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Chapter List
- 1-Gravitation
- 2-Awakening
- 3-Revelations
- 4-Memories
- 5-Skirmish
- 6-Hunger
- 7-Voyage
- 8-Outland
- 9-Maiev
- 10-Hunting
- 11-Trial
- 12-Consummation
- 13-Destruction
- 14-Return
- 10
- 11
- 12
Gravitation
Arcadia-Sama
Summary-
Never mind. You�ll see.
Disclaimer-
Shayl's copyright me, as is plot. Everything else, copyright
Blizzard. (But I would love to have Illidan.)
Suggested BGM
� "The Trial"- Pink Floyd

"You have
won...Maiev. But the huntress...is nothing without the hunt. You are
nothing...without me..." - Illidan

And thank you guys, for the reviews!

Orc0909
- Well, thank you darling. Here's more
brilliance, I hope.

Lazy_Wolf
- Battle? Uhhhhh.. What
battle? Ehehehehehe. But yes, I do know that indeed. X3 (hums)

Nuruhune
- Sorry, no lemons just yet. A hint of lemonade at the end of the chapter,
though! Next chapter will have plenty of lemons, I promise.

Ashtaar
- xD Yes, they'll have at
each other very soon. Not in this chapter, but soon! I swear.

Aside
- Wow. Thank you very much. And, you know, you are the first out of all my
readers between AFF and FF.net who has understood WHY I made Shayl blind. Kudos to you, my friend. Many kudos
indeed. As for painting him in a bad light and wishing this happened in the
actual lore.. Believe me, I wish I could make it true.
:) Ah, a girl can dream.

AzureBonds
- Le gasp! You haven't been a faithful reader?! I feel so unloved here, I
really do. xD But you came
back, which is the important part.

Dressdragn
- Well, thank you for that much at least. Here's more for you to read, then!

Arya_vampire
- (looks down at and then pokes several times with a nice, sharp stick) You alive? And next chapter, I promise, will have him naked.

Author Notes
- You know the drill with the words in Darnassian and whatnot. Check previous
chapters. X3

Now, on with the show! :D

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Silence pulsed in the cavern, deafening
Shayl with its thunderous crackle of tension. Heat flamed high in her cheeks,
black shadows underlining each opalescent eye of sun-yellow, eyes that matched
Illidan's long-lost gaze of similar appearance. The powers she felt from this
new arrival made her breath hitch, but not in the pleasant way that Illidan did
to her. No, with this new arrival, she felt a sense of oneself, of the earth
and of ancient emotions that were still raw and angry, despite their age. Lower
lip was worried with sharp white teeth, the young woman just remaining behind
Illidan as he crouched before her, flaring wings and broad body structure
providing her with a sense of modesty that would vanish as soon as he moved.

At the entrance of the cave, Malfurion
kept his distance from his brother, silver eyes sweeping past him to the girl
huddled against the back of the cave. Glowing eyes narrowing, he studied the
unknown woman for she was familiar to him in a strange, subtle way. Perhaps he
had known her parents. Yet the way she stared at him and past him indicated a
lack of sight. Her hair too was most unusual, in the fact that it was
two-toned, going from dark green at the roots to bright green at the tips.
Fingers would tighten about his staff as Illidan began to rumble deep in his
throat, a warning snarl that Malfurion recognized only all too well. How his
brother had changed! Gaze studied the wings and horns before taking in the
slow-healing wound across Illidan's torso, a dark blue-black blemish against
his otherwise unmarked torso exposed for the bandages that had covered it had
been shredded by sharp claws, not counting the raw gashes that Shayl's claws
had inflicted. But the arch druid didn't know that yet.

"What do you mean, take her home
with you?!" Illidan snarled. "She is mine, not yours, and there
is no argument over that! Besides that.." Lips
curled into a slow smirk. "It is not your choice to make, brother. Let
my darling healer decide for herself."

Illidan heard a gasp behind him, of
surprise, and wings would spread wide before he would turn and gather the druid
in his arms, wings folding about her nude body to preserve the girl's inane
sense of modesty. Feeling her quiver (and ignoring the strangled gasp from his
brother as Shayl would visibly snuggle closer into Illidan's chest, cheek
tucked to his shoulder), the sorcerous half-breed would hide his smile the best
he could against her hair, stroking it gently. True, this gentle druid had been
abducted by Kael and his men and brought to their master so she could heal
Illidan, but Illidan would let her make the choice, his own machinations and
thoughts figuring that if he let her decide, it would endear him to her even
more. Not to mention the fact that it shocked his brother was an additional
bonus.

"Her choice?"

Malfurion's words broke the spell that had
started weaving about the pair, causing Shayl to jump slightly while the man
holding her didn't bother to suppress his snarl of irritation at the words of
his brother. How Malfurion could be so utterly and completely thick was beyond
Illidan; but then his brother had always been foolish. Yet Illidan's attention
was dragged back to the woman he held, fingers stroking across her hair with a
gentleness that was not noticed by the sorcerer. But different eyes were
watching and the righteous fury that had swelled up in the chest of his brother
at the thoughts of the daemonic twin defiling this girl began to melt away like
so much fog in the morning sun.

