The morning air was crisp as dew settled on the recently cut, green grass of the farm. Birds chirped their morning call up in the thick trees, and the chickens, still miraculously alive, were pecking at their morning breakfast of seeds, with the sun just barely rising behind them in its orange glory. Their cow, Delila, was casually munching on the grass while not a few paces away, Lunri was in a flurry of motion. White cloth adorned her hands, and the rest of her body was in loose, leather pants and a tank top. Her soaked body moved fluidly as her blood stained hands hammered away at the wooden post, âthwapthwapthwapthwapâ. First all the way down the post, hitting each target, then down, in quick succession. Her clothes clung to her slim form in plastered on sweat as her breath came in a ragged, fast pace. In through the nose, out through the mouth. She could rest when she collapsed.
Lunri could not meditate and connect with her chi, but she could still practice. She was determined to not be weak again, to bring herself back to where she used to be. What Valicos had done to her, was in a way, a gift. She would emerge stronger than she had ever been. Afterall, what doesn't kill you, will only make you stronger in the end.
Only now, she had to wear wigs, and her horns were carved with odd runes of a shadow nature, that glowed with a blackish purple. Across her lower abdomen was a pink, jagged scar, from one  hip bone to the other, and voices berated her non stop for hours. At first she thought it was from the emotional trauma, but now weeks later she would hear her mother, father, Aadrika, or Oz. Sometimes even Epilvik or Rhuua. There was a few instances she swore she heard a child laughing from the untouched nursery. She had no idea why these things plagued her as if the flashbacks were not enough, but there they were.
After hours of the repetitive training, her body gave out beneath her and she collapsed to the ground. Her limbs and hooves felt light, as if her body had gone numb to save her the muscle soreness she would later suffer with. She laid there on her back, looking at the sun rise, as the muddy ground soaked her clothes. As her bodyâs temperature regulated itself, a bone deep chill settled over, pushing her to go inside the house. A deep throated groan escaped at the thought of moving, but she crunched her abs to sit up and tried to stand on her hooves, only to find herself face first in the mud. âThis fucking nether blasted rain!â Hands and hooves marched through the mud as Lunri crawled home on all fours.
The warmth of the house enveloped her as the door creaked open, and a sigh escaped between her black lips. With great effort, she crawled to her makeshift bed in front of the fire place and laid there, waiting for her body to grace her with the sweet sensation of pain. Pain kept the voices away, and kept her mind empty, able to think. She had tried meditating yesterday after her workout, but the pain was not enough to allow her the clarity only meditating could bring. In order to connect to, and recenter her chi, she needed to meditate. As long as TeâAmun did not find out she was a weakling again, all would be well for the mean time. She could keep this up, right? Â She just needed to fake it until she made it.
A bone thin hand reached over to grab paper and quill with a sudden desire to see her parents again. They had always known what to do, but they were gone. They had been gone for quite some time, but she still ached for them.
Dear mother and father,
Itâs me, Lunri. I donât know where Aadrika ran off to, but I am here in the Eastern Kingdoms, alone. Itâs a nice place, but nothing like the beauty Draenor held. Youâll be glad to here I did make a few friends, and I was even engaged. Some recent tragedies happened, though, and now I am alone again. I miss you terribly, and I wish you were here to guide me in these troubled times. You both always knew what to do, and right now I feel so lost. Osgoth, my fiancee, ran off. His brother hurt me, and it put Oz into a blood filled rage.
I hope you can forgive me for not being strong enough to save you both. I hope the pain wasnât too terrible or too long. I hope it ended quickly, despite the screams I heard as I ran. Please understand why I ran. I couldnât save you, and now I canât save myself.
Your loving daughter,
Lunri.
Sobs wracked her slim shoulders as she curled up around the letter, clenched tightly in her hand. She rocked back and forth, whimpering, wishing they were here for her. That Oz was here for her. The screams they had emitted when being attacked played over and over in her head, making her feel insane. âShutupshutupshutup!!!!â She screamed and screamed, trying to drown out the noise until her throat felt raw, and darkness enclosed on her exhausted body.
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Lunri was wandering the halls of the Exodar after completing her promotional ceremony, looking for Rhuua and Epilvik, when she happened upon one of them. A sigh of relief escaped from between her lips as her hooves clopped over towards him. He appeared to be daydreaming, and didnât notice her until she loomed over his sitting form. âHmmm, oh Lunri, yes what is it? Do you need me for something?â The distress was apparent on her face, enough for Epilvik to take noticed despite her scantly shrouded face.
A stray hand would play with her tendril in a rare show of nervousness before she conjured the confidence to speak. âI think I need your help. I would prefer to have both Rhuua and yours opinion, but time is of the essence.â
Epilvik nodded his head in response, his eyes taking note of her concern. âOf course, we can always try and reach Rhuua as well if we need further counsel, but we are as always ready and willing to aid you. What has occurred?â
Lunri took a deep breath in an attempt to compose herself before retrieving a well worn letter from her pocket. âThe other day, I received this letter in the mail, and I donât know what to make of it. Keeping my emotions in check about it has proved⌠nill.â Without another word, she would simply shove the letter against his massive form, increasing worry creasing her features.
She watched as Epilvik looked down to the letter, noting itâs crumpled and ruffled look that shown it had been poured over several times. âWho is the letter from? What does it concern? After all, sometimes emotions are necessary to provide the response required for a situation. They provide the basis for how we approach a situation,â he responded as he unfurled the letter to read its contents.
Dearest Lunri,
I really enjoyed the evening we spent together and the month we spent bonding. I hope there are no hard feelings. I figure itâs gone on long enough that you believe Oz has left you, I have already used that enough against him. Plus, now that you know that heâs in my⌠care, I would love to see the efforts youâll put together to save your precious love. This is more fun than I thought it would be, the both of you are quite entertaining. You should hear his screams, theyâre heartwarming. The way he calls out to you, as if you could hear his pleas, even after heâs seen that you have given up on him. Anyway, I must wrap this up, as I have a brother to torture some more. His is turning out to be so much more fun than yours, by the way.
Hugs and kisses
Yours truly,
Valicos.
Epilviksâs facial features grew more and more furious, a snarl slowly growing over his face, as he read what was written. The tendons in his neck became more pronounced as his jaw muscles tightened. âValicos. So he is alive. They both are,â Epilvik said quietly, seemingly more for his own benefit than anything. âI can see why this conflicts you, and if you want my advice, I say we hunt down this Valicos and bring to him all he deserves; the flames of the Naaru should consume him.â He eventually told her. âWhat he has done is unforgivable, and he must pay for his crimes. You should be the deliverance of justice.â He carefully handed the letter back to her. âBut the real question is this, do we have any idea where it came from, where Valicos is, and where he might be hiding?â He asked her.
