockades to get her things and her lion Kel’Magnus. She reached down and Kel’Magnus was warm and barely breathing. She touched the sides of the lion’s legs and felt his ribs on the side of his body and he was so skinny, “No.” Perfectia held him in his arms, “What did they do to you?” she said as she picked him up. Perfectia expected herself to start crying, but the glow in her eyes in that dark room changed. One of her eyes had changed glowing blue, “Kill them all.” A voice in her head spoke.

“No,” Perfectia shook her head, “We have to help Kel’Magnus first.” She said out loud. Perfectia looked up at the image of Unperfect showing up in front of her. It was her mirror image, but she still had long hair and Perfectia walked through her and walked outside.

“Protecto.” She whispered, “Protecto where are you?” she called out quietly. There was no sign of him, Perfectia looked around and saw that the guards she knocked out were starting to get up again. With her lion in both of her hands she couldn’t fight. Perfectia put both her fingers in her mouth and whistled as loud as she could. That got the attention of other guards in the area, but it also got the attention of her dragon Protecto and she heard him roar from far away. One of the guards nearby came over to her, “A blood elf!” He shouted and came down with his sword on her. Perfectia attempted to kick the guard in the chest but only made contact with his shield and he pushed her backwards on the ground with her lion in her arms. Perfectia felt dread as the guard was following through with another attack, she couldn’t think of what to do, her lion was in her arms, so she just held him tightly as the guardsmen came down with his sword.

The Corrupted Ashbringer was summoned but Perfectia didn’t have it in her hands. Perfectia looked up at the image of Unperfect as she was holding the sword in her hand blocking the attack and pushed the guard backwards. The guardsmen looked about the sword. He couldn’t see Unperfect, just a floating Corrupted Ashbringer in the air, “A Death Knight?” the guardsmen said in disbelief. “A DEATH KNIGHT!!” The guardsmen shouted.

Protecto finally showed up and so did more guards. Protecto breathed magical fire on the guards that were there and they flitch backward as they felt his flames.

“Protecto!” Perfectia shouted, “Change into an elf and give me my garrison hearthstone.” She ordered.

Protecto let out another breath of fire on the guards and in a cloud of black smoke Protecto was a blood elf paladin. He tossed the hearthstone to her and cast a protection spell on her, so she could use it uninterrupted. Perfectia lined her fingers across the stone and started casting the teleport spell.

Protecto cast another protection spell on himself and started using a regular hearthstone. The guards attack them both relentlessly, “Bring a mage!” one of the guards shouted, but it was too late.

“I’ll see you later, Perfectia.” Protecto said and he was using his hearthstone.

Perfectia smiled at him as she casted her own spell, “Thank you.”

Perfectia traveled through the great blue and was in Draenor for the first time in a very long time.

“Commander?” An orc in black armor looked at her curiously.

Perfectia smiled at him and nodded her head at the orc, “Hi Zog, I told you you don’t have to call me that anymore, it’s just Perfectia please.”

Warmaster Zog nodded his head, “Of course, Perfectia.” He looked at what she was holding in her arms, “That lion doesn’t look very good.”

Perfectia grunted out a sarcastic laugh, “Stormwind Stockade hospitality.” She said sarcastically. “I trust Levitius has been able to take over my duties while I’ve been gone.” Perfectia asked, “I really need his help.”

Warmaster Zog pointed outward, “He’s by the forge and by the way…” he stopped for a second, “You look lovely.”

Perfectia smiled, looked down, and back at him, “Stormwind hospitality, thank you.” She nodded and said.

Warmaster Zog looked at Perfectia inquisitively and watched her leave.

Perfectia walked outside and saw the green orc tinkering away at his next gadget. He talked like an ogre, but he was extremely talented in the ways of engineering. He was also an experienced beast master hunter which is why Perfectia came the Draenor in the first place.

Levitius saw her approaching and saw what was in her arms. Dropped all his metal tools and ran up to her, “What happened?!” he said as he took the cub away from her.

Perfectia had a guilty look on her face, “I couldn’t take him off his mother’s milk yet, and the people in the Stockades were just giving him meat.”

Levitius put his finger in his mouth, “He’s dehydrated too.” Levitius carried him over to the mount stables. “I have a Clefthoof that’s should still be nursing, but he needs something to chew on if his teeth are going to develop.”

“Is he going to make it?” I asked.

Levitius laugh, “He be fine. Rehydration is easy fix, but he’s too young to be hunter pet, and it will take some work before he’s combat ready. Who gave him to you?”

Perfectia thought back and didn’t want to say it outright that it was Anduin Wrynn, “Someone very special to me, I guess he thought I could raise him until he was old enough to be combat ready.”

Levitius looked at her inquisitively, “This is the kind of gift you give to a lover, has an orc chosen you as his mate?”

“No,” Perfectia answered quickly, but turned red at the thought, “but… if he wasn’t an orc, is it still a lover’s gift?”

Levitius looked up and thought, “The way I see it, yes.”

Perfectia smiled gleefully, opened her arms, and hugged Levitius, “Please take care of him.” She asked.

Levitius hugged her back, “I will and I’m happy for you, whoever he is.” Levitius lightly pushed her away, “Someone been looking for you for the past week now.”

Perfectia shrugged and shook her head, “Who?”

Levitius thought back and tried to recall, “He didn’t give me a name and he looked odd, undead, I think. He walked upright. Also, kind of smartass. He’s in Wor’gol if you wanna go meet him. He seemed a little too secretive for me to trust so I sent him there. The Frost Wolf Clan seem to trust him though.”

Perfectia thought back and wondered what she had to lose, it wasn’t that far away. “I’ll head over there then.”

“Be careful.” Levitius warned.

Perfectia took the flight path and started asking around if there was someone looking for her and she saw a black figure with two thin swords on his cloak, with white hair, and elf ears sitting by the fire. She approached him slowly trying to make out where she had seen him, “Are you?”

He turned his head slightly, “Hey Perfectia.” She looked over at him as he looked at her with glowing red eyes, “You’ve grown so much.”

Perfectia put her hands over her face and tears were falling down her face, “Lirath?”

He nodded his head, stood up with ease, smiled, and she hugged him, “I missed you so much.” She said

Lirath held her, “I missed you too. You look so lovely.”

Perfectia cried in his shoulder, “I broke my vows to you, I’m so sorry.”

Lirath continued to hold her, “It’s okay. I’m so sorry I made you carry that burden for so long.”

Perfectia reached in her bag and pulled out her diary, “I’ve been writing. I’ve written so much, I could tell you so many stories and I’m in love.”

Lirath smiled at her, “I’m so happy for you.”

“I can protect you now, Lirath.” Perfectia claimed, “I am so much stronger now. So much stronger then any of those rangers on that plantation we first met, no one is going to hurt you I promise.”

Lirath laughed slightly and thought back, “I left those people a long time ago, they were so inhumane.”

Perfectia looked Lirath up and down, “But your walking without a cane.”

