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She has always known the Embereye Estate to be a beautiful and impenetrable place. Safe. Home. She is not allowed to claim her name yet, going by her fatherâs Seabough instead. Something about a scary man that would hurt her. She isnât scared of anything though.
Thereâs a cold in the air. Not like Grandma Serawynâs magic; this is angry and hateful power that licks at the walls of the estate, the horizon of QuelâDanas.
Her bedroom door opens. She sees her father, one of themâthe one whose name she has. Fenrinâs dark complexion is full of fear like Velerith has never seen, but she is not afraid.
âVel,â he says, soft and breathless. âCome along, it is time to goââ
âWhat about Dad?â Velerith asks. âHe hasnât come back from Silvermoonââ
Fenrinâs eyes water for reasons Velerith doesnât understand. But she is not afraid. He gently pulls her arms to him, hoisting her into a hug as he carries her through the estate. Outside the windows, she sees a frigid storm, utterly unlike any weather thatâs ever struck QuelâDanas.
âDaddy?â she calls to her father. âWhere is Dad?â
âI can tell you soon,â Fenrin manages. âBut we have to go now.â
The front doors open, and a buffeting, freezing wind tears through both elvesâ clothes and hair. Fenrin secures a hand to the back of Velerithâs head and presses on, flanked by a pair of residence guardsmen.
âIs Lady Embereyeâs apprentice safe?â one asks him.
âYes, she is wellâplease, take us from here.â
âAt once, Sir Seabough.â
Velerith watches the dark and cold isle. She hears magic and screams, and she knows the fighting has reached the Isle. She is not afraid.
âI can help,â she tells Fenrin.
âI know you can, seabird, but first we must go.â
âBut they need us here!â
âLady Serawyn is helping. Itâll be all right.â
Velerith is sated. Her grandmother is powerful. Surely she can calm this raging ice storm.
They board a ship, guarded heavily from the carnage. Fenrin quickly ducks into one of the cabins, dropping himself into a cot and hugging Velerith tightly to himself. Velerith tucks her head under his chin, listening to the fighting and the storm outside.
âDaddy?â she calls to her father. âWill Dad be here soon?â
Fenrin only breathes a ragged breath. Velerith pulls herself from his chest, looking up into a face soaked in falling tears. She is not afraid.
âDaddy?â
âDad is...â He sniffles, groans at his own weeping. âDad isnât coming, seabird.â
She doesnât understand why, but she sees hopeless fear in Fenrinâs crying face. So after a moment of thought, she tells him, âIâll protect you.â
He smiles miserably, for just a moment, and then drags her back into the hug. Velerith listens to him as he tries not to cry, and just lays silently in his hold. She isnât afraid, but she wishes she could make him unafraid too.
Time passes. Then there is commotion above deck, sailors scrambling to raise the masts and shove off the Isle. Fenrin stirs, his eyes full of fear. Unwilling to leave Velerithâs side, he carries her back into the storming open, searching feverishly for something.
âExcuse me!â he calls to one of the sailors, decorated nicer than the rest. A firstmate? A captain? âWhere is Lady Serawyn?â
The sailorâs face falls. âIâIâm sorry, Sir Seabough. She...â
Velerith can tell they will not be specific with her right there. She can also tell that whateverâs happened to her grandmother is horrible, because Fenrinâs grief comes crashing back.
âOh, Light,â he cries. âI...ââ
Velerithâs ears prick up. âDaddy! Daddy, I feel her!â
âWhat? Seabird, shushââ
âI feel Lady Serawyn!â
As Velerith shouts it, the entire ship lurches with a horrible groan. Fenrin falls, shielding his daughter from the crash. As he looks up, ice crawls over the deck, creeping in from the edges of the ship. His heart sinks.
âItâs Lady Serawyn!â Velerith says. âItâs her magic! I feel it!â
âSeabirdââ
âLook!!â
Velerith Blinks herself free, stopped from running to the edge of the ship only by Fenrinâs mortified scream. She stops and whirls back to him, a flicker of shock and apology on her face. She didnât mean to make him scream like thatâ
âOh, no,â a sailor wheezes.
âArthasâhe tookââ
Velerith turns around, and walking over a landing of ice isâher grandmother. But not. Something is wrong. Sheâs too coldâ
âGramma?â Velerith calls.
Their eyes meet, for a moment, and Velerith swears she feels ice crystallizing within her. The next thing she knows, Fenrin has retrieved her, fleeing back behind the remaining soldiers on the ship as they mournfully raise their weapons.
