I felt bad with the OC way I left everything, so I have decided to wrap-up the story icly. This doesn't mean I am coming back, it is simply closure that I needed, and I figured others might want too.))
He lay upon the bower formed by the husks of two felled trees, thinking. Raelaryn was alone, as he had been since abruptly leaving Silvermoon many months ago. He knew he had hurt many with his disappearance, but he figured they were better off. Slowly, the names came to him as if in a dream - Rowyn, Valmarian, Rinen, Aislan, Faith, Farrwyn, Sairalis, Senicuss, Lysanthir, Korus, Seiwind, Astrias, Demias, Tyverus, etc. The sparkling lights of the stars above glared down as if they were accusing eyes of those he'd abandoned.
He stood, his ragged robes tearing a bit more. The chill wind off the glaciers to the north blew into the Grizzly Hills, causing Rael to pull the tattered garments closer together. His body felt the cold, he didn't. All he felt was the heat.Â
A muttered spell opened a portal, and Rael strode through it purposefully. He knew where he was going, what was waiting there.Â
Shadowmoon Valley was as desolate and abandoned as ever. The odd felboar, grunting, wandered through the dust blowing from the Hand of Gul'dan. Rael smiled into this view, he was home.Â
A day's walk brought him to the entrance of the temple. Abandoned, supposedly, but he knew better. They were still there. The Illidari. The demons, the ones who cost him everything. They had defined his life since his father had followed the mad Prince into the portal, pulling his three children along. It was time to see an end to it.
Raelaryn walked in purposefully. No demon, no worshiper, stopped him. They followed in his wake, curious as to what the blood elf in his tattered robes, no staff, no weapon, pale with sunken burning eyes wanted. He reached the center chamber, where the commanders of this cell waited.Â
"Runeweaver, I never thought I'd see you here willingly," the middle figure said. "I see you, here, wasted away. Have you finally come to your senses?"
Raelaryn chuckled mirthlessly. "I suppose I have, Ithracis. You say you see me, see what I have become?" Raelaryn shook his head. "I don't think you ever saw me Ithracis. Not now, not when we flew about Nagrand on you wyrvern, laughing, kissing, being together. You never saw, not then, and not when you fell...." Rael trailed off.
"Didn't I? I saw what it would take to break you, to bring you to me, to the true path," the figure identified as Ithracis said smugly. "You're here now, mine, and with you, we'll finally have Shattrath."
Rael looked up then, tilting his head, studying his former lover. "I was right, you never saw me. Even now, all you see is your blind ambition, your naked lusts. But I see you Ithracis. I see you, your Illidari, your plans, your dreams. I see all that, and one other thing."
Ithracis stood and walked over to Rael, towering over the thin figure the formerly proud noble was. "Oh, Raelaryn, you see all that, huh? I think you're deluded. And what's this one other thing? Another lie you tell yourself?"
"No, Ithracis, not a lie. It's the same thing I've always seen," Rael said quietly, as he leaned forward and wrapped his gaunt arms around the larger elf's waist. Ithracis bent down to hear him better as Raelaryn whispered in his ear, "I see...fire."
And then all any one could see was red, orange and white.
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