Lirath nodded, “I’ve traveled a bit. The naruu restored my body in Outland, I made friends with Darion Mograine, he taught me how to use my powers again, and I haven’t needed help staying in exile, but I missed you so much.” He pointed at Farseer Drak’Thar, “He told me I should wait here for you. He knew that you broke your vows and found me.”

Perfectia thought back to the last time she saw him, “You didn’t try to speak to me when I was about to tell Salvanas?”

Lirath sighed, “You were about to break your vows and she was going to kill you, at best she would have let you die from fever, I’m so sorry Perfectia. I wasn’t ready for her to know, not yet anyways.”

Perfectia thought back, “I told Vereesa…”

Lirath nodded and smiled, “And I’m glad that you did.”

Perfectia looked away and thought back, “Alleria knows as well…”

Lirath looked down, nodded, then looked at Perfectia, “I will be coming forward soon, if there’s anything these Frost Wolves have taught me since I’ve been here on Draenor it’s the importance of family.”

I smiled and shrugged, “I can protect you you know, you don’t have to be afraid, I have the power of the Mograine soul. I can summon the Ashbringer at will, if the reasons are virtuous.”

Lirath smiled, thought back, and shook his head. “It doesn’t always come out when you want to though does it?”

Perfectia sighed, “It’s complicated. My arm also starts going numb if I use it to much.”

“I can take care of myself.” Lirath said.

Perfectia looked at him questionably, “How have you managed to stay in exile for so long. I’m sure someone has recognized you or at least seen you.”

Lirath thought back, “I’ve made some friends, and there have been people that have tried to hunt me that needed to die, and then there are the curious passing by.”

Perfectia looked at him somewhat disturbed, “You don’t kill every person that steps in your direction, do you?”

Lirath laughed, “No, there are more complex rune spells that Darion didn’t teach to any of his Death Knights. Spells that influence minds, it was how I was able to speak to you. I can even temporally make someone do or say something that they wouldn’t normally do.”

Perfectia looked at him confused, “That doesn’t seem right.”

Lirath nodded, “I never said it was, but I told Darion my intensions and he trusted me enough to teach me these techniques and I don’t plan on betraying that.”

Perfectia looked at him confused. “So, you can read minds?” Perfectia asked

Lirath shrugged, “If there’s information I’m looking for. I’ve been mind battling Farseer Drak’Thar for the past few-”

“Puppies!” Farseer Drak’Thar shouted.

Lirath looked over at Farseer Drak’Thar suddenly, “No, that did not count!” He shouted.

Farseer Drak’Thar laughed, “Oh, I knew I was going to win when she showed up.”

Lirath sighed and shook his head, “What was yours?” Lirath asked.

“Charcoal.” He answered.

Lirath looked up and thought, “I kept thinking embers or flares.”

Farseer Drak’Thar walked over to Lirath, “Come on, hand it over.”

Lirath handed Farseer Drak’Thar a large piece of leather with the word ‘puppies’ on it and showed Lirath a stone with the word ‘charcoal’ on it. “I’m going to sleep, better luck next time elf. Next time pick something that not in the campsite.” Farseer Drak’Thar stated.

Lirath moved his hair backwards in frustration, “Yeah, he’s good. We’ve been at it since last night.”

Perfectia looked at him confused, “Was that like 20 questions?”

Lirath shook his head, “Not really… I was my turn to guess a word, but if he would have gotten it wrong he would have lost. There are wraiths, ghost, and spirits that can hear what you’re thinking and some that can even speak to you, but if you stop thinking about that thing, well, they just hang out and maybe give you some clues.”

Perfectia shrugged, “So when I asked you if you could read minds, you slipped.”

Lirath nodded, “Basically. It’s actually a lot of fun, looks strange to everyone else though.”

Perfectia shrugged nervously, “So are you basically a Death Knight now?”

Lirath shrugged, thought back, and shook his head, “I wouldn’t consider myself one, it’s kind of a style I made up combining traits from Darion and the Windrunner ranger school, I’ve even made my own rune spells, but it’s mostly swordplay and tools of the ranger trade.”

Perfectia looked at Lirath’s shoulder, “Why two swords on the same shoulder? I can’t imagine you can dual wield like that.”

Lirath smiled and laughed slightly, “One for killing and one for dancing.” He said sarcastically.

Perfectia looked at him confused.

Lirath sighed, “That was a joke. I use one for killing, one for training. The one I use for training is heavier and if I find myself in a sticky situation I’ll use it, but I don’t see people, so I pick up a random one I find and use it for day to day killing for animals and what not.”

Perfectia tilted her head at him and half smiled, “You didn’t seem to have a sense of humor when I met you.”

Lirath shrugged and shook his head, “Well it’s kind of hard to develop one when everyone agrees with what you say.” He thought back, “Darion was so dark, but never self-loathing. He didn’t tolerate it not once. When people tried to rain sob stories on him, me myself included, he would just roll his eyes and shrug. I found that humor was the only way to get under his skin.”

“Like how?” Perfectia asked.

“My father always taught me that speed and finesse would beat out strength and savagery, but in the case of the orcs I was wrong, dead wrong. But I’ve had time to practice.” Lirath explained.

Perfectia laughed slightly, “Dark.”

Lirath nodded, “Thanks. Not funny though, right?”

Perfectia looked him in the eye’s, “Are you reading my mind?”

Lirath nodded and smiled, “Your face, it’s called cold reading. I don’t know how Farseer Drak’Thar can do it so well since he’s blind.”

Perfectia looked away, thought back, and looked at Lirath in the eye’s, “You know, Vereesa taught me how to hunt like a ranger. Is that what you do?”

Lirath shook his head, “It’s not that either.” Lirath shrugged, “Listen, I don’t need your protection, but I feel like I need to come forward soon, but I’m scared, admittedly.”

Perfectia looked down, “Sylvanas might try to kill you if you won’t partner with her ambition. Alleria’s void power is dangerous. I’m afraid she is not as in control of it as she thinks, and Vereesa will put her children first if she thinks you’re potentially dangerous.”

Lirath smiled a look of shock, “I have nieces or nephews?”

Perfectia smiled gleefully, “Yes, three nephews. Twin boys from Vereesa and one boy from Alleria that’s already grown up.”

Lirath looked away regretfully, “I want to come home… It’s been so lonely all these years, and I’ve already missed so much, but I’m still scared.”

Perfectia hugged him, “It will take some work, but I think it will be worth it. I understand if you’re scared, I would be too.”

Lirath nodded and looked into Perfectia’s eyes, “Promise me that if something happens to me, and my sisters, you’ll send us with your blessings. I don’t want to see that void again. For me and my sister Sylvanas, I know she doesn’t deserve to suffer that, so I don’t have to be afraid anymore?”

Perfectia nodded, “By the Light I hold so dear, I make this vow to you Lirath. Even if I must wait in purgatory for eternity, I will show you and your sisters to the Light.”