âLady Serawyn,â one soldier musters, his voice weak with grief. âIt cannot be. Pleaseââ
More people climb upon the ice landing. Elves, humans, dwarvesâall with the same dead, haunting eyes.
When Serawyn speaks, Velerith hears it as one would see their reflection in broken glass. A dozen voices, all hers, all slightly not hers.
âSurrender,â she coldly orders. âThis vessel is to be delivered to the Cult of the Damned. There, your fate awaits.â
âGramma??â Velerith calls, distress at last piercing her heart like the ice infesting her veins.
Fenrin immediately hugs her tightly to himself. She tremblesânot quite afraid. Confused; upset.
âWhatâs wrong with her?â she asks him. âWhy is she so cold?â
She knows the face he makes when he doesnât know how to explain. Serawyn ushers theâthe prisoners?âdown into the lowest level of the ship.
There, they are held captive.
Days pass at sea. The breeze steadily gets colder, colder than Velerith has ever feltâand dark. Fenrinâs skin grays with hunger, as do many of the few elves trapped with them. But she is eight, and when they ask her to eat what little food they can scrape out of the supplies around them, she does.
People with the haunting eyes come and go. Velerith sees a few humans, and one elf with skin falling apart, no eyes at all in her head...
âShe looks dead,â Velerith whispers to her father. Fenrin only hugs her tightly.
Slowly, elves disappear, and always with commotion. Screams and pleas, and bloodshed if the knights with the haunting eyes grow irritable. Fenrin shields her eyes each time, until the night he canât. Until the night they try to take him.
âNo!â Velerith screams, held back by another prisoner. âNo, thatâs my daddy! Give him back!!â
The knight ignores her, or triesâVelerith is hungry, tired, and gone ignored for countless days. She snaps, and when she does, fire explodes from the hand she throws out.
It scorches the knightâs eye, causing him to shriek and drop Fenrin. He scrambles away, quickly pulled in by the other prisoners, as the knight whirls on Velerith.
She stops. Beyond all his decay are scars, burns older than the one sheâs inflicted on him.
She thinks she understands what her father felt when he saw Serawyn now. âDad?â
Daurian sneers, and grabs Velerith by the collar of her tunic. She screams and thrashes, but she is small, and he cuts off the other prisoners from helping with a wall of blue, dead fire.
He drags her above deck, and to one end of the ship. Effortless, he hauls her whole body over the edge, as she clings to his arm.
âDad!â she cries. âItâs me, Dad! Itâs Velerith! Itâs your seabird!!â
And he hesitates. Velerithâs heart bursts with hope.
âYouâre in there,â she weeps. âYouâre still my dadââ
âSilence,â he orders.
âNuh uh! My dad never says âsilenceâ!â Velerith punches his steeled arm. âWho are you?! The weird voice using my dadâs body! Who are you!â
âI will throw you to the sea, girl!â
âThen do it, dummy! You canât, can you? My dad is too strong for you, huh? Heâs the strongest ever! I knew heâd come baââ
Suddenly, Daurian yanks her back onto the deck, and throws her across it. She yelps, shielding her fall with the burst of a frost barrier, like her grandmother taught herâ
She looks up to a blade of blue fire pointed between her eyes. Daurianâs hand trembles as he holds it. âKill her,â he says, but it sounds even less like him now. âNo mercy. Kill her. Kill her!â
She has seen grief on Fenrinâs face so many times in the last weeks; itâs easy to recognize how Daurianâs angry, struggling face still cracks with hints of it now.
âItâs okay, Dad.â
For a moment, the haunting blue in his eyes flickers. Velerithâs ears perk, sitting forward a littleâ
But the tremble in his sword arm has vanished. The cracking grief seals back up behind a stoic mask. He brings the sword back, fire crackling against the sea breezeâ
Velerith shrieks, shielding herself with her arms, but the blade does not land. Daurian cries out, the spellsword exploding into motes across the deck, a mix of the dead fire andâfrost? Velerith scrambles backwards a few feet, and bumps her back into a pair of legs.
Her eyes dart up, and above her, with an outstretched hand swirled in ice and rime, is Serawyn.
âDaurian,â she calls. Velerith can hear one voice, stronger than all the echoes. Itâs her. Itâs her grandmother.
