#mathavaen

Three hours had passed.

“Go find him, Sarnathan! Go find him now! He’s your son!”

“He’s no son of mine! He made his damn choice, so now he has to live with it!”

“He’s your son! He’s my son!”

“Then go find him, Galleria! 

...Twelve Hours...

“Have you heard anything, Daeli?”

“No, mama. My friends haven’t seen him. I’m sure he’s okay.”

“Jenris is gone too. Where did these boys go to?”

“Melaeth can take of himself, mama. He’s a guard in training, remember?”

“He’s my baby...”

...Twenty-Four Hours...

“He should have come back by now.”

“Mother, he isn’t coming back. Isn’t it obvious? He ran off with his fag boyfriend.”

“Shut up, Mathavaen! Shut up right now! He is your brother! You will not judge his choices!”

“Mama, what if he did run away?”

“He will return. And we will love him as always, won’t we, Sarnathan?”

“He probably ran away, Galleria.”

“No, Sarnathan. He didn’t just run away. You kicked him out!”

...Fourty hours....

Far from the city gates, the young Melaeth sat in a cage, locked up, trembling, and afraid to die. He wiped his eyes and wept silently. 

“Mama....help me.”

continued from One Last Goodbye

Half in shock, Mora smiled and waved back to the man and his friend, trying not to walk to fast or to slow...shit what does normal walking look like! she thought as she didn't want to look like she was guilty.  

The loud footsteps only fucked with Mora more as she felt a hand grab her precious fur, her gift. As she was pulled into the shadows, Mora took Daeli's hand off her coat. It was by the grace of several gods that she didn't rip the woman's arm off, but her fingers started to tick as she rocked from side to side, feeling cornered. She stared at her, large eyes taking in the frantic emotions of Daeli. 

“You!” Daeli cried out softly, pulling Mora into the shadows. “Melaeth! He’s alive?”

"Is he beasty?"

Daeli waved her hands away. “Don’t...just... who are you, Dahlia? Why would you name your children with my brother’s name and mine? Where’s Melaeth?!” The woman’s pleas turned into tears.

"Don't.. do that. Don't cry,” Mora said with a slight sneer though she spoke nice enough. "You're smart, beasty. What do you think?" she asked as she dusted off her coat and looked around her again to make sure no one was around, though she knew it wasn't going to take the Ratz long to locate her. Mora looked back at Daeli as she said his name. Her heart softly sunk. She didn’t like to hear it on other peoples’ lips. “That... I honestly… don't know" 

Clasping her hands together, Daeli begged, “Please! Take me to him! I need to see him! I need to know he’s okay! My momma needs to know! Please, Dahlia!”

Nearby, tappings began to resound, tappings Mora would understand -Protect the Queen-

 "wait for me, I won't be long " Mora spoke to the Flea as they portaled just outside of Silvermoon. It was a place she didn't really want to be at right now, knowing that the King had plans for Silvermoon so she didn't want to be around for anything that might happen.

"I am going down to the Row and I will be right back.. so if it starts to take to long.." she looked up at him, her hands reaching to fix his lapel as she always did "come find me nn?"

The Flea looked at her and smiled, “Of course. Don’t get into any trouble...” with a chuckle he reached into his jacket for his cigarette case.

"I never get into trouble" Mora smiled as she started to walk off in the direction of Silvermoons entrance. She was dressed in one of the pretty dresses that The Flea had taken her out to get, a white tight number with matching white heels, off set by her pink fur coat.Mora wore no crown of crystal anymore but her gold hoops still swayed as she made a path down the nicer streets of Silvermoon.

It was that house, the one she probably should have never stepped foot into. A passage not meant for her to take and she did, like she was now. The gate was still unlocked, easy enough to push open as she quietly invaded the back walkway, like Daeli had showed her. 

  Mora peeked in to the window of the kitchen, the same stools and counters, as if confirming it was not made up. "nothing is on fire.." she said softly to herself being nosy.

Two figures walked into the kitchen, the silent Galleria and a tall man with long hair. He was dressed in a black button down shirt that was fastened up to his chest and black pants. His heavy boots resounded on the kitchen floor. His hair was a almost an untamed blonde mane that fell below his shoulders. He appeared to be mocking the woman or telling her something rudely as he grabbed an apple. He pointed a finger at Galleria and laughed, and the poor woman could not reply. He left the kitchen and Galleria sat down with her head in her hands.