Her shoulders slumped in defeat as the questions exited his mouth. âI do not. The only person who would know where Valicos is, is Oz. He would always shut down when I asked him about  his twin. Part of me is afraid this letter is made to make my emotions rise and lash out without thought, and thus end up in a trap. The other side⌠is scared for Oz. I may never forgive him for leaving me in my time of need, but I do still love him dearly. I wouldnât want anyone at the hands of Valicos like I was.â In another rare show of emotion, a tear would slip down the contours of her still gaunt face. âIâm torn, Epilvik. What if itâs a trap?â
The male Draenei pursed his lips for a moment at the idea, not having considered that, however with the egging it could well be. âHmmm, it is not impossible that it is a trap. Either Valicos is so supremely over confident and full of himself that he doesnât believe another can find him, or it is a trap, that is true. However, one way or another, on of our people and someone sorely dear to your heart is trapped and imprisoned by pure evil. That cannot be allowed to stand.â Epilvik responded to her. âIf it is a trap, we will face it together. We will progress through and overcome the trails and tribulations and any obstacle before us. We will succeed if we are called to it, and you will have both Rhuua and I on your team. We will win because our cause is righteous, and good,â he promised her reassuringly. â Albeit without a hint of where to look, it will be difficult. None of my operatives have made any mention.â
Lunri nodded and paid apt attention to his well of knowlege, feeling his words guide her into the right direction. âYou are right. I knew coming to you would be correct. I will find him, and when I do, I will come to you. I will have my revenge.â Feeling confident again, she squared her body and clasped her hands in front of her. âThank you for your counsel, Epilvik.â
The large Draenei reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. âAnd when you do, we will answer. We will be there, and you shall strike that blow that you so richly deserve to. You are welcome Lunri, I am glad to have brought you some confidence, and some direction.â
Lunri waved as she turned tail and left. âI will see you around.â For the first time in a long time, hope filled her. Deep down she felt if she could exact her revenge, to kill the man who had ruined her, she could gain back her powers. She would be able to channel her Chi again.
(Adapted from an in-game RP with @epilvik. Who I cannot tag)
It was Lunri's first mission with the Draenei of Te'Amun. Their hooves echoing in tbe cavernous waste of Krokuul Hovel. Or as some nicknamed it, Krokuul Hotel. A smirk sneaked onto her face at the thought.
Their mission was to aid in the retaking of the crashed ship, the Xenedar, and safely procure X'era. If the enemy got their hands on the Naaru... A shiver slipped down her spine as a feeling of unease crept over her. No, that could not be allowed to happen.
At her left side, was her fiancee Osgoth, who had joined Te'Amun with her. On her right was the Justicar himself, Epilvik with a stoic Lightwarden Rhuua right by him. Since the day she had joined the order, became on of these people, she had felt renewed hope and a sense of belonging. Together, they would vanquish these intruding demons and reclaim their home. It had been a long time coming.
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The ship was just in sight now, a pile of bloody twitching demons left in their wake as they made haste. Osgoth was back to back with her, he eliminating the closer opponents and she eliminating the farther ones with chi powered lightning. Should any dare come to close, they were met with swift pummels from her hand blades or a swipe at the knees with her tail blade. She was soaked in demonic ichor, both black and red blood alike. Brain matter coated her leather armour, and entrails could be seen along the valley floor. Wild animals would have a mighty feast tonight.
For what seemed like hours, it went on like this. Until -finally they came upon the Army of the Light guarding the Xenedar in a vain attempt to keep X'era safe. Renewed vigour filled everyone to the brim as they worked together to clear the swarm. Before more could come, male draenei were dispatched inside to help the Lightforged retrieve X'era. Te'Amun held the lines for them, fatigue beginning to set in. Finally, the party emerged, and they were quickly beemed back up into the Genedar. They had really done it.
As everyone was safely beemed back inside, hugs and slaps on the back were exchanged with victorious smiles engulfing everyone's faces. Lunri felt proud to have come with her Order. To feel like she had helped to make a difference in their long fight against the Legion.
The cool summer breeze of Pandaria cascaded around Lunri as she meditated on the roof of a large building. The feeling of being up so high in the atmosphere aided her in remaining balanced. To meditate, one needed to achieve balance in their chi. The better your control on your balance, the stronger your chi. Despite her instructors requests, she meditated anytime she was not busy. A deep determination had been embedded in her the day her parents died. She would become strong.Â
If she could escape any more interruptions, she hoped to arrive at the brewery for some tea. The pandarians preferred their brew, but Lunri had always been partial to the benefits of tea. She had tried and tried again to sway them from brew to tea, but alas... It was a lost cause.Â
The mediation, plus the tea later, was much needed today of all days. She had not slept well the previous night, and to boot today had been her one year exams. Her body ached all over from it despite the slight numbing meditation brought to her. Chamomile tea to loosen the muscles, and nice soak in one of the heated pools would do her very well. Maybe she could even sneak in an early bed time...Â
Slowly, she unfolded herself. First one leg, then another before rising to her knees, and then her feet, careful to make sure bent at the waste and knees rather then bending her back. It was definitely time for some tea, hot water, and a nap.
(Warning: Mild blood, and gore involved. This is also the final piece to this arc, so it is quite long, but definitely worthwhile. Part one: https://lunri-moonguardian.tumblr.com/post/167284128404/rock-a-bye-baby-rock-a-bye-baby-in-the-tree-top. Part two:https://lunri-moonguardian.tumblr.com/post/167354252494/rock-a-bye-baby-part-two .))