Perfectia’s eyes glowed so bright that Lirath had to cover his face to block the light. Golden runes showed up on Perfectia’s body and she floated in the air for a few seconds. Golden wings sprouted behind her back and she slowly came back down to the ground with her new-found strength again.

Perfectia looked at her arms and saw and felt the Light go into her veins again, “Lirath.” Perfectia called.

“Yes?” Lirath asked curiously.

“Do you have anything to eat?” Perfectia asked.

Lirath looked around and saw that there was a crate of apples. He went to it picked up an apple and threw it at her.

Perfectia took a bite of it and looked around as the colors danced around her eyes as she smiled, “I’m back.” She said.

Warmaster Zog came from the flight path and ran up to Perfectia, “Commander, um, I mean Perfectia. The Alliance have begun to lay siege on Brill, it won’t last long until they’re on the gates of Lordaeron. They need you, if you take portals you should be able to get there on time.”

Perfectia looked at Lirath, “I have to go, Anduin needs me.”

“What?!” Zog and Lirath said at the same time with looks of shock on their face.

Perfectia looked at them both, “You heard me.” She said.

“Good luck, Perfectia Dawnlight.” Lirath said to her.

Perfectia got on the flight path headed to Ashren, “I will find you, my love.” She said to herself several times as she flew.

(Poem is an adaptation of ‘Miss You’ by Anonymous)

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My Love Poet

“You know where my brother is. Tell me where he is.” Alleria demanded as she looked into Perfectia Dawnlight’s cell in the Stockades.

Perfectia looked at her from the other side, holding on to her legs while she was in the bed of her cell. She was angry, sad, and heartbroken, but she knew she couldn’t summon the Ashbringer from those emotions alone, else she would have escaped. It had to come from a desire to protect something that wasn’t herself or to right an injustice, she and the spirit of Alexandros Mograine had to agree with it, even though they couldn’t speak to each other directly. “Where’s my lion? Where is Kel’Magnus?” She asked.

Alleria half smiled, “We tried giving him back to his mother, but he just kept coming back here. Don’t worry the guards are taking good care of him, I’m a little impressed that he bonded with you so quickly.”

Perfectia nodded.

Alleria took a deep breath, “But back to my question; where’s my brother?”

Perfectia looked away, “I don’t know.”

Alleria looked at her questionably, “Do you know how High Elves get information from enemy prisoners?”

Perfectia recalled the Parkingsons chapter in her book and shrugged, “Acupuncture needles with various nerve poisons, if I remember correctly.” She answered.

Alleria was surprised that she knew that, but smiled at her, “So you are familiar, but, do you know, with my power, that I can do so much worst to you Blood Elf?” she asked. “If you tell me where my brother is, I’ll help you escape.”

Perfectia didn’t respond and just kept staring forward, “I can’t go home,” she said, “and I told you I don’t know where he is.” She said blankly.

Alleria rolled her eyes, “Why’d did my sister help you?”

Perfectia gave her an angry look but didn’t say anything.

“Take pride in those golden eye’s you have? They are bright. You know I don’t remember seeing you in Argus once.” Alleria looked at her suspiciously.

Perfectia shook her head and shrugged, “I’ve never been to Argus. They been they been changing back and forth since I was a child.”

Alleria looked at her slightly confused, “That means...” She shook her head, “…Bullshit.” She said and looked at Perfectia.

Perfectia looked at her slightly confused and raised one eyebrow at her. “Okay.” She said and looked at Alleria.

Alleria was shaking her head like it was hurting and Perfectia looked at her suspiciously, “You should really write what he is saying down. Ignoring him won’t make him go away.” Perfectia suggested.

“SHUT UP!” Alleria screamed.

Perfectia smiled slightly, “Me or him?”

Alleria laughed, “Regardless of your ‘Light Forged’ eyes, I can shoot you from a mile away in the dark.”

Perfectia shook her head and smiled, “Shoot all you want, I’ll still find you, a mile away, and these glowing eye’s will be the last thing you both see. If makes you feel any better, you’re not the only one sharing a room for one.” She stated. “My roommates a lot quieter than yours is though.”

Alleria looked at her disturbingly, “He’s right, you’re an abomination, a sick freak, a failed science project, putting you down would be an act of mercy.” Alleria shook her head, “TELL ME WHERE LIRATH IS!!” She yelled and slammed the bars with her hand.

Perfectia looked at her blankly, “Who’s in control, you or him, because it sounds like you’re losing Alleria Windrunner.”

Alleria laughed to herself, “Keep that up.” She shook her head, “You stole a kiss from Anduin, it might have actually been his first, by law you should be executed tomorrow morning.” Alleria leaned against the cell bars and put her hands inside, “You know when I was being exiled from Silvermoon, I couldn’t help but notice these elf like creatures littered about the island.”

Perfectia shrugged, “What of it?”

Alleria smiled, “Wretched I think they were called, and I think with the help of my Void Elves I can remove every trace of arcane energy from your body to speed up the process.” She laughed at her, “Do you think Anduin will let you kiss him again when your teeth and hair are gone, and there will be no way to identify your gender?”

Perfectia got up, rushed the bars, punched through them, and let out a roar as her attack missed when Alleria backed away. Perfectia looked her enraged and breathed like a caged animal through her teeth.

Alleria reached into a bag holding Perfectia’s things, pulled a book from it, and showed it to her, “Open it.”

Perfectia looked at her and the book she would write in and shook her head no.

Alleria flipped around the book feeling the weight if it, “My family seal is all over this thing, but I can’t open it, I’ve tried everything actually. If there’s some information I could use, then you might be able to leave.”

Perfectia rolled her eyes, walked back to her bed, and sat down, “I didn’t have any plans on leaving,” She said and leaned back resting her head on her hands, “I told you I can’t go home. I won’t go home. I’ll cut off my ears and eyebrows and masquerade as a human if I have too.”

Alleria looked at her questionably, “Do you really think that will make him love you?” She asked.

Perfectia laughed, “I don’t think I can make him do anything, but I can let him know how I feel. I loved someone else before and I never got to tell him. I won’t be making that mistake again, even if I am a Wretched.”

Alleria looked away, shook her head and laughed slightly, “Well, we’ll see.” She stated and walked away.

Anduin tried the best he could to find a way to keep the four pieces of paper that Tyrande Whisperwind had ripped up. He flew back to his living courters in the towers above Stormwind Keep and passed by Genn Greymane in human form, “Is everything okay my King?” He asked.

Anduin shook his head, no, “That Night Elf,” Anduin started. “the one that spoke out in the emissary meeting, I met with her just now.”

Genn nodded his head, “Yes, I remember her.”

Anduin sighed, “It turns out she wasn’t what she appeared to be, she was Sin'Dorei, a blood elf, and she was arrested.”

Genn smiled and laughed to himself, “Good, she probably had plans on betraying you, she probably should have kept her mouth shut during that meeting though. She really did make quite a scene.”

Anduin looked at him blankly.

“Is everything okay my king? You seem a bit shaken up.” Genn asked.