However, Illidan had deceived too many
times, had betrayed the kaldorei race ten thousand years ago, had broken with his blood ties when he had consumed the
Skull of Gul'dan. Yes, his brother had betrayed too many times for Malfurion to
trust him, even if his brother was that better part of him at times. He just
couldn't be forgiven so easily and especially not with what Illidan had done
after he'd been freed by Tyrande; perhaps that had been the biggest kick to Malfurion's
pride. His own bond mate, his love, his companion for over ten thousand years,
the woman that both brothers had fallen in love with and still loved, had been
the one to free his brother even knowing what he had done. Staff was pulled
closer, dark green brows drawing tightly together above the lines of his nose.

The pair of lovers (or so Malfurion
assumed, though the wounds on his brother's face and chest screamed otherwise
or perhaps of a spat) were too intent upon one another to pay him much
attention until he had spoken. But the arch druid saw the gentle, if firm, way
that his twin was handling this girl who was one of Malfurion's people. Like a
high-spirited mare, the girl seemed, tamed only by gentle soothing and soft
touches that his brother applied. It made for a stunning display and while he
studied the girl, Malfurion was struck again by the sense that he knew her,
that he had seen her somewhere before. True, he had emerged from the Emerald
Dream every few thousand years to check upon things, but never had he heard of
a girl druid who was blind with two-toned hair. Or at least, Malfurion thought
that he hadn't. Then, he spoke again and watched as both his brother and the
girl jumped. Had they truly forgotten that he was there?

"Her choice?" he repeated, voice
full of censure and anger. "How do I know that you haven't trained her to
answer the questions for the answers that you want her to say? How do I know
that she will speak truly?! You have corrupted her! She needs to be returned to
her people, so that sh-"

The tall male was cut off by an angry cry
as Shayl wrenched herself out of Illidan's arms, ignoring his grab at her,
spitting and snarling like an angry mother night saber at the arch druid, her
hands clenched into fists while bosom heaved with angered pants of sound.
Quivering in furious rage that was almost never seen in the normally placid and
reserved girl, Shayl spoke in such a venomous tone of voice that even Illidan
reeled back, so as not to draw her ire even as his eyes were drawn to her
bottom, staring at the lusciously full orbs that were set above sleek thighs.

"Returned to your people?! The
same ones that drove me out when I was a child, drove me away for being different?
I don't know who you are, sir, but I refuse to return to those people who
hated me for being so odd! My own father didn't want me! Why should I go back
to a place where I will be unaccepted, unwanted, forever shunned by everyone?!
I refuse to go back!"

Panting, she fell silent and then allowed
herself to be pulled back by Illidan, but Malfurion spoke up, his voice
quivering with his own silent rage.

"Tell me, child. Who was your father?
I shall speak with him about this when we return to Darnassus."

Illidan spoke up then, his own rumble deep
in his throat as he pulled his healer close. The thought of her father, despite
being unknown and faceless raising his anger, abandoning his daughter to the
not so tender mercies of the kaldorei race was more then a little disturbing.
How long had she suffered before fleeing? Hadn't she told him about that? Yes,
Illidan remember. Yes, she had. What was it she had said..? A stir of memory of
a conversation that had been held as she bathed him once, bathed him under
duress and because he had not been able to bear his own stench any longer.

- "Tell
me, girl. What was a young kaldorei druidess doing on her own in such a remote
area, away from the rest of the Kalimdor homeland?"

Shayl�s hand
paused and she looked down at him, her eyes, those unseeing pools of amber
gold, the same gold that his eyes had once been colored as, watering with
tears. She didn�t know how to answer at first and so, silence remained in the
hut. But Illidan remained silent and watching, staring up at this odd woman of
a kaldorei female. Finally, wetting her lips, Shayl began to speak in reply.

"I.. I came to live there.. because I
was.. shunned, more or less, out of kaldorei society.
I have been alone there for several centuries, my lord. I'm not that young.. But, when I left kaldorei society, I was very young
indeed, no more then twenty-one or twenty-two. I had never been very openly
accepted, partially because of my eyes and partially because I was blind,
despite having such eyes. My mother died soon after giving birth to me and my
father rarely interacted with me. I grew up outside of society, never truly
part of it. And when it became obvious that I had druidic talents.. I was.. harassed.
So, finally, I simply left, more or less to save them the trouble of telling me
to leave. I wandered for many long years before finally reaching what is now my
home. And I have been there since then." -

Shaking the
memories off, he would speak at last, voice full of a deepening snarl.

"See,
brother? She will not have you or your people! Your people treated her poorly
for being a druid when she should have been accepted! Your people refused her
for her eyes when they should have embraced her! Were my eyes not once called a
mark of destiny?! Well, what of her?! No destiny for this girl who has accepted
a place with me. After all.." A horrid grimace
that passed as his smile, a terrible show of teeth that were sharper then the
average kaldorei's and a sign of the daemon blood that flowed in his veins now.
"We are all outcasts here. Besides.. what happened to our setting aside our anger for one
another, brother, after I saved Tyrande for you? Or did you lie
through your teeth as you say that I've done so many times?"