Lunri, beaten and broken, and having lost touch with reality, sat on a rocking chair in her old child hood home in Nagrand, Outland. In her bare lap, lay a dead and bleeding baby. Her baby. ShaâTari. Runes pertaining to illusions were drawn in a precise manner all over the walls, and the nearby table was soaked in blood. Oz, having searched for his fiancee for weeks, had finally found a trail leading there. He made utmost haste to save his beloved mate.Â
Oz bursted into the house, having been alerted his fianceeâs whereabouts by an anonymous tip. He had traveled anywhere and everywhere, hunting down all of Valicosâs contacts to get even a scrap of information. Upon entering the room, and seeing Lunri in the state she was in, he rushed to her side. As he got closer, he saw their unborn child, dead in her lap. Shaking, tears begun to roll from his eyes. He gripped a hold of Lunriâs shoulders, and gently shook her. âLunri, my love, I...â His eyes traveled back to the lifeless corpse of their baby, and he twitched a bit. âL-Lunri... Light... What did he...â
Lunri heard the sounds, but was unable to distinguish them. Exhausted, parched moans escaped her cracked, and dried lips. She attempted to open her blood crusted shut eyes, but could not. âThe-The baby. Save the baby.âLunri went unconscious and became limp in the chair. She had sustained too much blood loss, and her body had begun shutting down on her.Â
Oz grabbed his head as he looked down at her, and started to shake his head as if to try and tell himself this was not real. He looked back down at the fetus in her lap, and his whole body begun to shake. âN-No...no...he.â A rage begun to build in his eyes as he gripped his head. âNO! NO THIS IS NOT REAL!â He yelled to himself as he begun trying to shake his fiancee awake. Lunri grunted as she was shaken, but nothing more. Her body felt slick with clotted blood, and light from starvation. âCome on, Lunri...â He grabbed his head again, and begun stumbling backwards towards the exit, grabbing his communications device from his side pocket. âH-Help! I need help! Lunri...sheâs...HELP!!â
Epilvik had been in range of Ozâs communication; his mate Rhuua, and himself were visiting Halaa as she often liked to stay in one of her childhood homes. He was able to answer the distress call expeditiously. The message had come through with perfect clarity, meaning Oz was decently close. He quickly mounted one of their companions as he kicked off, heading south so as to avoid the Magâhar settlements. It wouldnât due to get into a turf war at the moment. âWhatâs going on? Oz? Where are you, what do you need, tell me and Iâll be there with all due haste!â Epilvik called responding back into his own communications crystal as it glowed a dull gold to signify it had been broadcast-ed specifically back to Oz rather than to TeâAmun.Â
Oz scrambled for the door, enraged to his very core, and out for blood. A dark haze had come over his vision, and his mind was on one thing, and one thing only: Valicos was going to die. Before departing, he yelled into his comms, âLunri, h-he got her. Telaar, sheâs... Iâm going to kill...â His comms cut out as he dropped it, and took off after his brother, determined to hunt him down. His mind had completely snapped at the sight he had just beheld. He was gone before help could arrive.Â
Epilvik listened to the instructions, raw, primal anger and fury emanating from Ozâs voice. He kicked his mount into leaping bounds as they covered the terrain far quicker than he ever would have normally. He looked down at his crystal as it made a dull thud on the other end. âCome on Arkanos, Telaar, fast,â He whispered urgently to his wolf as they galloped across one of the rope bridges into the city. Epilvik activated a track embedded in Ozâs crystal so he was able to head to the last location Oz had been in. He found himself at what appeared to be just a regular home, and by the front door was Ozâs dropped comms crystal. Epilvik leaned down to pick up the crystal, and dropped it in his bag as he dropped down from his mount. As he entered the building, he called out, âOz? Lunri? Is anyone here?â He drew a long, curved, but ornate knife, not liking the darkness in there, but continuing onwards, deeper in until he would find someone or something.Â
He would hear very light, but audible groans. As he continued down the entryway, he would find Lunri in the living room, slouched in a chair with ShaâTari dead in her lap. Both were blanketed in blood, but Lunri was scalped, scared, scorched, and a long, sewn up gash was along her lower abdomen. Her eye patch was off, so he could see the long gash usually hidden beneath it from years ago.Â
Epilvik quickly bolted towards them, gasping at the horrendous-ness of what the room proffered. While he may have been a hard military man, who had seen millennia of wars, the sight of the newborn dead in its mothers lap, gore, blood, splattered and spilt out around them, blood gushed over several pieces of furniture, the sight of it all, even he could not ignore. Tears rushed to his eyes as he stepped forward. Kneeling beside Lunri, he reached out and placed a hand on her bare chest as he leaned his head against it, to try and see if she was still breathing. They would be avenged, however with the amount of blood and cuts, tears and rips, he couldnât tell what condition she was in.Â
The pallid colour of Lunriâs skin showed just how much blood she had lost. Not even thinking twice about it, he ripped off part of his shirt, and whipped out a canteen of clean water to clean her face and upper body. With all the cuts, and dried blood caked on her, not to mention the bruises, it was hard to see if she was still losing more blood. He was loath to move her just in case it would upset any closed wounds and cause her to die in his sight. Once that task was completed, he ran back outside, and returned with 2 stout wool blankets, and his loyal wolf companion, Arkanos. Gently, he wrapped the baby in one of the blankets and cleaned its face so it simply appeared as if it was in a peaceful slumber, and in some ways he supposed it now was. The other he wrapped around Lunri, knowing the dire emergency she was in, he resided to taking her to his mate immediately. Rhuuaâs medical expertise would be able to heal her, provide her the needed sustenance, and clean her; all things that could not be accomplished here. He checked her one last time before he moved her for anything he missed, and noted the majority of the dried gore seemed centered on her lower abdomen and head. Satisfied there were no openly bleeding wounds, he hoisted her up and gently carried her to Arkanos, and set her against the wolfs fluffy soft mane with the baby in her arms. Epilvik could not bare to depart the two. He knew she would want to say her goodbyes and lay ShaâTari to rest as their culture demanded. He swung up into the saddle with ease, and was careful not to disturb Lunri. He took his crystal comms device out, and set it for Rhuua. âMy dear, prepare your medical room. Lunri has been... you will see, the worst has happened. She needs immediate help, likely a blood infusion,â he called out into the crystal as they begun to padder off. He knew speed wasnât required this time around. Too much jostling could worsen her many wounds.Â
20 minutes later
As Epilvik carried Lunri and ShaâTari into the humble abode that belonged to Rhuua and himself, a large bed with all the needed supplies was ready to immediately be used. She ordered and bossed Epilvik around as soon as they entered. ShaâTari was placed in one of the cradles they used to use, with a preservation ward surrounding it. There was no knowing when, or if, Lunri would awaken.Â
Lunri laid on the bed with only the blanket to cover her up, being poked and prodded by Rhuua while Epilvik fetched all the supplies like a good mate. She was cleaned up with warm soapy water, stitched with dissolvable thread, and a bag of blood was attached to her by placing an IV into her median cubital vein. Another bag was attached to the same IV, except this one contained fluids packed with water, vitamins, and proteins. He laid a wet cloth over her forehead to make sure she did not become feverish while her body tried to heal itself. Lunri would lay there for several days, and nights. Slowly waking up more each time.