Anduin forced himself to smile, “Yes, everything is fine. Nothing else out of the ordinary. I’m going to bed.”

Anduin changed out of his armor, into some darker clothes with a hood, and came down to his throne room. He saw the guards that were working the nightshift and said, “I’m looking for the middle guard that works the morning shift, can you tell me where he lives?” He asked.

The guard nodded, “Yeah, Thomas Shables, let me show you on the map where he lives.” And led him to the books the guards kept their logs and showed Anduin on the map where he was. “Don’t tell anyone I was here please.” He asked.

The guard nodded, “Of course your highness, we are sworn to secrecy.” The guard handed him a silver whistle. “Take my horse, no one will recognize you as you walk the streets.”

Anduin took the whistle, “Thank you.” He said and walked outside cloaked.

He rode to the house in the pitch of night and found the house that was on the map and knocked on the door with his head down and a large grizzled man came out the door. “Are you Thomas Shables?” he asked.

“Yes?” He asked questionably.

Anduin lifted his head and showed him who he was.

“Your highness.” He said shocked.

“I’m sorry to bother you.” Anduin said. He frowned has he recalled the night, “I didn’t know who else to go to.”

Thomas looked at him sympathetically, “Come in. Jezebel!” he called, as he let in Anduin and closed the door behind him, “We have guest could you heat up some of that mushroom soup you made?”

Anduin shook his head, “No, you don’t have to…”

“No, no,” Thomas insisted, “I know you don’t feel hungry, but I think you should eat.”

Anduin nodded, “Thank you, you have a lovely home.” And sat down in there dining room kitchen that took up all the bottom floor.

Jazebel came walking down the stairs, “Who would be coming here at this- “but was interrupted as she gasped as she saw the King sitting in her kitchen. “You’re Highness.” She said in shock.

“Jazebel, our guest.” Thomas said.

She smiled, bowed her head, lit a match, and started the flame. A few minutes later she prepared a bowl of creamy mushroom soup with some hard, stove toasted bread for the king.

“Thank you it smells delicious.” Anduin said.

Anduin took a sip and the salt and cream landed on his tongue and warmed him as it went down his throat, “Thank you, this is really good.” Anduin took a piece of hard buttered bread and dipped it into the soup and took another bite.

“I’m sorry, there was only enough for one more bowl.” Jazebel apologized.

Anduin looked at her, “No, it’s lovely thank you.”

“So how did things go with Melfina?” Thomas asked.

Anduin sighed, “Not good.” He said and scarfed down the bowl of mushroom soup lifting the bowl and cleaned the sides of the bowl with the piece of toast he was given and ate that too.

Thomas smiled as he watched him eat and finish, “Feel better?” he asked.

Anduin nodded and smiled, “A little.”

“So, what happen?” Thomas asked.

Anduin took a deep breath, “She wasn’t what she appeared to be. She was one of our enemies, a blood elf, and she was disguise as a Night Elf and they arrested her.”

Thomas thought back, “Okay, but she doesn’t seem like the spy type, and how long was she here until she was caught?”

Anduin thought back and shrugged, “A little bit over 24 hours, I suppose.”

Thomas grunted out a laugh. “That’s not strong spy material if you ask me. She would never make it as a MI:7 agent.”

Anduin looked at him questionably, “So you don’t think she had plans to kill me or lead me into a trap?” he asked.

Thomas thought back, “That could have been her intentions at first, but…”

Anduin interrupted, “Then why would Veressa bring her to me.” He asked.

“Who?” Thomas wondered.

Anduin smiled and remembered, “Oh right, she’s a friend of mine, and the leader of the Silver Covenant.”

Thomas nodded and looked at him questionably, “Do you think this Vereesa person, would she try to kill you?” He asked.

Anduin shook his head, “No, she has always been loyal to the Alliance.”

Thomas shrugged, and half smiled, “Then that must mean they must be friends, and Melfina had no intentions of killing you.” He stated.

Anduin sighed, “She must have been trying to atone for what she had done. By joining the Alliance and trying to stop Sylvanas.”

Thomas nodded, “I agree, but then she fell in love with you in the process and made some really stupid decisions.”

Anduin put his spoon on the table, lowered his head and started crying, “She didn’t do anything wrong…” Anduin started sobbing in his hand trying to cover his face. Thomas put his hand on his back, “and I let her rot in the Stockades.” Anduin took some deep breaths, “She kissed me, and they took her away.”

“Who?” Thomas asked.

Anduin took some deep breaths, “Alleria Windrunner and Tyrande Whisperwind, they recognized her voice. She must have been there when Alleria nearly corrupted the Sunwell, she told me the truth when Alleria tried to give me half information about what happened there. Also, she must have been there during the burning of Teldrassil, but she gave me water that came from the Well of Eternity, so it would be possible to plant another world tree.”

Thomas nodded, “Yeah that sounds like someone who’s trying to atone for what they’ve done, but how do you feel about her.”

Anduin looked at him and looked away and thought back, “I’ve never met someone that would risk so much for so little in return, those words she wrote are just as beautiful as she is. She’s of noble blood but it’s of my enemy, she’s a blood elf.” He explained and shrugged.

Thomas sat on the other side of him and looked him in the eyes, folding his hands under his chin, “Just asking, but what do you think would happen if you two got married?” he asked.

Anduin looked at him for a few seconds, looked away blankly, and shook his head. A member of the Horde married into the Alliance, all the leaders of the Horde were men, except Sylvanas. The thought has crossed his mind when he was a boy when Sylvanas was a lot less tyrannical so that was impossible now. Would other members of the Horde join the fray against Sylvanas. Dawnstar Village had been a ruin for over 20 years, but it could be restored and the rest of Silvermoon should fall into place. The void Elves would still need to stay away from there, but if she was a respected member of the Horde she could speak to the other leaders. There could actually be peace, just the way Melfina explained it before, but Anduin wondered did he actually love her?

Anduin looked at the four pieces of paper that were in his pocket and saw Melfina’s sweet words. He remembered what she said about him, that she understood that he didn’t feel the same way she did, but she was more kind then he was and had risked so much. She had risked everything, and she was paying the price for her crimes. “I like the idea.” Anduin said finally. “There could be peace, it would seem.”

“So, how do you feel about her?” Thomas asked again.

Anduin took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them, “I’d like to see her.” He said.

Thomas lifted his head and gestured his eyes toward the door. “Go.”

Anduin smiled and nodded, “Thank you.” And left the house.

Anduin showed up to the imprisoned female Blood Elf, “What’s your name? Your real name I mean.” he asked.

The imprisoned blood elf looked at him surprised and there were tears of joy glistening in her eyes as she smiled, “Perfectia. Perfectia Dawnlight of Dawnstar Village, daughter of Kel’Donas Dawnlight.” She claimed.

Anduin smiled, “Spoken like nobility. They haven’t miss treated you, have they?”

Perfectia sighed and thought back, “Yes, I think Alleria has some terrible plans for me, and worst of all, they’ve kept me away from you.” She smiled jokingly.

