No Redemption
((Wrote this at 4a.m. sorry for typos and if grammar is bad. It’s a reply basically to Pent and Lini’s Story though I been meaning to write it for a while now. Enjoy! The Flashback is part of Elksy’s story from forever ago! here’s a link.http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/13272427196#1 ))
The smell of arcane dust, garbage, and the most overbearing of all, crap, was all Tarenor could smell. The Sewers beneath Dalaran was the same as he had left it when he was in the Crusade. Except this time no respectful sparring in the rings, no unity against a common enemy. Just a few Horde that were "Tolerated" and the ever watchful gaze of the Silver Covenant. For a few weeks now his battalion has been stationed in the viper's den on orders from the Spire to aid against these monstrosities plaguing the continent.
But it wasn't the monsters that kept him up this night and or any night since it happened. It was the monster that use to be his High Commander. The Monster who use to be his friend and partner.
He walked down an empty pipe that didn't smell as bad as the others, looking for one of the openings. finally he was at the end of the line.
He stood on the precipice looking out into the sky above Crystalsong Forest, thousands of feet in the air yet he stood on the very edge without a hint of fear and took in a big intake of crapless air.
The Cure wasn't just what we gathered. there was more. It required the one thing I still held sacred. The one thing I would rather DIE then harm.
Tare's eyebrows furrowed. As Liniadel's words went over in his head. he had tried again and again, to think of any way of justifying it, What options there might have been. What her mindset was. But to no avail, She went farther then any person should go. Even her. And there's no brushing this aside, no way to justify it. Lives were on the line but to go that far it was Evil.
Then why are you still alive?
His own words this time.
When they talked together she didn't know, she almost began to cry, he could see her eyes beginning to fill. Part of him wanted to hug her, make this woman who has been iron all the years they have work together, begin to rust, to make it go away. But he could not.
And so he turned his back on her and that night she disappeared.
The wind blew up from the south caressing his face as though to say It will all work out. It would not though. But other things he did hear in his mind.
And don’t forget how far we’ll go.
His own words again, he couldn't place it yet, but what he felt was pride, then overwhelming guilt and saddness. He looked north towards the Argent Tourney grounds and finally remembered.
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The snows fell inside the Tournament Arena on the Battalion's anniveresy. Sha'Qelas was in chains, Ahri'nu Felo'dal and her Bloodknights taking her away.
"You’re in charge, Tarenor." She finally said. "Take care of them."
"We’ll get this fixed." Tarenor quickly nodded, stepping forward. "I swear it-"
"Don’t worry about fixing this." Liniadel quickly interjected. "Worry about keeping the Highguard alive. That’s what a leader does..."
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She was right. Except this time, there was no fixing this. There was no going back. She would pay for what she did, whether by his hand or not.
Tarenor Swiftdawn pulled out Sha'Qelas' greatsword that rested on his back and eyed it. he touched the tip with his thumb and immediately pulled it back, a tiny drop of crimson blood formed. He sneered silently to himself and ran the blade gently over his palm, the steel slicing his hand's skin, then placed his bloody hand on the flat of the blade.
Never again, This I vow. There will be no Redemption.
