The Long WalkEdit
He yawned and stretched, rolling over to where his mate should’ve been. Sadly he found his arms empty. Bolting from the floor, he was grabbing his gear with a growl of frustration. Wolf’s Rage snarled to life with a crackle of fire as he picked it up from the ground. The blade mirroring the anger in its wielder.
He growled loudly in frustration as he began to pace around the empty arena in agitation. After having crossed blades with pirates and their kind, knowing what he had in his pouch, he couldn’t bear to think of his mate as missing.
He almost ran her over as she walked back into the arena. “Where have you been?” he growled.
She looked up at him, with her sad green eyes. “The spirits were restless tonight. They called to me. You were sleeping so peacefully, it would be a crime to wake you.” she whispered back, a small whimper crawling into her throat.
“You have to tell me where you go.” he growled angrily. “If you walk, I need to know where.”
She looked down at the ground with a small whimper. “Don’t you think...” she whimpered.
“No. No I don’t.” he growled, and placed his hand under her chin, lifting it up to look at his face. “You are all I have, you are all I need. If something were to happen to you, my life wouldn’t be worth living.” he whispered. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. His massive arms, wrapping around her and pulling her close to him. “Since we are both up, we may as well start our trek.” he looked up as the sliver of the moon, danced behind some clouds.
She nodded, he could feel her head moving against his chest. “So what did the spirits say tonight?” he asked as he grabbed her hand and began to walk through Orgrimmar to the Zepplin tower.
She sighed. “They are restless. So many people, have been ignoring my words, my warnings. The spirits are angry at this.” she looked up at him, and smiled lightly.
“Then the people who ignore your warnings are fools.” he said with a smile and nod to her. He squeezed her hand as they walked in silence.
She made it as far as the zeppelin tower overlooking Brill. She stood at the bottom, as countless people passed her by. She tried looking at them, as they walked past but so many faces, so many strangers. Her little legs quivered in indecision. She knew she was doing the right thing, but she was scared. So instead she simply gripped the arm of her teddy bear tighter and watched men and women walk past her without a second glance.
The pair made their way from the zeppelin down the stairs to the main room of the tower. Kaiie stopped in shock. There at the bottom of the stairs, was a ghost. A ghost of a little girl. Their eyes met, her eyes were so full of pain, hurt and sorrow. Kaiie had to swallow hard for her not to vomit at the grotesque sight that the little girl had become.
The girl stood in an ever growing pool of her own blood. Blood ran freely down her arms and legs. Her mouth had been stitched shut to prevent screaming at one point, the thread was no longer there, but the scars from the needle holes still were. She clenched tightly to her only friend, a blood soaked bear, its head was the only thing that was still brown. Her small nightgown was a deep crimson, only the shoulders were still the original color, a faded pink. The girls chest was a hollow cavity, much like the abominations the forsaken used for their guards. With delicate care the monster responsible for her condition, had gone through great lengths to keep her alive until her heart was removed.
“You can see me?” the little girl asked quietly.
Kaiie simply nodded in horror. Zyberahk stopped, not because he wanted to, because his mate refused to move from her spot. He tried tugging on her hand, but she simply refused to move from her rooted spot, her gaze transfixed on a bare spot of stone floor.
“Then, then can you help me?” she asked hopefully.
Kaiie nodded, as she regained her composure. She had never encountered a spirit quite like this one. “Yes, yes I can try and help you.” she whispered back.
“Who are you talking to Kaiie?” Zyberahk asked befuddled.
She turned and looked at Zyberahk, almost as if for the first time. She slowly placed her index fingers to his lips. “Shhh” she whispered. With no more words, she looked back the little girl.
“What do you need done.” Kaiie whispered to the spirit.
“M...my daddy is bad. He is going to hurt more people. He is gonna help hurt..” she closed her eyes and thought hard for a moment. “He is gonna help hurt another child. I have to save them, bu....bu...but I don’t know how.” she said sniffling.
“Do you know where, the child is?” Kaiie asked.
The little girl shook her head. “No. It is....unborn. That is what the green lady said.”
“Unborn?!” Kaiie exclaimed in shock. “Shunasun’s child.”
The little girl’s eyes sparkled for a moment. She nodded. “Uh-huh. That is the name, I couldn’t remember. Will you help me save her?” she asked expectantly.
She paused a moment. There was so many things swirling around the dark visions she saw. So many secrets, some of which, like this one, lay untouched until now. The darkness that was sweeping along, had threatened to drag them with it. She stood at the precipice overlooking the gnawing darkness. If she did nothing, there was no guarantee that her and her mate would be safe. If they helped, if they interfered with the darkness, there was no guarantee, that they would survive. She whimpered lightly as she stared into the swirling darkness, awaiting to claim her and her very soul.
She closed her eyes and nodded at the little girl. “We will help you.” she said. Hoping that she was making the right choice.