Anduin laughed, but got serious, “I don’t… “ He paused and shrugged slightly, “I don’t know what to do right now.” He said bewildered.

Perfectia looked at him sympathetically, “What does your heart tell you?” Perfectia asked.

Anduin looked at her, “That you’re wonderful, beautiful, but you’re my enemy and…” He looked away, “I don’t know what to do with that.” He stated.

Perfectia nodded and acknowledged that, “I’m not your enemy, please believe me when I say that. You should always listen to your heart, it can get you in trouble sometimes, but sometimes listening with your heart and not your head can lead you to some remarkable places.”

Anduin smiled and nodded, “I want this to be over, this war has been going on since I was a boy, and I never thought it could be over until I started thinking about you.” Anduin laughed, “So I think you’re right. You told me those words by the emissary and I thought you were so naively optimistic because I always thought that the Horde will always want a war, but here you were, a member of the Horde, trying to do the right thing, even though it was so stupidly risky.”

Perfectia looked at him, “I met you, just following my heart I suppose.” She said, “So, it was worth the risk. I’ve always been a writer, but I became a poet because of you. These words, they just keep coming and I had to share them with you.”

“Share them with me then.” Anduin asked.

“Share with you what?” Perfectia wondered.

“Your words.”

Perfectia laughed, “You have to give me some paper Anduin. They took away my diary.”

Anduin looked around and saw a book laying next the cell, “Is this it?” he held it out to her.

Perfectia looked confused, “Odd, I thought Alleria took it.”

“So, she was here.” Anduin wondered.

Perfectia nodded.

“Did she say she was going to hurt you?” Anduin asked.

Perfectia looked away, looked at him, and nodded her head.

Anduin lips twitched in anger and he clench his teeth. “She won’t.” he said.

Perfectia stood up and put up her hand to him, “Don’t hurt her please. That look you just had, it’s a recipe for disaster, even with the best intentions you will always regret the outcome.” She explained.

Anduin took a deep breath, “I promise I won’t hurt her, but she will stay away from these Stockades while you’re here.” Anduin put Perfectia Dawnlight’s diary through the bars and she walked up to grab it but with his free hand he grabbed Perfectia by the arm pulled her toward him and kissed her between the bars. Perfectia put her arms around his head and kiss him back.

Anduin looked in her eyes like she had before, “It seemed only fair that I steal a kiss from you, since you stole one from me.” He claimed

Perfectia laughed, “But I’m a prisoner, that makes you a criminal now.” She said jokingly.

Anduin laughed, “I guess it does. I’d share cell with you.” Anduin thought back. “Tyrande tore up your poem, I’m sorry that I didn’t take it.”

Perfectia laughed, “Don’t be, I would have run if you did.”

“What did it mean?” Anduin asked.

Perfectia thought back as she tried to recount the words, “It means that...” She smiled and was a little embarrassed, “I means that I love you, and… “She looked away and shrugged slightly, “I’m afraid you might not feel the same way, I’m afraid that you’ll reject me.” She looked up at him.

Anduin smiled at her, sat down, and leaned his back against the bars, and lightly tugged on Perfectia’s arm to bring her down to his level, “Then stop being afraid. You’ve stolen my heart.”

Perfectia smiled, and tears fell down her face as she leaned toward him through the bars, and they kissed again. “I think I might have some words I’d like to share with you Anduin.” She claimed.

Anduin nodded, “Please.”

Perfectia took a deep breath and recited what she had prepared for this moment, “

Stay with me, with my heart and rest

Your hearts keeper is the happiest.

For hearts that wander they know not where

Are full of trouble and full of care

To stay with me is best.

Weary, homesick, and distressed,

They wander east, they wander west,

Are baffled and beaten and blown about

By the winds of wilderness of doubt

To stay with me is best.

Then stay with me, my king, and rest;

The bird is safest in the nest;

Over all that flutter their wings and fly

But a hawk is hovering in the sky;

So, stay with me and rest.

“

Anduin nodded, “Beautiful.” He looked around and wiped his nose, “How did you just do that?” he asked.

“How did I just do what?” Perfectia asked.

Anduin looked at her, “You made these Stockades a place I never want to leave. My Love Poet.” Anduin reached in his pocket and pulled out a compass, “I want you to have this.”

Perfectia shook her head, “Anduin, no.”

Anduin pushed it to her, “Please.”

She took it and opened it up and there was a picture of Anduin before he started wearing armor. He was a priest then and was in a dark blue outfit. “Can I keep the picture?” she asked

Anduin smiled and nodded, “Yes, as a matter of fact I’ll find an artist to put a picture of you inside for myself.”

They heard the sound of loud bells from outside, “It’s almost morning.” Anduin said. Perfectia took out the picture and placed it on a troll gem she had since she was a child and put it around her neck. “I have to go.” He looked down at the necklace that was around Perfectia’s neck as he stood up. Anduin kissed Perfectia one more time through the bars, “I love you.” She said.

Anduin smiled, “I love you too.” He said, and he rushed out.

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I’m Sorry

I woke up before the sun came up because I knew Anduin wouldn’t start his kingly duties before nine. I woke up and Kel’Magnus had defecated on the floor, but I wasn’t mad, not even a little. I wasn’t mad because… I do the same thing too. Not on the floor I mean, you see I promised myself while I was working for the Alliance that I wouldn’t take in any arcane energy and just eat food to keep myself nurtured, but that meant defecating on my clothes or sheets or something. For the most part I’ve always been to control that part of myself my flexing most of the time, even when I ran, and I would time the hour when I needed to relieve myself, but when I’m asleep, I have to relax and that meant… accidents. But also, I smeared a lot of my purple make up on those very sheets so when I was cleaning up the mess that Kel’Magnus made on the floor, I told the innkeeper that it was his fault. He was able to cover me from the mess I made and the make up with that on my sheets.

I cleaned myself with some wet rags and soap and I reapplied my makeup. I gave the soiled sheets to the innkeeper and she yelled at me that I need to house break that lion as he followed me. Also, that I wouldn’t be allowed to bring him to the Inn.

I asked where I could, and she suggested the Lion’s Pride Inn outside of Stormwind. They like lions and they had a laundry service because it was so close to the lake.

That did seem nice, but I needed a high level of privacy with closed doors and I was willing to pay extra if they could provide a little extra service. They said, “No, we won’t clean up after your pet.”

I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes, and gave her a blank look, “It wasn’t him.” I confessed.

“What?” The innkeeper gave me a look of shock and smiled.

“I said, it wasn’t him.” I repeated.

The innkeeper busted out a laugh, “You know it didn’t smell like it came from an animal.”

I grunted out a sound of anger, “Oh, I am so glad you think this is so funny, but I need a level of privacy while I’m here, not just a bed.”

The innkeeper regained some composer and nodded his head, “Of course, but I won’t clean shit. But if privacy is more important the next time you come over I’ll have a barrel of hot water prepared for you and you can clean up your own mess.”

