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Mistery	By : BurneHazard Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All content is owned by Blizzard Entertainment. I make no money from this. The characters portrayed in this work of fiction are those I created to play in World of Warcraft. This is another look into the role-play of their lives.

Chapter List
- 1-Mistery
- 2-Chapter 02
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Author's Note: It's been a long time since I've been bitten by inspiration. I don't even know what type of inspiration bit me to make this. But the ideas hit and keep coming so I figured I'd write them out. This story will only have a small tie-in with my tale "Lacrimosa of the Naih'dorei" but that story is on HIATUS! Primarily because I intend on using it as a bit of a script to make a machinima with. Already have the actors and some models set. Just gotta start in on the actual script and hard stuff. I will not be writing further on THAT story for some time. Consider this...sort of an alternate reality if you must. And on that note, I will be trying to mesh with WoW Lore as much as possible. Just remember, there are very few lore-RULES set down by Blizzard. For the most part the racial history is guidelines and I don't intend to write a damn Mary Sue.
Criticism is welcome--BUT KEEP IT CONSTRUCTIVE! If you don't like something, see something wrong, or want to correct, then TELL ME! Flames that are not providing some sort of help will be ignored and likely deleted. I love audience comments, please leave lots! Tell me what you like, and if you don't like something TELL ME WHY PLEASE! Thanks!
Warnings: Language, Violence, Gore, Sexual Encounters, Torture, Murder...I have no Beta. Aside from that, I'll try to include warnings unique to each chapter as I post them. Oh...and I AM NOT POLITICALLY CORRECT AND I'M DAMN PROUD OF IT! Don't like it? Don't read. ~wink~
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            A prevalent gloom turned what should have been a clear sky into a greenish black blanket of coal overhead. It was more as if some great wildfire raged unchecked, spewing forth smoke thick enough to block out the sun itself. But there had been no such fires and the land was still dank and dreary. This gloom was one of another sort not remotely connected by the natural fury of nature. The gloomy sky cast over twisted, skeletal trees with roots that defied a life beneath the ground at their own whim was one that lingered even years after the destruction of the Scourge and fall of the Lich King.
            Indeed, years. More than ten certainly although time always had a way of slipping from the grasp of the wanderer, but less than twenty. A very long time for so much to have happened. And quite a long time since he had last seen the ruins of what had once been a beautiful part of Quel'thalas. Oddly enough, the lack of change in the place was actually reassuring in some ways despite the horror of the past linked to the region now called the Ghostlands. A little fresher scent in the air, but not even Deathwing had been able to change the place.
            For a moment, he felt...strange. As he took a deeper breath of the air, it seemed that he was somewhere else. He felt warm leather that was different in texture and fashion with a different fit to it as if it were thicker and harder to part beneath a blade. Strands of hair tickled his ears and throat with an almost unfamiliar weight signaling it was far longer than the current cut. And rather than a staff's reassuring weight against his back, there was an almost alien sensation of weight at either hip as well as in one boot and on his upper arms.
            Just for that moment, he came so close to remembering...maybe even being another person. So close that there was a taste on his tongue so familiar--then the sharp jangle of metal against metal jarred him from the trance-like state. The long ears twitched, the points moving in a subtle signal of his sudden frustration and irritation at being torn away from the sensations a moment before he could grasp them. He turned his head in the direction of the noise and sighed as the heavy thumps of metal-shod hooves took the place of the sharper racket.
            "Hey, you okay?" came the question he expected. "You pulled up without saying anything."
            Another sigh left him. Even had he tried, he knew he could not hope to bring the moment back so he just let it go. Nodding in response, he shifted in the saddle. It made the armored Shado-pan tiger he rested upon rumble and shift its balance to accommodate as he answered, "Fine. Just another moment."
            "Ah," came genuine regret in the simple sound. "I'm sorry then, I just didn't think this place would bring anything back."
            A faint smile touched his lips as he took a moment to reach out and stroke his mount's powerful shoulder then up to scratch the thick neck with his gloved fingers. "I did not expect such either. But it's not entirely surprising either. I'm no mere youth and this place... I honestly doubt any of us can claim they did NOT have their own horrors to face here after the loss of the Sunwell."
            Metal jangled again as the Thalassian charger snorted and dropped its head. The horse had no problem standing calmly beside the meat-eater. Nor did the tiger show even the slightest interest in the prime meat at its side as the nearly glowing eyes surveyed the trees around them. Leather groaned and metal clanked as the charger's rider shifted his own weight to regard their surroundings too.
            "Indeed. Did you manage to remember anything this time?"
            "No, I'm afraid not. But it will come in time. We'd best get to Tranquillien before the others begin to think we were lost."
            His companion chuckled before lightly bumping his charger's sides with his spurs. Likewise, leather-clad knees squeezed the tiger's sides so both animals moved forward again.
            "Tell me, Jast, does this all look the same?"
            The sensation of incredulous eyes on him made a small smile touch his lips. Sure enough, he heard the very faint jingle of chain mail shifting as his companion shook his head.
            "You know, I still think you're laughing at everyone when you do something like that."
            "I know. But you've examined me yourself, correct?"
            "I know that! Doesn't keep me from wondering how you seem able to see some things and not others!"
            Chuckling at the almost sulky aura the Blood Knight projected, he sighed and bowed his head. One hand rose to touch the blindfold resting across his eyes, adjusting it a little where it pressed across the bridge of his nose.
            "So, does it all look the same as it did over ten years ago?"
            There was an uncustomary silence from the other. But he understood the reason even if he could not see. Some things had no translation into language, and they did not often need such anyhow. Both of them had survived horrors common to most sin'dorei and indeed, most races throughout Azeroth.
            "Yes. The trees are a little more white, a little more mossy. The ground's got more weeds and rotting leaves--which is strange. It's alive without life."
            He heard the pain in Jastan's voice but chose not to comment on it. Although he was young, Jastan had been a Blood Knight Adept assigned to help the Forsaken and other Sin'dorei rebuild the ruined village they were even now on route to. The young elf had been more or less on the front lines of the home-front recovery and had to deal with the Scourge along the Dead Scar first hand. Even if he did not know anything more specific about Jastan's past, that was more than enough.
            "The Argents have had some success in returning life to the Plaguelands. Soon, perhaps Lor'themar will permit them to pass the wards and assist in revitalizing the Ghostlands."
            Sadly, the knight at his side did not look beyond the surface of the words he chose to take as reassuring. In truth, unlike Jastan, he would rather the Ghostlands remain as they were. The deeper into the dreary and dank place they ventured, the more a sense of rightness and peace came over him. He knew that feeling was associated with something. But up until he had come to this place, he had always thought it was reserved for the Vale in Pandaria.
            "Hey, Ðevar...are you sure you're okay?" Jastan asked, breaking through his drifting mental state.
            "I'm fine, Jast. Just...thinking."
            Metal clanked and leather groaned to his left as the knight shifted his weight. "Good. It's only a few more miles to Tranquillien. No falling asleep in the saddle...even if I'm not sure how you could."
            All he did was chuckle at that. Lifting his head, he turned it forward as if his blindfolded eyes could see the path before them through the trees and gloom.
            ...I feel like I'm coming home...
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