A week later
Rhuua and Epil had mostly slept in shifts for the better part of the previous week, only being able to get any true rest when Epilvik had summoned his sister and her mate to watch over Lunri for several hours on a few days. It was however one day when Epilvik was taking her pulse and temperature, the blood bag now gone, but the feeding bag still present, that she blinked open her eyes, nearly instantly hysterical. Â
 âWhere am I?! Who are you?! Where is ShaâTari?! I want ShaâTari!!â Sobs wracked her body, aching for the pain of all the memories rushing in to go away.Â
Epilvik gently cupped her head. âDonât worry Lunri, itâs just me Epilvik, Rhuua is here as well. Youâve had an... accident of some sort. We rescued you, and healed you; you are safe now.â He explained to her, unsure of whether to give her the child, fearing it would only upset her more. He tried a different tacit. âShe is right there Lunri. She is right beside you, not far at all now,â Epilvik said as he pointed to the crib laying but a few feet from her head.Â
Lunri looked up at Epilvik, and played with the word on her tongue a bit. âEpilvik... Rhuua...Sounds familiar. I am safe, now? How can I trust you?! He-he... He made my own mother and sister hurt me. I canât trust anything anymore!â She would close her eyes and curl in on herself, wrapping her arms around her torso. Rocking back and forth, back forth.Â
A soft knock issued on the door, and he went to go answer it, leaving Rhuua with Lunri. He rose an eyebrow when no one was at the door, nearly shutting it before he noticed the rather large sized parcel at this feet. Picking it up, he grunted at the surprising weight, and was about to open it when he noticed it was addressed to Lunri. âHow does anyone know she is here?â He spoke as he brought it in to her. âUmmm, this was left at the door for you. I am not sure what it is, though it is quite heavy so be careful,â He warned as he placed it beside her on the bed. Once Epilvik saw her rocking back and forth, he realized for the first time what she had experienced went well beyond simple torture. Her very mind had been scarred and wracked by Valicos. âWho did it to you? Lunri who is responsible for the... for what happened to you?â He asked her, catching himself before he might have made her fragile state worse. He sat beside her on the bed comfortingly. âYou know us Lunri, you know TeâAmun. We are in the same order, we are your friends, your family,â He tried to assure her.Â
Lunri would take a look at the parcel, and bring it closer to herself. âPlease donât hurt me...â She opened it slowly, unsure of it. Inside was the head of a Draenei that looked much like Oz, but also like Valicos. There was also be a gem placed between itâs lips that dropped onto the bed beside her. The gem had a faint glow to it, and resembled the gem that had been in the hilt of the dagger Valicos had stabbed ShaâTari with. With a screech, she tossed the head to the side and scooted as far from it as she could. Fear made her eyes wide, and her breathing heavy. That face instantly bringing back all the memories and sensations sheâd had to endure at the hands of Valicos. âGet it away! I do not want to see it!â
Epilvik quickly jumped up as the severed head was tossed in his direction. The head rolled on the floor, and the lifeless face of what looked like Oz or Valicos, stared up at him. âFuck! What the shit, Oz? What the fuck has gone on!â Epilvik yelped. Shock had caught up to him he was unable but to express his surprise. He swallowed deeply, and used the lid and the box to scoop the head back in. Luckily enough, it was not gory so there was no mess as he placed it outside. âWhatâs gone on Lunri? What happened in that house? What happened to you?â Epilvik asked, now even more concerned than before, as he glanced over to her with a shudder of sadness.
Shaking back and forth, Lunri tried to explain. V-Valicos. Ozâs twin. Tortured me. Kill ShaâTari. Weeks. Illusions everywhere. Mother. Sister. Mojo Stormstout. So much pain. No more please. NO MORE!â
 âOzâs twin? He has a twin? What the fuck? Why would he...â Epilvik questioned more to himself than her, as he saw how fragile and scared she still was, her mental state dangerously affected. âDonât worry youâre safe now, Lunri. Youâre safe. Valicos is gone, he is long gone and he is never coming back. Youâll be safe now.â He assured her before he realized she knew her child was gone, too. His expression grew mournful for a few moments. âYouâll survive through this Lunri.â He promised her as he looked over to the crib where she too knew her child lay.Â
Tears made rivulets down her face. âShaâTari...â She looked at the crystal grasped tightly in her palm, and saw it glowing. âI think she is in here. I think he trapped her in here. I want her back... But necromancy is wrong. I shouldnât even be thinking that.â
âIn there? In the crystal? How- What was Valicos- to do something like that...â Epilvik asked in surprise as he looked at the faint glow of the crystal. He considered her words before saying, âMaybe, but youâre her mother. I wouldnât lie and say Rhuua and I wouldnât consider exactly the same,â He responded honestly to her.Â
She hugged the crystal close to her. âTo do that , it wouldnât be fair to her.â She said in a voice null of emotion. âI feel empty now.â A small, insane type of cackle issued from her lips. âWell, I guess I am empty now that ShaâTari is out of me. How peculiar.â
Epilvik noted the way her voice turned hollow, flat, and metallic.  âMhmm, no no it likely wouldnât be, â he agree softly. âDo you- do you need to hold her? We will need to consider what to do next, we canât obviously...leave... yes,â he advised.Â
Lunri nodded in acquiescence, her eyes were flat and no expression was on her face. âThe ceremony should be commenced. She should be with the Light. If the Light is even there.â
Epilvik carefully lifted the girl out of the cot still wrapped in the blankets as he pulled her free of the shimmering bubble Rhuua had conjured to preserve her. He offered her to Lunri. âI will send for preparations to be made; she will have a send off that she truly deserves. Her life though short will be no less remembered than any other of our people that fall. She was one of us, and everyone will know her name. Of that, I can promise you.â He said with a smile as he passed her the girl.Â
Lunri looked down at the bundle, seeing a slightly too small baby face peeking out. She would have looked just like her. Lunri touched her cold skin, and reminisced of what it would have been like. Married, a little girl... It was all for naught now. She would be putting her baby to rest before she could have taken her first breath. Lunri looked up at Epil. âIt is time. She should be put to rest.â
Epilvik couldnât possibly imagine what Lunri was experiencing now, what she was going through. A parent though he was, and while his own had been kidnapped, to loose a child forever he could only imagine how devastating it was. How truly and unbelievably heartbreaking. âOf course. Let us discuss things.â Epilvik and Lunri discussed the ceremony for some time before Lunri became too exhausted and fell back asleep. How everything would affect her in the future, if she would even heal from it, no one knew.Â
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Lunri sat in the Exodar inside the Crystal Hall fiddling with the soul crystal. There was still a glow to it, and a slight warmness radiated from it. Today was the day she would be freed from this crystal. She would be trapped no longer. It ached Lunri to know her daughter would not be with her any longer, but she also wanted her to fly free and join with the Light. The clacking of hooves echoed on the platform as Danarshi arrived, followed shortly by Epilvik, and someone she had yet to meet. She had seen him around, but had never been introduced to him. With a deep sigh, she stood up and looked at them. Danarshi made a formal bow to Epilvik, quickly followed by herself. If it wasnât for Epilvik, she would have died that day. Danarshiâs deep booming voice filled the hall. âWell met, justicar. I am honoured that you have come to this ceremony.â
Epilvik returned both of their bows. âMy apologies I was late. I was held up momentarily on Argus,â he explained of himself. âOf course an occasion as significant as this I wouldnât and couldnât miss for anything.â He assured them both.
âOf course, brother. I am merely happy to hear that many of us continue to persevere upon our shattered homeworld. Willing fighters are needed if we are to win this war,â Danarshi boomed in a pleased tone, and with a curt nod towards him.
Once they had finished, Lunri walked up to Epilvik to smother him in a hug. âI owe you my life, Epilvik. Should you ever have need of anything, please do not hesitate to call upon me.â
Epilvik embraced Lunri warmly, resting his head against hers as he held her in his arms. âYou need never even think about it, Lunri. It was what was right to do. I am merely glad that you are okay, that you survive through. You are most important to Rhuua and I. And we will be glad and proud to have you by our sides, now and for always,â he said with a smile. At the kind exchange between Epilvik and Lunri, a warm smile graced Danarshiâs blue features.
Ashaar had showed up to the funeral looking a bit solemn. He didn't really know Lunri well, but the death of a child was something that no one should have to grieve about alone, especially when the order was there to support one another. He walked up to Lunri, and nodded in respect "Lunri, I'm Ash, we've met once before. I just wanted to come to show my respects. I am terribly sorry for your loss." His eyes showed genuine sympathy for her as he greeted her.