I sighed and missed arcane magic so much, but if this was going to be a regular thing, I needed to get used to it. “I’d like that very much, thank you. I trust you won’t say this to anyone, will you?”

The innkeeper shook her head, “No, you’re good.”

It was a little past six in the morning when I came to Stormwind Keep, being a guard myself for so long at the Silver Covenant I figured that shifts were between 6 am and 2 pm and there that guard was again, doing his backwards walk up that hill and didn’t even acknowledge that I was watching him and went to the room to the left. “Pretty sweet moves you got there.” I said to him.

He shrugged, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I walked next to him, “How did you do that?” I asked.

He just blankly looked forward, “Patrol? I walk around a few times then write in my book, ‘Nothing to report.’ Unless there is something. “

“Will you write something about me?” I asked.

He looked over at me for a second and back to his slow walking, “Maybe, if you keep asking me questions. I can have you arrested if I feel you’re trying to distract me from my duties.”

So, I walked next to him for a little while and with great discipline he patrolled the Keep and in about five minutes of walking around we came on the area of the entrance. I saw him smile and shake his head and gracefully and smoothly did his backwards walk up the hill on Stormwind Keeps halls.

I gasped and held my breath the whole time he was walking backwards. I jumped and clapped my hands when he started moving to the left, “Oh my gosh that so amazing that you can do that.”

I could see he was blushing through his helmet, “Thank you.” He said finally.

“You seem like the most interesting guard I’ve ever seen.” I told him.

He shook his head, “Thank you, but I’m married.”

I smiled at him, “Well I’m sure your wife is very impressed and lucky to have you.”

He smiled, thought back, and looked at me as he walked, “What’s your name?” He asked.

I looked away, “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to tell you.”

He looked at me questionably, “Is there a problem, I could take you to my superiors if someone is bothering you.”

I shook my head, “No it’s not a legal thing, it’s just.” I held out a piece of paper.

“I can’t take that.” He said blankly.

I looked at him sadly, “Why not?”

He sighed and shook his head, “Because it will look like your giving me a bribe.”

I shook my head, “It’s not a bribe, I wanted you to give this to King Anduin when he got to his throne.”

He looked at me through his helmet and I met his eyes there. They were a brown, over a grizzled unkept face that seemed like it missed a few days with a razor. He was trying to see if I was being genuine and I smiled slightly but if turned back into a frown as I looked away. My heart sank at the thought of rejection and I thought I might need to figure something else out, “I’m sorry I bothered you.” I said and started walking away.

“Wait.” He said as my back was turned.

I darted back to him as he tried to catch up with his patrol. He sighed and shook his head, “Listen, I have ten of these laps I have to do, and it’s usually really lonely. I usually only get a few doubletakes for my moonwalk, but you’re the first person that seemed impressed.” He shrugged, “If you keep me company for a little while I’ll take your letter, but I won’t make any promises from there.”

I gasped, smiled, and opened up my arms but, he held out his hands in defense, “No hugs please.”

I nodded, “Sorry.” I said, put my hand on the back of my head, and I laughed at myself.

So, I walked with him on his patrol, he asked me what it said, and I told him that he would have to read it. He told me his name was Thomas Shables and it turned out that his shift needed to be done in a timely manner. There were grandfather clocks he had to look at to know when and where he needed to be, to speed up or slow down. His book needed to be made after fifteen patrols and he would be able to sit down and write for fifteen minutes. He could talk, but not if the king was there or he might be heard by him. It didn’t seem very nice, they expected them to act like machines.

“You understand why we can’t be friends with our king right?” Shables asked me.

I shook my head sadly, “He seems so kind, like he could be friends with anyone.” I stated.

Shables smiled and tilted his head, “He is kind and he could be friends with us,” He said, “but if he tried to protect us then we wouldn’t be very good guards.”

I sighed at the thought, but I understood. He sat down at his table and wrote in his book ‘Nothing to report’ and held out his hand. I put my poem in his hand. He looked at the words and then back at me, he frowned and put it down, “It’s beautiful.” He said and looked up at me. “But what do you think he’ll say?”

I shook my head, “I just want him to know that someone feels this way about him.”

He looked forward and nodded, “Would you mind if I made a copy for my wife?”

I smiled and shook my head, “No, please do.”

He pulled a piece of paper from the bottom of his books and start copying and I saw him change the last words ‘never’ to ‘always’. “You have a gift, Night Elf. I’ll make sure he gets it, but I don’t know how he’ll respond.” He looked over at the clock, “It’s almost nine he should be entering his throne room soon. If you were hoping for secrecy you should leave.”

I smiled and bowed slightly, “Thank you.”

I saw him smile through his helmet, “You’re welcome.”

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The King of Stormwind Anduin Wrynn sat on his throne ready to brief the arriving soldiers and adventures of the coming events. He was somewhat half asleep but mentally prepared for the day, when the middle patrolling guard got closer to him then he had ever done in years. It surprised him for the last time guards got this close to him, they changed into dragons and tried to kill him as a boy. “Yes, guardsmen?” He asked.

The guardsmen pulled a piece of paper from his belt and held it out to his king, “It seems you have an admirer.” He said.

The king read it slightly out loud at the first line, looked back at the guard, back at the writing, and smiled slightly, but then frowned, “It’s beautiful.” He looked at the guardsmen, “Who wrote this?”

The guardsmen sighed, “She told me not to say and she didn’t give me her name, but it was a Night Elf.”

Anduin thought back and folded the paper in his hands, “Odd.”

The guardsmen was surprised, “Is it? You are at that age Anduin, I would think that women would throw themselves at you by now.”

Anduin let out a sigh, “When I was fourteen I got a lot of attention from girls but when I became a Priest they had to stop. Also, I would never think that a Night Elf would have these types of feelings for me.” He stated.

“Why not?” The guardsmen asked.

Anduin thought back, “Because the Alliance failed their people, I failed their people, these types of feelings shouldn’t be surfacing with their kind.”

The guardsmen looked at him inquisitively, “I think you’re too hard on yourself, it wasn’t your fault.”

Anduin put the paper in his pocket and looked at him, “Tell me guardsmen, when you saw this woman was it for the first time?”

He thought back, “It was the second time actually.”

Anduin let out a sigh and shook his head, “I think I know who it was.” He held his nose with his fingers.

“If I could be so bold.” The guardsmen stated, “She seems like a really sweet girl, could you just let her down easy, please.”

Anduin looked at his guard blankly, “You spoke to her.”

The guard nodded and smiled, “For a while actually.”

“And what was your take on her?” Anduin asked.

The guard smiled as he recalled the Night Elf, “Other than her obviously...” He said with a slight blush trying to think of a word.

Anduin smiled slightly and interrupted, “Yes, other than that.”

The guard breathed in and thought back, “A little bit over the top. To be honest it seemed like she would start crying at any moment, but extremely genuine and sweet. She could make any man happy, really.”