Daurian sneers, shaking the clinging ice from his sword hand. âYou are... weak. Unfit to serve the Frozen Throne!â
âShut your mouth, princeling,â Serawyn growls back. Then her voice is soft again. âDaurian, my dear, you must fightââ
Daurian lashes out in a flurry of blue hellfire. Velerith screams again, clinging to Serawynâs leg, but the fire is squashed by a wave of the womanâs frost magic. She throws up a wall of solid ice when Daurian attempts to march closer, and then scoops Velerith into an arm.
Velerith hugs her neck. âI knew youâd come,â she weeps.
In a blink of arcane power, the pair teleport below deck. Immediately, Serawyn seals the entrance to the shipâs bowels with even more ice.
âVelerith!!â comes Fenrinâs cry.
âDaddy!â Velerith wiggles, and Serawyn lets her down without hesitation; she runs to her father and hugs him. âDaddy, I sawââ
âDonât you ever ever scare me like that again,â Fenrin scolds, no hint of anger surviving his tears. âItâs my job to protect you!â
âBut Daddy, I saw him!â Velerith says, pulling back to meet his face. âI saw Dad!â
Fenrin looks heartbroken. âSeabird, that isnâtââ
âNo, no, under the bad manâs voice!â Velerith insists. âI saw him! He didnât want to hurt me, but the bad man was making him. I saw him.â
Fenrin is clearly at a loss, but before he can argue more, he hears the motion of makeshift weapons. Looking up, he spots three elves blocking in Serawyn with a semicircle. She does not move, but her hands are unarmed and raised, and her face is twisted with what, were she alive, would be tears.
âAnd GrammaâI mean, Lady Serawyn!â Velerith says. âShe saved me!â
Fenrin sees it too. He bundles Velerith into his arms, wobbling to his feet. âW-wait, hold,â he tells the elves. â... Lady Serawyn?â
Serawynâs eyes meet Fenrinâs, and her face glows with a happiness heâs never seen the undead bear. âFenrin. Velerith...â
âHow?â Fenrin rasps. He takes a step closer, as the elves lower their weapons completely to let him through. âH-howâyou broke free?â
âI cannot explain it,â Serawyn says. âBut the vice the human princelingâs master holds over the undead has weakened. I am not the only one to break away from its control.â
Fenrin laughs in disbelief. âTh-that is... C-can we free the others? Can weââ
âI am trying,â Serawyn says. âSome are... unbreakable. But some are fraying.â
âDad,â Velerith says with serious eyes. âDad tried to stop. I saw him.â
Serawyn smiles, almost miserable. âAs did I. I can try tââ
A battle cry roars above deck, a million fractured voices at once. Daurianâs is mixed somewhere in the middle. Velerith pins her ears back, as Fenrin hugs her tight.
âYouâre going to save him too, right?â she pleads to Serawyn.
The womanâs face has gone stony with purpose, but she still musters a flicker of a smile for Velerith. âI will try. I will send some of my allies below to protect you. I hope to return with moreâDaurian included.â
So Serawyn parts the ice blocking the stairs, and several more undead are ushered in. Mostly elves, a few humansâVelerith recognizes the one with no eyes.
And they wait. Battle rages above them, and even Velerith knows not all survive or can be saved. It isnât until dawn when all has gone quiet, and no one below dares to move.
The ice barricade thaws, the armed dead ready in case itâs one of the Scourge. But itâs Serawynâs face that appears, and as the ice melts away entirely, more faces are revealed. Citizens of QuelâThalas and of Lordaeron, wrenched from death during the Scourgeâs northward march...
Here, now. Dead, but with something more than death in their eyes.
And at the back of them all, as they file in with awkward but relieved welcome, is Daurian. Head hung low, slouched. He looks tired, and ashamed.
But Velerith only feels joy. âDad!!â
It startles him to look up. At the same time, Fenrin has leapt to his feet, daughter in tow. He hurries a few steps forward and stops, as they stare in disbelief at one another.
Daurian fractures first. He cannot look away from his family, but it leaves his guilt on full display. âFenrin,â he rasps; and like Serawyn, there are several voices, but his own is the strongest. âI...â
He canât finish, because Fenrin throws himself onto the man in a weepy hug. Velerith, lovingly squished between them, hugs Daurianâs neck while Fenrin cries into his chest.
âItâs okay,â Velerith says, when all Fenrin can do is cry and Daurian stand shock still. âYouâre back.â
And Daurian melts, wrapping them both up in guilt and relief and a hug as warm as any other.
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