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How could she, really? For how long has she planned this? After everything he’s done for her and the sick bastard of her uncle, she didn’t only dare lie to him, of all people—because for the Stareye’s secrecies, Illidan’s grown sadly accustomed to already. And he could forgive another of her lies, but going through something as big as an engagement and keep it hidden; that’s something bigger, something worse.

It’s betrayal.

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In truth and if Silgryn must be completely sincere, nobody—least of all, Mylenne and Illidan—is prepared for the rising tides that are about to come over them all. In some way, not even himself is. However, if he’s to be the only one making a real stand against the most powerful Sorceress of the Empire, then by all means, he will atone for everything he’s done and step firmly and proudly into the very eye of the storm.

Knowledge can’t fight beauty, that’s for sure. But you can rest assured, Drie, I will keep your daughter safe and sound. Even if I have to pay the ultimate price for it, the Starsurge will come to happen…

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“Look, sweetie, you have absolutely no need to lie to me. I’m not stupid, I know you’ve been thinking about him probably for the whole dinner,” She doesn’t have the faintest idea how Hargo manages to keep that soft smile on his face while he speaks, how he still appears so collected and serene as always—being just as incredible as much as deeply concerning. “I’ve grown to know that smile on your face when you do so. And you think about him even more often than you realize,” A knowing look crosses his golden gaze as he faces her once again, “You talk in your sleep, did you know that?”

Her heart misses a beat for a fleeting moment. He knows, he’s always known—probably even before herself.

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My beautiful boy Hargo from Starsurge practicing at the Stronghold. 

[ Illidan Stormrage (Young) | Hargo’then | Arluin | Desdel Stareye ]

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Literally all there ever is - and will be - about Hargo'then, one of my popular characters on Starsurge.

From Knaak’s War of the Ancients trilogy, The Well of Eternity.

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[...] “Maiev hasn't changed,” A slight bitter tone in Mylenne’s voice gives her away, one of Hargo’s thin cobalt eyebrows quirking up in curiosity. “She still hasn’t come to tolerate you or Illidan. Not even Lothrius, and we both know he’s just as harmless as a cub,” She wants to snort as if to lighten the mood, but all that comes out is a funny wheeze—unease and concern already pooling around her gut. “That worries me…”

Hargo scoots closer when her face scrunches, surely knowing she may be in need of some comfort, cradling one of her hands in his and making them rest in his lap. “You think she will sooner or later make you choose between us and her, isn’t it?” Comes his guessing, and while Mylenne hesitates for a moment, eventually she settles for nodding, if with some reluctance. “Mmh, I imagined so. Can’t help with feeling sorry for her, though,”

His last comment prompts her attention back to his pensive face, violet brows cinching, “Huh? How so?”

Surprisingly—and with some concern from Mylenne’s part—it’s him who looks away from her, glancing at the starry sky before them with all the serenity in the world. “Well, from what I’ve seen, you already made your choice a little while ago, Myl…” Hargo points out, relaxing further on the bench.

Mylenne tries to keep her breath from hitching, although it’s not much she can really do as a sense of discomfort takes a grip of her, batting her hand away from his lap in an act of reflex. There’s no need from Hargo to be more explicit as his comment clings above them both, the meaning more than obvious.

She feels entitled to say something back, but she can’t figure out a proper excuse before Hargo shakes his head. “Look, you have absolutely no need to lie to me. I’m not stupid, I know you’ve been thinking about him probably for the whole dinner,” She doesn’t have the faintest idea how he manages to keep that soft smile on his face while he speaks, how he still appears so collected and serene as always—being just as incredible as much as deeply concerning. “I’ve grown to know that smile on your face when you do so. And you think about him even more often than you realize,” A knowing look crosses his golden gaze as he faces her once again, “You talk in your sleep, did you know that?”

Her heart misses a beat for a fleeting moment. He knows, he’s always known—probably even before herself.