Danarshi bowed before Ashaar, and was the first to greet him, as Ash kindly bowed back to him. âWell met, brother Ashaar. Thank you for coming.â
As Danarshi greeted Ashaar, Lunri slid over to him. She was unsure of this new Draenei to their order, but she trusted her Orderâs judgment. âIt is nice to meet you, brother. I am sure we will see each other more often. Welcome to the order.â Lunri stuck out her delicate, frail hand and shook hands with him. His hands were large, but soft and well manicured. It was obvious to Lunri that this man took pride in his appearance.
Ashaar nodded solemnly towards her. âThank you, sister. I am sure we will be seeing plenty of each other, and remember, as a Vindicator, I swear to protect anyone in the order, in any fight. I will have your back whenever you need me.â
Lunri nodded at Ashaar before making her way back to the front. âI believe we will begin once one more of our order shows. She ran into some trouble on her way here.â
A few moments later, Avareia shuffled in, followed by a blue petaltush. Danarshi greeted Avareia with a bow, as did everyone else. âAt last. Welcome, Avareia. I am happy to see that you could make it to the ceremony, â Danarshi greeted her warmly as Lunri walked up to her. âWelcome, sister. I am glad you could make it.â She wrapped her frail arms around the woman, and gave as tight a hug as she could, being returned with an equally tight hug from Ava.
For a minute, Ava spaced out. âOh, right, hello! Good evening everyone.â
Lunri and Danarshi stood at the front of the group, patiently waiting for everyone to get settled in as hellos between each of them filled the hall. As all quieted down, Lunri cleared her throat and squared her shoulders in preparation. Her dress that day still held loosely onto her frame, and her face was still gaunt, but her voice carried with determination to see this ceremony through, breaking the eerie, but welcoming silence. âThank you for coming, brothers and sister, in my time of need. As most of you know, I was kidnapped and attacked, and in the process ShaâTari was killed before me, forcing me to watch, as he trapped her soul in this crystal.â A scared hand, covered from the palm down in brown leathers, tapped the crystal sitting on a choker at the base of her neck. âToday, Danarshi has so kindly accepted to release her so she may rest in peace with the Light. I chose this place today, because it was where my journey started. And here too, will be where ShaâTariâs journey begins.â Near the end, her voice cracked and tears escaped their prison, freely cascading down her face. Not being able to speak lest she break down right there, she merely stepped aside and gestured at Danarshi to take the stand.
Epilvik dipped his head sadly in mutual hurt for the pain and suffering that Lunri now faced, saddened by her heart break. Lunri held out the gem for Danarshi as he moved to take the stand. She could visibly see Avareia clenching her hand reflexively. She wasnât up to date with much of TeâAmun, so was slowly processing all of the mournful news one tear at a time. She eyed the man to the left of the Justicar, but said nothing as she turned her attention to Danarshi. As Lunri looked over at Ashaar, she saw him bowing his head in solemnity. Seeing the pain in her eyes from the tragedy she went through was too much for him to watch. He remained quiet as the funeral proceedings went on.
Danarshi turned his head and watched Lunri as she opened  the ceremony, a supportive expression present up his face. As she began to lose control of her emotions, the Anchorite issued her with a nod of understanding. As the soul gem was offered to him, he calmly approached the woman, placing each of his hands around her own and politely taking the gem from her. A moment later, he returned to his spot and clasped each of his hands in front of his waist in a respectful manner, the soul gem still held within them. His eyes also diverted down towards the ground beneath them. âThe very day that the grim news of ShaâTariâs demise had reached me was a dark day indeed. Many a tragic death have I witnessed across the span of my life, though, -this-... this was a tragedy that was -never- meant to unfold,â he expressed, falling into a few seconds of silence. âShaâTari, in Draenei, means âone that is born from the Lightâ. Though our young sister was taken from  us early as to never see the waking world, that does not necessarily mean that her journey was cut short. Though the life within her physical body was taken from her, her spiritual one was  not. In life, ShaâTari would have grown to serve many of us faithful, and have become known as a fellow sister. Now, in death, her spirit shall be freed, and, despite the wicked actions of the monster who claimed her from the the Material Plane, she will still hold the ability to roam the world, freely, and venture to whichever destination calls for her. As her name resembles, she shall indeed be born from the light, and continue to linger among us forevermore,â he finished, finally lifting his head back up to face the group. âThat is all that I wish to speak on. Thank you for allowing me the chance to speak on our fallen sister.â
The petaltush beside Avareia stared blankly at Danarshi, virtually understandig only a few words that escaped the Anchoriteâs mouth. He waddled up to Lunri and offered a single starflower, freshly picked from his home in Draenor. He then waddled back to Avareia, still confused on what Danarshi said.
Ashaar, and Epilvik stood quietly, listening to Danarshiâs eulogy, trying to remain stoic, but both could feel tears welling up in their eyes. Avareia frowned as her gaze flashed from Petaltush to Lunri to Danarshi. She pulled her hood down as a few sniffles escaped from her.
As Danarshi delivered his speech, her shoulders shook despite her attempts to keep herself composed. As Petaltush waddled up to her, and delivered her a flower, she patted him on the head and tucked it into her hair. When she got home, she would preserve it and frame it, she decided. After a few moments to compose herself at least somewhat, she addressed the group again. âThank you, Danarshi, that was perfect. Danarshi will release her from the crystal next, as I have already said my goodbyes in private. Anyone is welcome to do so before she is released. After that has been done, her body-â she points with a shaky hand behind her. âWill be burned in holy fire. When you are ready, Danarshi, unless anyone would like to speak their good byes.â
Danarshiâs eyes remained trained upon his peers ahead of him, expectant that at least one of them would have a few words to share. Lunri stood off to the side, looking down at the crystal in Danarshiâs hands as Avareia stepped past the Justicar and the mysterious man towards Lunri. After a few moments, she continued her stride to Lunri, and pulled the Draenei in for a tight, âwelcomingâ hug. Avaraei said nothing for moments whilst Lunri was still in her grasp, but she pulled back and stared down at the crystal and murmured under her breath, âLight be with you, child, and darkness shanât corrupt you further.â Lunri hugged Avareia back tightly, welcoming the womanâs tight embrace and kind words. âThank you, Avareia.â Â Avareia reached out to Lunriâs hands and squeezed them tightly; possibly exchanging a brownie or two with the hand holding. She flashed the Draenei a small, warm smile before stepping back next to the Justicar.
Danarshi watched the two sisters embrace. As she utters her wish upon the fallen child, he himself peers down at the gem that remained tightly grasped within his hands. He released a silent breath of a sorrow nature. Ashaar remained silent, but gave Lunri a sympathetic nod as he worked hard to keep his own composure. He may be a smart-ass in most occasions, but he knew that this was no time or place for humour, and he was shit at expressing real feelings. So, he remained quiet and respectful.
