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WoW - The Present

(( #Fictober18 Prompt #15: “I thought you had forgotten.” World of Warcraft/Original characters ))

Arancon made his way along the path, carefully carrying the box in his hands. He had ridden his motorcycle as far as he could with the box in the sidecar, but his son did not live along any sort of traditional road. Instead, a path wound through the forest to his small home in the woods. It was easy to pass by, even while on the path, as it was hidden by thick trees and underbrush.

Still, it wasn’t too far out. Arancon was sure he must have heard the machine as it neared. Aeramin must already know he was coming. He followed a break in the underbrush which opened up to a clearing.

A movement of the curtain in the window confirmed his suspicion, and moments later the door opened, and Aeramin peeked out. He looked confused and raised a brow as Arancon neared.

“What are you doing here?”

“Happy birthday! I brought a cake from the school, and there’s a present in there for you too.”

Aeramin twitched an ear. “It’s almost dark. I thought you had forgotten like you have in the past.”

“But I didn’t.”

“Imralion already brought a cake back from the city.”

“Terellion’s cakes are just as good.”

“Terellion didn’t make any cake today. Not that I know of anyway. I saw Hethurin eating lettuce.”

“Really? I guess I’m lucky I asked for it a day ahead of time. Did Imralion get your favorite flavor?”

Aeramin looked at him doubtfully. “Maybe, and I doubt you did.” Despite his words, he held the door open and let Arancon inside. Arancon placed the box on the dining table, turning to notice Imralion observing from his usual armor polishing spot in the sitting room. He kept his attention on Aeramin. “So, open it! Be careful, the cake is in there too.”

Aeramin rolled his eyes and went to the table to undo the ribbons on the box. “You know, you didn’t have to. I know you must normally go to bed at this hour.”

It was true. He usually went to bed early with Anorelle so that they could get up and get to the ranger building in time for her patrol. Except now, they didn't patrol. She and Nessna were both expecting and both were off patrol, probably until they took their leaves and returned. They were doing other things that didn’t involve so much walking, sometimes working on the patrol schedule and other times they would do a mini-patrol of the town and things like that. Nessna still liked to get a very early start though.

“Anorelle told me to wake her up to let her know I got back okay.”

“I bet she did,” Aeramin replied, sounding unimpressed. He opened the top of the box and lifted out the cake. His tone instantly changed as he exclaimed, “Where did you get someone to make this?”

“I told you, Terellion.”

“I hope you didn’t tell him the story behind it.”

“I kind of had to,” Arancon admitted. Terellion had asked far too many questions about the strange request.

Imralion had wandered closer to the dining room now and looked in with a questioning gaze. “Are those real mushrooms or candy mushrooms?”

“They better be real.” Aeramin picked one off and put it in his mouth. “Yep, real.”

Imralion looked like he wanted to ask more questions but didn’t know where to start so he just crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

Arancon tried to explain without using too many words. Aeramin was already looking back in the box. “Maena made it for him once because he really loved mushrooms.”

Aeramin added as he lifted an item wrapped in paper out of the box, “It was right before we moved to Silvermoon. It even looks the same.”

“As I recall, you picked off all the mushrooms and forgot to eat the cake,” Arancon added further as Aeramin unwrapped the other item. He glanced at Imralion. “It’s normal cake, it just has mushrooms poked into the frosting.”

“I see,” Imralion said. He still didn’t sound like he really understood, but there was no more time to discuss it.

The second gift was opened. Aeramin looked at the framed drawing of himself and Imralion. “Who did this?”

“I did. I know it’s not as good as your mother could have done. I did that one just for practice, but I thought it came out nice. I thought maybe you’d like it.”

“It’s really good, Arancon. Thank you.” Aeramin put it down to give his father a hug.

Arancon returned it and said, “I’d like to be able to stay longer, but I need to go get some sleep. Nessna isn’t happy if Anorelle is late, and she always blames me for keeping her. Happy birthday again.”

“Thanks, Ann’da.”

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Naren - Sober

(( Original Fiction - Knights of Naren - #Fictober Day 23 Prompt: This is not new, it only feels like it ))

Clarity. He strived for it. His mind was muddled though he hadn’t had a drink in four days. His traveling companions had stopped just for him despite the danger. They had been heading north, but now there was talk about doubling back and going south.

They might all be dead if they did that.

His sons. His wife. No, she was gone. She’d been gone for years now. Where was a drink when it was needed? He wanted to forget.

His companions kept telling him there wasn’t any, and that he would need to be sober to face what was to come. He didn’t even know their names. One of them had said his name. What was it? Did the others say theirs too? How much had he missed? Was he going to remember the thoughts he was having now later or would he forget them too?

The blond one came to him with some water. He walked strangely, but it was only now that Arancon noticed why as the other elf’s silhouette moved in the light of the campfire. He had a prosthetic leg.

The other blond, the one with the curls, sat at the campfire eating something. It made Arancon’s stomach churn just to watch so he turned away.

“Here’s some water. How are you feeling?” the first blond asked as he knelt next to where Arancon lay.

“Awful,” Arancon muttered.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t new. It only feels like it. Your body is getting used to being sober again.”

“It would be easier just to have a drink.”

“I don’t think it would be a good idea to venture into town just for alcohol right now. Besides, I’d feel better if everyone with us was alert.”

“I’m not very alert right now,” Arancon mumbled after taking a sip of the water.

“It’ll pass. You’ll be fine. You’ll see. Then we’ll head towards safety.”

“Huh, and where is that?”

“We’re still trying to determine that.”

Arancon sipped the water again then looked at the blond, “What was your name again?”

“Sunashe. You need to be ready to walk a bit soon, okay.”

Arancon nodded. There wasn’t much point in arguing. It sounded like the decision had already been made. He took one more sip of the water, then closed his eyes as Sunashe got up and walked back to the fire.

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More quick couple sketches. Arancon and Maena are the blood elves, and Jaellynn and Tathariel are the night elves.

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The Winter Ball

Aeramin glanced up as his father sat down at his table. He had chosen this table as it was out of the way and quiet. It wasn’t near the food tables nor was it near where other people had chosen to sit. Most importantly, it was far from Imralion. He flicked an ear as he resumed bouncing the baby on his knee, causing her to squeal in delight. She loved watching all the people dance. Aeramin watched…

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Arancon Firewind in #77 from the palette challenge.

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A Break from Practice

Arancon Firewind raised his bow and drew back the string. He took aim at the target. “Keep your elbow up,” a familiar voice called out from behind him. Arancon paused and raised his elbow a little higher following Sunashe’s instruction before focusing on his aim once more. He let loose the arrow sending it to the target with a thud. His aim wasn’t perfect yet, but it had gotten better. The arrow…

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Diving

“Are you sure you won’t help?” Sunashe asked as he pulled himself up on the muddy bank of the river.

“I am helping.” Arancon looked up from his book he was reading under a nearby tree. He knew his friend wasn’t the best swimmer, but he had been in luck that the rains hadn’t been too heavy over the past few days. While there had been a drizzle now and then, the river was lazy and calm which meant…

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