Anduin sighed and thought back, “Then this is going to make this that much harder.” He looked at his guardsman, “Take the day to dress down into some lighter clothes and find Melfina, when you do. Tell her that I’ll meet her in Lion’s Rest after my duties are over.”

The guard shrugged, “Wouldn’t it be better if you got some MI:7 agents to track her down?”

Anduin nodded, “It would, but you know her. She is a Night Elf hunter walking around with a small baby lion cub, I think people will remember her.”

The guard saluted and left for his new duties.

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(Perfectia Dawnlight’s Writing)

So, there I was soaking in a half barrel of somewhat hot water watching the oily purple make up come off my body as I bathed. I had gotten Kel’Magnus to eat a little bit of raw meat once I crushed it with a blacksmith hammer but for the most part he only wanted to drink milk from a bottle again. I mixed a little bit of blood from the raw meat into the milk, so he would get a taste for it, but I don’t know anything about taking care of these kinds of pets, I’m not really a hunter, but he’s alive, and he seems happy and playful. He likes it when I brush him, he wasn’t big on me trying to bathe him, but I give him a lot of love and cleaned up the mess he made on the rug, again. It’s fine, he did defecate while we were outside though, but I haven’t even taken him outside Stormwind yet. It’s just, he’s still a baby, I seen the way hunters use their pets and yes Kel’Magnus will get there soon, but he’s not there now. He only has those four big fanged teeth that I can see when he yawns, and those cute little claws couldn’t tear through much right now. I’ve been counting out my gold and I’m going to start running out of money in the next week or two, so I may have to take some jobs soon. I guess I should be find on my own, I don’t like the idea of caging him in one of the stables, he’s been following me around like a shadow and it’s a really nice feeling.

I heard a loud knock on my door in the Inn. “Melfina? Hey it’s Shables, the, ah, moonwalking guard.”

I got up from my bath water and put a towel around my body, “Oh, hi, how are you?”

“I’m good, my wife really liked the poem, thank you.” He said.

“Oh, you’re welcome, but how did you know my name and how did you find me?” I asked.

“Yeah about that, can I come in?” He asked.

“Naked. (and a blood elf)” I said out loud and I thought to myself.

“Right, I guess I’ll be brief then. He wants to meet with you tonight at Lion’s Rest.”

A surge of excitement came over me and I slammed myself against the door and put my ear next to it, “What did he say?” I asked quickly, “Did he like what I wrote? He wasn’t mad, was he?”

“No, no, no, it’s just. He said it was beautiful but…”

“I wrote him another poem, you know.” I said excited, “Could you bring it to him?” I ran to where I wrote it and brought it to the door.

I heard him let out a deep sigh on other side of the door, “Melfina listen. Please don’t get your hopes up, you know it was so brave of you to say things like that, but he’s the King and…” The sting of rejection hit me hard in my chest and it felt like an arrow was there, I was crying but was trying to hold it in, “Oh please don’t do that.” He said sympathetically.

I slide my poem under the door, “I’m sorry,” I said, “can you bring this to him please?” I asked, my voice was distorted from my stuffed nose.

I felt him push it back, “Maybe you should give it to him yourself.” He claimed.

I sat down and leaned my back against the door, “Can I read it to you, please?”

I heard him sit down on the ground on the other side of the door, “Sure go ahead.” He said.

I regained some composer and read. “

Love is a word too often profaned

For me to profane it

A feeling too falsely disdained

For you to disdain it

A hope to much like despair

For prudence to smother,

And pity from you, my king.

Then that from another.

I can give you what many call love,

But wilt if it is not caught

To worship the hearts left above

The Light, you reject me not.

My desire for your eyes, my star

Of night for the morrow,

From devotion to something afar

From the heart of my sorrow.

I’m sorry it’s so short. I only had a little bit of time to write it.” I said.

I heard that he was crying a little bit on the other side, “No, it’s fine. I hope things turn out good for you. Anduin would be idiot to reject you.” I heard him take a deep breath and stand up, “I have to go, I wish you the best of luck.”

(Perfectia Dawnlight is writing to herself while waiting at Lion’s Rest.)

So, I put on my makeup and tried to flesh out tones that would make me look good, but I need to be purple. I would read a book about how to apply makeup, but I couldn’t do that over the purple makeup that was on my face. I had to be a Night Elf first and foremost. No one had really given me a second glance since I was walking around like this but there were small details that didn’t really match up with the other Night Elves I saw. Most of them had leaner faces then mine and had more sharper curves then I did, and their breast were bigger than mine, but like Vereesa said, “Flat as a three-day mug of dwarven ale.” I was more pear shaped then most of my blood elf companions. I think if someone were to stick me next to a Night Elf and really look at us both you would start to see differences. I did do that bounce thing I see them do from time to time, but it was only to break in my shoes, but I did give people that side look I would give people sometimes when they would say something stupid or offensive. I’m really trying to stop doing that.

I wished I had a dress, gosh it would be so easy if I was a mage like my mother. I would have tons of dresses and me being a hunter now I haven’t really been out to do shopping for new outfits since my money was running low. I left my midsection exposed and painted on darker shades to emphasize the muscles on my stomach and even though I’m a bit flat chested, my hips were wider than most elves. So tight pants, I kind of wanted to go with shorts but if I walked or sat down, the body paint might come off and people would notice, and I wouldn’t. So here I sit on a bench under a tree and I haven’t felt hungry, tired, or thirsty, but I don’t want to take to brushing Lucy or Kel’Magnus’s coat even though I do like to do that when I’m nervous. I focus on something to say because I know Anduin has plans on rejecting me. I’m glad Shables was able to break the news to me, I would be an emotional wreck if I did get my hopes up and Anduin told me to leave him alone or he didn’t want to see me again.

Maybe he just doesn’t like elves, I mean I can’t hold that against him, if he wanted to be with another human or dwarf or even an orc, it would be because that’s what he wants. I sigh at the thought, but I can’t force him to feel the way I do.

I just need him to take the letter and read it. Shables was in tears when he heard what I wrote, and I just need him to read it and then I’ll run. I don’t want to hear his answer, why didn’t Shables just take the poem. Anduin knew it was me, but he doesn’t know what I am. He gave me this lion and filled my heart with so much joy, no one has ever given me something so wonderful, so thoughtful, and close to their own personal feelings. A cub from the womb of his sacred lioness, is it greedy of me to want to take all of him. He is so handsome too, strong, wise, and kind, and yet humble with a childlike innocence. I know he’s a king, he’s the king of my enemy and I shouldn’t feel this way, how could this happen? My only love sprung from my only hate. Too early seen unknown and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy.

Oh, I’m talking like my aunt again, curse you aunt Telavani.

Anduin, Anduin, Anduin, the sun hasn’t gone down yet. Why did you have to be born in this city? I knew who you were and what you were, but there something about you that reminds me of home, why couldn’t we be born in that home. It seems like we want the same thing, but my cheeks blush and my lips burn at the thought of you. Do you really have to be Alliance? Do I really have to be Horde? Throw it all on the fire and we can burn together. What is Alliance, what is Horde? It isn’t hand, or foot, or arm, or face, or any other part belonging to a man.