Justicar Epilvik took a few paces forward. âWhile we may not have known one another ShaâTari, know you held a family and those that cared for you in the Order as much as any other. Although your life was tragically short, and cut from you before you had a chance to shine, to show others what you could achieve, and what you would bring to the world. Though you might not have the chance now, the world nonetheless is forever changed by your presence, and you have affected your mother, who will carry on your memory and your future with her, wherever she goes. She who can tell your story, and in the your memory will not fade, but it will live on, and be acknowledge by our people forever more,â he spoke gently before stepping back once more.
Avaâs petaltush grumbled as the Justicar nearly stepped on him. He looked towards Lunri, and let out a loud call: HYRAAAAAAH!â He blinked a few times, âWrong one,â he stated in his gruffy voice. âHyy-RUH, podling bless you, child. You gone too soon, like my dinner.â He stepped back next to Avareia and nodded sagely.
Danarshiâs eyes remained trained upon the soul gem as Epilvik uttered his words about ShaâTari. As the Justicar finished his speech, the Anchorite peered up at him long enough to issue him with a respectful nod, clearly appreciative of what the man had to say. A smiled cracked at the corners of Lunriâs mouth as a brownie or two was pressed into her palm. Avareia knew just what she needed this day. She merely issued a curt nod to the Draenei so as not to let anyone else know of the exchange. As Epilvik began to speak, his words speaking volumes as always, she hugged herself tight. It was hard to let the Order see her so weak, but deep down she knew they understood. A low nod was offered towards the Justicar as she did not trust herself to peak at that moment. Emotions were roiling inside of her like a monsoon trying to tear her heart away. But at the words of Petaltush, she couldnât help but chuckled. Epilvik had the opposite reaction to the Petaltush, gritting his teeth at it as he attempted to refrained from kicking into the water. Danarshi also pursed his lips and ground his teeth at Petaltush. He issued the Podling a rather distasteful look before diverting his attention. It would have to do. He expected much worse from a Podling. âIt is time, brother.â
Danarshi glanced towards Lunri as she informed him that the time was nigh to send the young spirit away. With yet another nod, the Anchorite shuffled to his immediate right, settling within the middle of the rug. Slowly, he lifted the soul gem up until it was in front of his chest. He opened his fingers and rested the gem upon his palms, so all could properly see the insidious crystal. âYou shall not be forgotten, young ShaâTari. You shall live on within our memories, and soon, we shall come to meet you, I am sure of it, â he shared in finality. A mere moment later, his hands are bather in the brightness, retaining itâs original form and colour. As time passes however, the surface of the gem would indeed, begin to change, itâs violet purple gradually turning to a holy gold. âRoam free, ShaâTari. Dioness aca,â he said in farewell. At sudden, the soul gem physically pulsates and releases a puff of unholy energy. The magic that bound ShaâTariâs spirit to the soul gem has now been broken, and the young Draenei is able to free herself from her crystalline prison. Lunri feels a blissful moment of peace as she sees her child lift into the air. Her tears of utter sadness shift to those of happiness, and a smile breaks her gaunt features. "Fly free, little one. Fly free."
As Danarshi completed the ritual, and ShaâTari is released from her crystal prison, suddenly there was a flash of light from above, and a gem, hovering high above them, well out of reach, glowed to life, casting a holographic image above the order. The image showed the room that Lunri was all too familiar with, where she was tortured for days, weeks, almost months. Images flashed revealing the details of her torture, complete with the sounds of Lunri screaming in agony, the dark figure standing over her looked an awful lot like Osgoth, though more sinister looking. Lunri laid fully exposed on the table, for the whole order to see, and excruciating details of her torture were played back bit by bit. The images only lasted for a few moments, but it all culminated in the image of the man cutting Lunri open, pulling out her unborn child, and stabbing it with a dagger.The gem in the hilt of the dagger could be clearly seen, glowing as he held the child in the view of whatever recorded this image. Finally, all that could be seen was the image of the manâs face as he looked down upon the members of TeâAmun. With an evil grin, he said the words, âPrepareâ. The image cut out as quickly as it started. As Lunri saw the images being played over, she shouted out in defiance, âNo! No more! I cannot take anymore!â Â She puffed up in anger, her hands clenched at her sides as purple veins popped out of her arms and her body was filled to the brim with adrenaline. "YOU WILL NOT BREAK ME AGAIN." Without thought, lightning crackled along her arms and to her hands, and she aimed them towards the gem. A rage filled roar emitted from her as she aimed the lightning towards it, and released it, overdrawing on her chi as she does so. In response, her body collapsed to the floor, having utterly exhausted herself. She laid there curled up, a shaking slobbering mess murmuring 'no more no more'. Epilvik also released a ragged dagger, and several bursts of holy energy at the image until the gem that was projecting the image shattered, shooting small, and mostly harmless shards down on the group.
Ashaar watched the images with a look of sheer terror on his face. He had no idea the extent of the horror that the poor woman had endured, until now, and he was infuriated. The audacity of this evil sonofabitch, to have set this up to further break Lunri, Ash couldnât even fathom it. He gritted his teeth as he watched, and when the final image of the man appeared, telling them to âPrepareâ, Ash balled his fists up and shook his head, taking a shard of the gem to the cheek without so much as a flinch. As blood trickled down his cheek, he looked at Lunri, and his gaze softened. What she must be going through right now, he had no idea, but his earlier promise still held true. If he was needed, he was ready to fight any fight for any member of this Order.
Danarshiâs eyes were quick to dart upwards at the sudden sound that appeared. He too moved his head as he noticed the floating crystal. He furrowed his eyebrows in some measure of concern, though, once he realized what was unfolding before them, his heart felt as thought the Void itself had crushed in around it, countless emotions of negativity flooded throughout him. Any who looked at him would see that we was struggling to watch the recording, his teeth clenched. As the scene came to where Lunriâs abdomen was to be cut, Danarshi could not hope to continue watching. The man diverted his vision to the ground, and sealed his eyes shut; hearing it unfold was enough to send shivers down his spine. As it was clear that the worst of it had passed, the sinister word, âprepareâ ringing from the crystal, he is quick to snap his head back up. Though the projection shatters only seconds afterwards, the Anchorite had been given enough time to make out the wicked Draeneiâs face. âValicos,â he muttered, his voice sounding of hatred and loathing.
Epilvik ached to break him, to destroy him entirely. His fury, aggression, and anger playing out over his features as he was filled with intense hatred at seeing in person what had been done to Lunri and seeing her reaction to it all over again. He bellowed at the image, âYou will not come here and victimize our people, you will die for what you have done, nothing you can do, say, or plead will stay our wrath. You will die so slowly and painfully you will think KilâJaeden himself is flaying your body.â He snarled in fury as the image dissipated.
Avareia -immediately- rushed over to Lunri, possibly tripping over herself once on the small âjourneyâ over. After the manâs dramatic showcasing was done, she reached her palm out to collect one of the shards that rained down. Clenching the crystalline fragment in her hand, she grasped Lunri and pulled her into a somewhat protective shell whilst he laid on the ground.
Lunri flinched at the touch of the older Draenei, and whimpered. âPlease, no-â before realizing who it was. As it dawned on her, she hugged the Draenei. Her body shivered in fear, and she ached to cry it out, but no tears would leave her clenched eyes.