Mora ducked down almost instantly putting a hand over her mouth, she had seen two figures enter, one she recognized to be Melaeth's mama. Mora carefully pushed back up from the squatted position on the ground, fingers pulling over the ledge of the windows so she could cautiously peek again. Her brows furrowed in and she was sure she didn't like the tone of that man's body to Galleria..

Not seeing the man anymore, Mora’s eyes searched cautiously around, the man’s odd face she felt like didn't match as closely as the mothers face did to the kings. Watching Galleria a moment more before she decided there was nothing she could do, Mora didn't even belong there and coming was a dumb move. She didn't even have the excuse of having her babies with her, it was just too. When she was sure the woman was not looking Mora got up and started to walk back to the gate.

The kitchen door opened and the long haired man stepped out, walking toward the house, “Well, if you said something, then I would damn well know, wouldn’t I, mother?” He slammed the door shut and walked down the yard toward the gate. A black, red, and golden cape rested upon his shoulders and the man pulled his hair back before looking up.

He noticed the small woman heading toward the gate and he furrowed his brows a bit. “What are you doing in my home? Are you lost or something?” He called out. 

Mora froze, that man may not have looked like Melaeth but that tone, that voice, stopped her dead in her tracks. Wide eyed she looked up and held onto the pink fur coat with nothing but a silent startle she tried keep buried inside. After a moment she walked forward and started to look around "This is not the house I thought it was" she smiles as she starts to over look around. "I should have paid attention to the number thingys on the side, oops " she sounded ditzy enough without making it over done.

Stepping over ivy and long vegetation that grew without limitations, she approached the gate and looked to pass. "I think its like another block over" 

He continued to walk toward her, his frame slighter wider than Melaeth’s, a muscular build, and the same intensity in his green eyes. “Perhaps you should have rang first,” he said, turning to look at the bell by the gate. “It’s the polite thing to do.” He then offered her a smile, a slightly mischievous smile.

Family as in the Kingdom? or his real family? I guess I’ll do the latter since most people know the Inner Circle. And since I rarely speak about them, I’m going to go all out! :D

The Vin’derarr family consists of five people (including Ratty if he still lived with them): 

Parents: Sarnathan and Galleria 

Sarnathan grew up a proud Quel’dorei with the idea that men were stronger and necessary for the survival of the race. He raised his children this way. He worked as a guard in the city before and after the Scourge. Today he is retired, sitting around his home, reading and attempting to continue guiding his son in his blood knight studies. Sarnathan was never nobility, but he lives as if he was. He is still disappointed in the loss of his younger son and has so much to tell him if he was alive. While he doesn’t blame himself for his son’s death, he does feel as if he is missing that closure that will help him live better.

Galleria is his wife, a kind hearted woman who lives for her family. She learned to be a cook and she was head chef at a prominent restaurant until the Scourge attack, however, she was already wavering since her son’s supposed death. Afterward, she was hired as a sous chef for many years. Her son’s disappearance and death took a toll on her. She stopped talking after an argument with her husband. This inability to communicate caused her to retire. Today, she caters parties and events with a small staff of loyal employees, but she stays home most of her time.

They had three children: Mathavaen, Daeli, and Melaeth

Mathavaen is a blood knight. He’s an egomaniac, self-absorbed, self-serving knight who does what he can to linger below the radar in order to maintain his corrupt ways. A womanizer, a drunk, and heartless, Mathavaen is his father’s pride and joy. Sarnathan looks away when the Mathavaen is wrong and praises when he is successful. Mathavaen didn’t care that his brother was dead although current news has him wondering if he’s actually alive. If he is, Mathavaen has a desperate need to get rid of his already dead brother.

Daeli is the middle child. She is a priestess and studies mental health. Being a female, her father was not exactly pleased with her existence, but he dealt with her. Daeli learned compassion and hard work from her mother and when her younger brother was born, she took care of him and made sure he was ready for whatever their father threw at him. She always believed her younger brother was alive. She would spend hours outside, hoping to find him and lure him home. Current news has her accepting that her beliefs were correct and now her goal is to bring her brother home and help him heal. 

Melaeth is the Rat King. He was dead to the family until recently, although not seeing him makes it hard to believe that he is truly alive. He was closest to his mother and sister, even though his father believed Melaeth was the one who would be the most successful. He hates his father and brother and wants to see them dead.