Can we call ourselves something else? The United, the Gathering, the Peacekeepers, or just ‘us’? Oh, Anduin would, were he not Anduin called. He would retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title.

I need to think of something to say. The sun will go down, soon he’ll be here.

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The king came when his duties were finished in Stormwind Keep and the emissary. The sun was down but the last of its light had not gone out completely and there sat the Night Elf on a bench under a tree writing in her book. “Melfina?” he called.

She looked at him nervously but joyfully as she bit her lower lip slighly, “Anduin.” She said with a nervous smile.

Anduin looked away and smiled, “How are you?” He asked and looked at her.

Melfina smiled and nodded, and then stood up. She closed her book, locked it, pulled a piece of paper that was protruding out of the pages, walked to him, and held it out to him.

Anduin stepped forward was about to take it but he put his hand back on his side and shook his head, “I can’t take that.” He looked away.

Melfina had a strong look of disappointment on her face, “But…”

Anduin looked at her face and frowned, “I’m sorry.”

Melfina held the letter in front of her chest with both hands, “You…” She looked away and shrugged slightly, “You, don’t like elves?” She asked.

Anduin smiled and shook his head, “You’re beautiful, almost as beautiful as your writing, if not equal to, but I can’t…”

“Is it because you’re a Priest or a Paladin, you took vows of celibacy?” Melfina interrupted and asked.

Anduin looked down, smiled, and nodded, “Yes, but there are exceptions, but that’s not the reason. I’m a king and my duties are to my people and my kingdom, I must marry into noble blood. You understand right?” He looked at her.

Melfina frowned, looked away, and nodded her head.

“But I thank you for your kind words.” And he began to walk away.

“Anduin!” She shouted.

He turned around and raised his eyebrows.

“I am, I am of noble blood.” Melfina claimed, “I know what it’s like to marry into power or to be arranged in a marriage, my relatives that did never seemed happy from what I remember. My mother was nobility, but my father was a slave, and they did seem happy.” She looked away, laughed slightly, and thought back, “At one point I could have married into royalty myself if I wanted to.” She explained.

Anduin stepped forward and looked at her inquisitively, “Is that what you’re trying to do now?”

“No.” Melfina answered quickly and held up her hands, “It’s just…” She looked away and thought back, “…No one has been so kind to me.” She looked at him, “I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen when I first met you, and then you stood up to everyone in the emissary, and we both want the same thing I think, peace, not vengeance.” Melfina looked away, put her hand over her mouth, and started crying, “and then you gave me Kel’Magnus.” Melfina looked at him, “I’ve never experienced such kindness and yet, it just seemed so common for you, so I understand why you don’t feel the same way I do.”

“Melfina.” He said as he walked forward.

She held out the piece of paper. “Please.” She said.

Anduin sighed and shook his head, but remembered there first meeting, “You said you were nobility, I believe you, when I tried to shake your hand you seemed insistent on making me bow, but from where?”

Melfina looked up at him, there was a look of optimism in Anduin’s face, “Dawnstar Village, my family-built boats and trained navy.”

Andiun thought back, “Maybe my geography is off but isn’t that on the Isle of Quel Danas? Vereesa told me you were from Mount Hyjal.” he claimed.

Melfina didn’t say anything to him, just looked blankly and then around trying to think of something to say.

“I’m unfamiliar with Mount Hyjal, but if you’re from Dawnstar Village then that would mean you’re a High Elf,” Anduin claimed, “but then why would you…”

Melfina put her hand on her chest, looked down, and shook her head, “I’m sorry.” She said and looked up at him.

Anduin looked at her concerningly, “Sorry for what?” he asked.

Melfina shook her head and started to back away, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this again.”

Melfina ran away up the stairs but as she entered the tunnel there were a large group of people on top of the stairs. She sees a group of Night Elves and Alleria the leader of the Void Elves were waiting for her. Melfina was splashed with cold water and Alleria roughly swipe a rag over her face, dripping purple makeup off her face. Tyrande Whisperwind stepped up from behind the elves that had arrows drawn, “I thought there was something familiar about your voice.” She said as she grabbed the painted elf and held her by the throat, “Thought you could masquerade as one of my kind after what you did!?” She demanded.

Alleria came up behind Perfectia, paint dripping from her face and bonded her hands behind her and removed the paper from her hands, “Look what I found.” She said. As she took the paper from her hands.

“Give me that.” Tyrande ordered and took the paper from Alleria.

Anduin came up the stairs, “What’s going on, what are you doing, she hasn’t done anything wrong!” he shouted.

Alleria grabbed Melfina by the hair and pulled her up, “Take a closer look Anduin.”

He looked at her as tears were falling down her eyes. Her tan skin was revealed as the purple makeup was smeared off. “She was going to…” Anduin said upset.

“Lead you into a trap? Most likely.” Tyrande interrupted. She opened the paper and read the words. Looked at Anduin disgusted and then her, “No.” She looked back at Anduin and shook her head.

Tyrande looked at Anduin with rage in her eyes, crumpled the note in her hand and she clinched her teeth, “NO, this won’t happen! This will never happen!” She yelled an inch away from Anduin’s face, “This woman helped the Banshee Queen burn down Teldrassil and nearly killed my husband!” She looked over at the Blood Elf, “Do you deny it!?”

Perfectia looked away and shook her head, “No.” She said softly and looked at Tyrande.

Anduin stepped forward, “I am still your king, and I am ordering you…”

“Go ahead.” Tyrande got an inch away from his face, “Order me boy, it will be the last time you ever do. Your people have already failed us and maybe it would be better if we weren’t part of your Alliance anymore, I think Alleria would agree as well don’t you?”

Alleria smiled and nodded.

Anduin looked at the blood elf regretfully in her eyes and silently breathed out the words ‘I’m sorry’, put his head down, and shook his head, “Take her to the Stockades.” He said regretfully out loud.

Perfectia pushed Alleria with her shoulder, with her hands behind her back she rushed Anduin and pressed her lips on his. Anduin held on to her face giving her more support, he laced his hands between her ears and hair. Then, ever so deliberately, she dipped her tongue between his lips, she lowered her head, brushed her mouth against his, and she removed herself from his lips and looked into his eyes, as Anduin still held on to the side of her face. “Get away from him.” Tyrande ordered as she pushed her on the floor. She was roughly taken away by Night Elf guards and Anduin was left in shock.

“We attack, soon.” Tyrande said, “You have our support, but make preparations for our attack on Lordaeron as quickly as possible.” Tyrande ripped up the paper in front of Anduin’s face and threw it outward.

Anduin put his fingers on his lips as he waited for Tyrande and her Night Elves to leave, grabbed the four pieces that were in the park, put them together, and read. A single tear fell down his face as he finished reading the short poem. “It’s beautiful.” He said to himself.

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