Danarshi took point after Avareia, the Anchorite tossed the purified soul gem aside and fell into a kneel beside her them, placing each of his hands upon Lunri in some crude effort of calming her. âIt is okay, Lunri. I was only a projection. You are safe, and as long as we remain within your reach, you shall remain that way.â Danarshi proceeded to peer off into the distance. âValicos shall pay, dearly, for the atrocities that he has committed, â he muttered in a rather hushed tone. It was loud enough that Lunri and Avareia could have picked it up, though it was unlikely Epilvik or Ashaar could have heard it from their distance.
Lunri nodded at Danarshi, and tugged him closer, needing the presence of those few she could trust. âI canât do it. I just⌠I canât. Heâs left me so broken, and frail.â A numbness spread throughout her body, and she took her arms off of Ava to wrap them around her trembling body. âThe-the body. We must burn it before he can take it. He cannot take her. Please, no.â
Ashaar didnât know what to do right then, and felt really out of place. He wanted to help comfort Lunri, but that seemed to be covered, so he made use of himself by inspecting the perimeter to make sure there were no more threats.
Avareia slid the crystalline fragment into her small crystal pouch attached to her belt before her eyes scanned the area for the other crystal. After a few moments, she found it. Her âlifelessâ gaze bore into the fully-shaped crystal before she focused back to Lunri. âLetâs get started, shall we?â Avareia untangled herself from Lunri and pushed herself up, soon offering a gentle helping hand to her. Lunri nodded and took her hand, standing up on wobbly hooves. She draped an arm across Avaâs shoulders to help steady herself. Â Â
Danarshi placed a reassuring hand upon one of the womanâs trembling arms. âHe shall not have her. I am certain what we had just witnessed was merely staged. He is not here, nor would he dare tread upon such holy ground. ShaâTari is safe, her spirit and her body. You are right however, and I shall not disregard your wishes.â A couple of moments later, he returned to his hooves and turned himself to face the corpse of ShaâTari. âIt is time that we complete your daughterâs passing into the afterlife. When you are prepared, I shall bathe her in holy fire. She shall become one with the Light, full so.â
Mr. Petaltush wandered over the ex-soul crystal and poked it, making sure it wasnât going to burn his fingertips. He grabbed it and ran it over to Ava. Avareia pursed her lips as Petaltush handed over the crystal. She tucked her face downward whispering into Lunriâs ear. They whispered back and forth for a few moments, as Ava was offering to make it into jewelry for her. For the moment, Lunri took the crystal from Ava until the ceremony was over.
At that moment, Danarshi placed his undivided focus upon the small fetus, that of which was Sha'Tari. The sight was undeniably grisly, and was enough to turn even the stomach of Danarshi, of all people. "Are you prepared, sister?" he asked once more in reassurance, directed at Lunri. He would not dare cremate her daughter without her utmost permission.
Avareia perked up. "May I help?" Her gaze bore into Danarshi, as if her eyes were saying 'pleasepleasepleaseplease'.
Ashaar walked up to the others after he was done making sure the perimeter was secure "There's no one here but us, that gem was obviously planted before the proceedings, and whoever left it, is long gone."
Danarshi peeked over at Avareia, and did not hesitate to nod at her. "I would be honoured if you were to lend your hand in the process, though the decision ultimately rests upon the shoulders of Lunri," he reminded her, his eyes turning to Lunri in curiosity.
Lunri looked between Danarshi, Ash, and then at Ava. âThank you, Ash, it would mean a lot if you would help Danarshi, and Avareia. Please proceed before anything else can go terribly wrong.â She nodded at the three of them, giving her permission for all three to help. Somewhere in the process Epilvik had to leave to assist his wife, Rhuua.
Ashaar nodded at Lunri. âOf course, anything you wish.â He looked to Danarshi. âWhat do you need my help with?â
Danarshi shuffled to the side in order for Avareia and Ashaar to have the appropriate room upon the rug. âVery well. Raise your hand and walk fourth, with me,â the Anchorite explained, in which he does, indeed, life his own hand and wandered fourth towards ShaâTari. âNow place said hand upon her,â he continued, doing as he described and placing his hand upon the small body. He was struggling to keep a neutral expression upon his face as he did this.
Lunri wanted to cry, but could not. Her body felt broke, bruised, and drained. It had only been a few hours, but it felt like an eternity. As she stood behind the group, she nibbled on a brownie before walking up to Ava and firmly grasping her free hand.
Seeing that his compatriots are prepared, he momentarily closed his eyes and released a deep, audible breath to control his inner emotions. âNow,â the command echoed down the hall from his lips. Holy fire erupts from the palms of the Anchoriteâs, Avaâs and Ashâs hands and meets with the flesh of ShaâTari. Immediately she caught fire, lighting the motionless infant aflame. All three remove their hand from the child, and take a step back. Once more, Danarshi clasps each of his hands together and rests them in front of his waist, properly closing his eyes and facing towards the floor. âStand with me, my friends. Let us issue ShaâTari with a minute of silence sh she has earned.â The Crystal Hall of was wrapped back up into itâs eerie but welcoming silence. Shamans could be heard practicing in the distance, making sure to give the group their space. A few moments pass, with Lunri resting her head on Avaâs shoulder and their hands clasped together as they listened to the holy fire. The crackling of the flames was somewhat unlike that of an ordinary fire. It was oddly calming, in a manner that was beyond description. The very sound of it brought calmness to the group, a reassurance that ShaâTari had safely passed on, and she would find happiness, even if it was not within the Material Plane itself.
As the silence lingered on, Lunri took a deep breath and once more stepped in front of the group. âThank you, brothers and sister for coming. It means a lot to me in this time of need. I-I think I would like to go home now and rest.â Her voice sounded dull, empty of all emotions. She just wanted sleep, and watch the rain beat against her window. To hear the crackling of the fire, and forget about her woes.
Danarshi too opened his eyes and moved his head back up as Lunri broke the silence. He watched her with a sympathetic expression as she spoke. At last, he stepped fourth, and offered the woman a supportive hug. âNo, sister. Thank -you- for allowing us the privilege to witness the passing of your daughter. We are each in your debt,â he eventually responded, backing out of the hug afterwards. âIf you -ever- require -any- of us, do not hesitate to call. You are in the safest of hands, my sister.â He bowed before her. âThe time shall come that ShaâTari is avenged, this I vow. I will not rest until justice is delivered upon Valicos, and Osgoth is found,â He uttered. âI shall leave you to rest, sister. Dioniss acaâ He at last turned to make his exit, wandering towards the Seat of the Naaru.
Ashaar nodded at Lunri, solemnly, trying to put on a smile to comfort her. âFarewell, sister. I assure you, that I will be with you and the order every step of the way as we hunt down this man who did this to you. You have my word.â
Lunri waves a thin hand at Danarshi as he leaves, murmuring âDioniss aca, brother,â at his back. She looked over to Ash, and politely nodded at him. âThank you for coming, Ashaar. Perhaps we can chat after I am myself again. Until then, dioniss aca.â He sighed sadly, and then straightened himself. Walking out, he puffed up his chest to act stoic, and fight off more tears as he left.