She had been sitting on her bed since she got home from the temple. The blonde woman stared at three similar pictures she had cut out of the magazine and kept reading the brief description over and over. “You are alive, little brother!” The woman smiled and giggled like a little girl, excited as she reached for one of the pictures, holding it tightly against her chest. “We’ve been looking for you for years!” She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Well, I have. Everyone else thought you were dead, but look at you! You’re not only alive, you have grown and you’re a kind and helpful person!” She read the brief description over and over, smiling at the idea that her own brother helped those in need.

Daeli laughed happily and she bounced off her bed, grabbing her brother’s picture and twirling around. “You cut your hair, little brother! I miss your long hair. You had beautiful hair.” She stopped at her dresser and looked in the mirror. “I need to find him. Mother wants to see him!” She looked down at the picture in her hand and contemplated for a few seconds and nodded. “I will request for time from the temple and I will go find you!” The very thought of starting a search party for her brother excited the blonde woman. She laughed and twirled around in her room once more, kissing her brother’s pictures. Daeli smiled and jumped back onto her bed when she stopped and screamed.

Leaning against her bedroom doorframe stood Mathavaen, her older brother. With a sigh, Daeli waved him off. “You scared me, brother.”

“This is disgusting,” he said, walking into her room and toward her bed. He reached for one of the pictures and shook his head. “He’s dead, Daeli.”

“No! If he were dead, there would not be any pictures! Look at him, Math! He looks like us! He’s missing his long, beautiful hair, but that’s him! That’s Melaeth!”

“Melaeth is dead!” Mathavaen crumpled the picture and threw it at his sister. “Stop making plans to find him! You’re making mother sick.”

Startled, Daeli’s brilliant green eyes widened. “Shut up! Mother wants to see her son! You just don’t want us to find him!”

“No, I don’t want you to even start looking! Just because you see a picture of someone who claims to be our brother does not mean it’s him! He has been gone for over twenty years or more! What makes you think this imbecile is him?”

The slender woman glared at her brother. She slipped off her bed and approached him. “How dare you!” Her fists were tight to her side and without thinking, she raised her hand and slapped her brother. “Just shut up!”

Mathavaen growled and reached for her shoulders, gripping them tightly. “You need to be put in your place, sister.” He shoved her, throwing her onto the floor. “How dare you slap me? I am your brother!”

“You’re a heartless beast!”

He laughed and shook his head. “You know, I’ll take it back. I’ll help you find our supposed little brother.” He walked toward his sister, who backed away on the floor. “I’ll find him. And I’ll make sure he stays as dead as he was twenty years ago.” His boot stepped on her hem of her white dress.

Tugging to free herself, Daeli glared at her brother. “You wouldn’t dare! He’s your brother!”

“He’s my dead brother, Daeli! Are you so stupid that you cannot understand that? Just because someone took his name and possible picture for attention in a magazine does not mean that it’s him!” Mathavaen shook his head and laughed softly at his sister. “You’re so pathetic. I should have father lock you up in your room for the rest of your life.” His eyes widened and he smiled, “Or...or maybe you’ve lost it, just like our little brother. Maybe you should go to a hospital for mental patients, like Melaeth did. Madness must run in our family, don’t you think? It’s a shame the old asylum burned down and all they have are hospitals. They would have really taken care of you.”

Daeli’s eyes filled with tears and she backed away, clutching the crumpled magazine page close to her heart. “You’re a monster...” she whispered.

“And you’re pathetic. You’re only going to make mother even sicker. The damn woman can’t even speak anymore. Go ahead, Daeli. Kill her with these stupid thoughts that her son is back from the dead. Both of you are weak enough to believe stupidity like this.” Mathavaen laughed and shook his head, long blond strands falling over this shoulders. “I’ll find this imposter. I’m sure others have heard of him in the city. And when I do, I’ll make sure you’re present when I kill him. Then you can say you witnessed your brother’s death.”

“If he’s an imposter, then he wouldn’t be my brother...”

“Then we can put all this bullshit behind us!” Mathavaen laughed. “And you can go back to being your normal self, instead of dancing with pictures of a man who you think is your fucking brother!” He walked up to her, and stomped his boot at her feet. Daeli squealed and hid her face, thinking her brother was going to strike her. “Stupid girl.” He turned around and reached for the last picture on the bed. He folded it and walked out of her room, slamming the door.