DWC – 31May – Day 1 – Gloom | Allure
World of Warcraft fanfiction for @daily-writing-challenge event DWC
Upon entering the Voidstorm for the first time, I knew two things: Arthas and I would stick to tea from here on out to keep a clear head, and it was beautiful.
I heard our associated Voidwalker Hathgore agree. And then the vague whispers. In my mind? Outside? It was an unclear distinction even at the most mundane of times, the way we worked.
“Alright, you two,” I told them. “Can you do me a favour and speak and think very clearly so I know it’s you?”
“Hear them, too, do you?” Arthas asked in my mind. Clearly, and easily discerned still, thank the Light.
“Mhm. Alright. Hathgore, just to be clear. Within the terms of our contract, you’ve always been free and you’re still free. If you want to go out and play and explore the place, you can. But I’d ask for protection for us and our group if you agree. And a bit of guidance.”
Hathgore let out an ethereally grumbling chuckle. “You need help. You’re tourists. I stay.”
“Don’t listen to the whispers,” he added helpfully.
“You know,” Arthas said, “There is nothing about my previous existence that I miss. Nothing at all. But it sure was nice to be immune to this. Then you came and disrupted it all with all your future and possibilities. Much like this.”
I brushed against him with my mind. “Won’t apologise for that. It’s pretty though, isn’t it?”
“Of course you’d think so. It’s not bad, but I prefer daylight.”
I laughed. “Me too, don’t worry. Not about to suggest joining the void elves here.”
A magical tug from Hathgore drew our attention to somewhere in the distance. “You should meet the people there. You’ll like them.”
I turned my attention to Arthas. “Will we like them? What do you think?”
Tinged with amusement, Arthas pondered the question, then asked Hathgore: “More importantly: Will they like us? In a way we’ll approve of. Not in whatever twisted way they think of here.”
Hathgore pondered as well, then the tug shifted direction slightly. “That one will. Let Lorsirain talk first. The domanaar will like the intellectual. I stay around, for safety.”
After a short consultation barely interrupted by the whispers, we decided we had always built our work with other planes on a mutually amicable basis, so nothing could be gained here by not allowing ourselves to like anything at all.
Decimus ended up as a good friend. The previous group Hathgore had indicated, we had to eliminate. Possibilities always came with rejection. The most alluring thing about the Void to me was always how much it was like our plane, except daring to be honest.