Avareia held out her palm to Lunri. âIâll get the choker back to you as soon as possible. All of my supplies are set inside of my workshop⌠which is not here.â
Lunri hesitantly set the crystal and the choker into Avaâs palm. She stared at it for a moment before meeting the Draeneiâs gaze. âThank you, Avareia. You have been much help to me.â She embraces her in a tight hug, nearly squishing her. âDioniss aca, sister.â Avareia returned the hug, equally squishing her. She clenched her gloved fist around the crystal before sliding it into the same small baggie the choker is in. She looked around, picking up all the shattered crystalline fragments from the strange manâs entrance.
Lunri gathered up ShaâTariâs ashes in a leather pouch with her name on it before taking out her hearthstone to hearth home.
The winter sun scintillated across the purple skin of Lunri as she stood at the base of Lionâs Rest, overlooking the partially frozen sea. Frost hung off of the nearby trees, and the bite of the cold barely penetrated her newly brushed hooves. Icy winds cascaded across the land, screeching itâs own protests at the cold. No one was outside, besides a few people scampering between buildings on their regular errands, providing Lunri with the solitude she sought.Â
A recent campaign on Argus had just finished successfully, and they were ordered to rest for a day before reporting back to Azuremyst Isle where the procured scepter would be carefully studied. It had left a residual feeling on her that she could not quite shake. Her already temperamental moods were swinging at full force now, making her ability to channel her chi go from barely to a flat zero. The voices had increased, as well, driving her to the brink of insanity. How was she going to survive a month of this even closer to the cause of these changes? Sigh...
The clopping of hooves echoed towards her, drawing her attention away from the sea and her worried thoughts. All feeling of dread vanished in a state of shock as she witnessed her own sister, Aadrika, walking towards her with purpose. What was she doing here? They had departed already on bad terms six months previously, and she had clearly portrayed she wanted nothing to do with the woman.Â
The death knight approached still wearing her saronite armor, and runed dual blades at her side, emitting a cloud of skin numbing frost. Lunri eyed her from hoof to horn, noting half of one was missing. âHello, Aadrika. I would say itâs nice to see you again, but I donât particularly feel that right now.â
The blue Draenei sighed, raising her arms up in surrender. âI cannot believe for one minute this dislike from you is due to my current state. You chose to follow the way of the monk and their chi instead of the light. I also took a different path, although not of my choice.â Her lich filled eyes watched Lunri with a sliver of hope.Â
âYouâre right. I could care less that you unwillingly became a soldier of the Lich King. You abandoned me, Aadrika. You abandoned me to go on your silly adventure so you could return a hero with your comrades. Your little sister. Had you no remorse? I...â she took a deep breath. âI was not as strong as you. I did not suffer the wrath of the Legion attacking Argus. I did not have to spend millennia being chased from one planet to another. I NEEDED YOU AND WHERE WERE YOU?!â They were face to face, eye to eye, the death knightâs frost cloaking Lunri in a bone biting cold that she ignored in her fury. A snarl escaped from her throat as she brought up her fist and slammed it into Aadrikaâs face, right between the eyes. âYou nether blasted lich scum. Iâve had to face everything on my own. Iâm not a weakling you can manipulate whenever you feel sorry anymore.â Cold tears unwillingly made rivulets down her face as she collapsed onto the frozen ground. The emotion enveloped her like a suffocating blanket, stuffing itâs way down her throat and clouding her vision. âWhere were you?â
Aadrika didnât flinch, or blink. She just stood there, looking down upon her broken sister. Without a sound, knees crashed to the ground and a hand slithered itâs way across Lunriâs horns. The caressing motions like a boat sliding through the water, calmed her, reminding her of home. When things had been easier, and simpler. Aadrika and her had laughed like siblings were supposed to. They had planned to both end up Harbingers, despite the vast age difference. Now...
âI do not expect forgiveness, Lunri. Itâs why I have been away so long, as punishment to myself. Only to realize, I was not only punishing myself, but my dear little sister as well. It broke my heart, and it was the first time I had felt anything besides the need to kill in a very long time. You know where to find me, Lunri.â Their crests touched together in departure, and the sounds of retreating cloven hooves followed suit shortly after.Â
Loud crashes and screaming vibrated through the air as the Draenei made utmost haste to the Exodar. The ground beneath their hooves massively shook as each bomb compacted with the earth, roaring itâs anger. This land had once been beautiful. Green, happy people of all races, and full of life. Now, it was a desolate, dying land. The earth was brown, with no tree in sight, and the water level had drastically dropped, resulting in some animals going extinct. Their only hope was to steal the Exodar from the formidable blood elves.Â
Lunri was at the end of the mass movement, their so few numbers dwindling even more every minute. Orc and blood elves rampaged behind them, gradually gaining ground. Tears ran freely down her young face, fearful they would not make it. Bodies littered the floor, of all three races as they zoomed by. Lunri felt mournful for them despite the demise they had attempted to bring upon her people. They could have lived in peace.
As the entrance to the ship came into view, she was pulled back by her hair and her parents desperate screams filled her head. The orcs had gained too much ground on them, and now it was over. She pummeled her weak fists as hard as she could, but to no avail. Maneuvering her head, she stabbed one in the eye with her horn, and dropped heavily onto the ground. Before she could escape it grabbed her hoove, tearing into her flesh with itâs long nails, and picked her up. The Orcs face was filled with a gleeful smile, triumph apparent in itâs penetrating gaze. With a quick slash, it tore a deep gash across her left eye, leaving searing pain behind while hot blood gushed across her face, obscuring her vision. She shrieked out and tried to wiggle free, but she could not.Â
The Orc suddenly dropped her, her head bouncing on the ground, and she scrambled away, looking back one more time with her one good eye. The other orc were tearing into her mother and father, their guts strewn everywhere and all over them while they laughed at their fate. Lunri almost sagged over from the blood loss, and the sudden deep sadness in her heart, but someone picked her up from behind. âItâs okay, Lunri, Aadrika is here.â
âBut ma and pa! Sister, we must avenge them! Why didnât you save them?!âÂ
âNot now, little one. Another time, we must hurry.â
Fury replaced misery. Fury at her sister for not saving ma and pa. Fury that those Orcs had laughed at their demise. Lunri clenched her eyes shut, trying to shut out the fury and the pain, but it would not go away. âBut ma and pa...â
They boarded the Exodar right as the door was closing, and the ship was leaving. Immediately healers surrounded her, and tried to help her wounds. She batted them away in anger, screaming for her parents. She ran out of their grasp to one of the windows and watched as the home she had known for hundreds of years disappeared behind them. Leaving behind her parents, her home... Then it all blinked out of existence as the ship entered space. Would they ever have a true home again? Would they always be running? She felt so alone, and lost now. She had always had her parents, this place had become her home. Now it was gone again.Â
