Time Running Out
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Illadryn scowled, a deep expression filled with anger and upset. In his mind, a little voice pleaded for him not to be stubborn, to accept Illidanās presence for one last time. But his pride overrode it. Why would Illidan care that he - some fake - was leaving the land of the living?
āShan maybe, him no,ā he said firmly, a sharp sting to his voice.Ā āHe made it very clear how he sees me, and Iāll not prove him right by how I look now.ā
He reached out for Tyrandeās hand, his features resetting to a look of sorrow.
āI cannot apologise enough for this my love⦠I hope you can forgive me for storming into your life and now being stupid enough to end up falling out of it⦠I never should have absorbed so much mana from the Nightwell⦠But I hope you understand why I did. I wanted to save everyone⦠To be the hero I was always groomed to be and stop the Legion so you donāt have to see any more elves suffer. I always said, no sacrifice is too great if it brings an end to them⦠And I suppose that means me as well.ā
āFine whatever. If he gets on my ass about it Iām having Elune tell you to tell him it was your idea.ā She says less amused than she was initially. By now she was legitimately upset and about ready to pull the moon goddess out of the sky herself.
āWell you are famous for being impulsive arenāt you? But I am not so easy to give up. I havenāt exhausted all of my resources yet and I will not stop until I do.ā She looks back towards the door and thinks about storming out now, about calling down a lunar storm to force the answers she wants but she knows better.Ā
She runs a caring hand over his and is determined to no make this the last time. She is Tyrande Whisperwind, chosen of Elune and she will make the very heaven bow to her will if thatās what it takes to make things ok.
āIf you are alright with my leaving I will go summon Shanarra.āĀ
āAnd.ā She thinks to herself.Ā āHave a talk with the First Arcanist.āĀ