Malfurion was silent,
his scowl deepening as he looked at them both, hands flexing around his staff.
Illidan rumbled in return, the two brothers reading each other's moods with
considerable ease, while Shayl sat in silent shock. Brother..? This druid was
Illidan's brother? She had never thought to ask who the mysterious brother he'd
ranted about in his fever dreams had been. She had not known him well enough
back then to ask such a personal question. But the druid was quite aware of the
growing hostility these two shared towards each other and then Malfurion spoke
again, directing a new question at her.

"Tell me,
child.. Who was your father? I wish to know his name
for perhaps I knew him."

Thick silence
in the cavern, before Shayl turned her face into Illidan's shoulder and spoke
into his skin, her words muffled but still able to be heard as she dragged the
name of her father up from the depths of her memory. She remembered a stern,
cold voice and an uncaring nature towards her, though he had always treated her
with a grudging distant affection, only for the sake of her mother. All that
Shayl could remember of her was a gentle voice and warm arms and a sense of
love. But Nahlia had died when Shayl was quite young, not knowing what
consequences her death would cause for the young girl.

"� Axta. Axta Hawkeye. That was my father's name."

A thick inhale filled the air as Malfurion
seemed to recognize the name. Yes.. Yes, he did
recognize the name indeed. Fingers now were squeezing his staff so tightly that
it was a wonder the wooden pole hadn't broken in his hands. It wouldn't ever
break, that much Malfurion knew, but it was creaking in protest as his hands
tightened even more. Casting his memory back a year and more, the arch druid
remembered the man; A coldly remorseful fellow and a Druid of the Claw back in
the days when there had been a distinction who had confided the loss of his
wife and daughter years ago, the loss of his daughter having cut the man deeply
who seemed guilty over the whole ordeal. Axta had never said that his daughter
had been strong in the druidic ways or that she was blind! But Malfurion
remembered the man pressing something into his hands, a carved night saber as
he'd lain dying and had grabbed Malfurion as he bent over him, making the arch
druid swear to find his daughter and give the carving to her, as well as his
regrets that he had not been a better father.

"Your father..
is.. dead, my dear. He fell
at the Battle of Mount Hyjal against Archimonde and his forces. He.. asked me to give this to
you." He approached slowly and pressed the night saber into Shayl's hands,
the blind girl running her fingers over it as a soft gasping murmur as a
stricken look touched her face. "Your father also asked me to convey his
regrets to you that he had not been a better father to you. He realized that he
loved you, but only too late. You were all that he had left of your mother and
his wife. Your name was on his lips as his last breath passed from his lips. He
loved you and missed you, little one. I am sorry for your loss."

Pity swelled in Malfurion's breast as he
watched Shayl clutch the carved animal close, tears running down her plain
cheeks before harsh sobs suddenly tore out of her throat, a wailing scream
coming with it. The cries of "Daddy! Daddy!"
broke his heart and he bowed his head quietly, wishing that he had come to her
with good tidings, of news that would have been pleasant, of her father wishing
for her to come home, to make peace with his estranged daughter. Illidan was
glaring at him now, he knew, even as he held the young druid close, rocking her
in his arms before the glare was softened as he looked down at the near
hysterical woman. The arch druid watched with shock and awe as Shayl turned in
his arms, sobbing into his chest while his twin rocked her more, making
soothing sounds and murmurs to her under his breath while stroking her hair,
nuzzling his cheek to her crown of green. And how much more Malfurion felt
sorry for the girl as he saw her clinging to Illidan; he was the only thing she
had left now since she refused to return to her people with him and his brother
was entirely too untrustworthy. But, at last, Shayl calmed down, shaking from
shock and Illidan spoke again, his voice thick with sound.

"Brother.. I
have a favor to ask of you that you might not enjoy. But.."
A deep inhale as he pulled Shayl even closer. "I have a problem here. I
have been pursued here by Maiev. While I had thought she was dead, the Warden
turned up as a prisoner of my lieutenants. Now, I would not have had a problem
with this normally, but she and Shayl had a fight and she stabbed Shayl. I am
going to kill her, very slowly, but I was wondering if you would wish to
preside over her trial."

Cold chills pulsed up and down Malfurion's
back and he would purse his lips tightly, staring at his brother who stared
back from over Shayl's head before he rose slowly to his feet. Illidan held
Shayl in his arms, the girl staring listlessly into the air in front of her
eyes, blindness not mattering when one was in a state of deep shock such as
this. The druid himself stood, antlers scraping across the roof of the cave
while Illidan's horns connected with the top harshly before he bent down to accommodate
the roof, hunching down to keep from banging his head on the rock. Shuffling
towards the entrance, he was followed mutely by his twin and together, the pair
set out for the Black Temple, Shayl being wrapped in Illidan's wings tightly,
the siblings walking along in mute silence.

"How is Tyrande doing, brother?"

Jumping in surprise at the question, Malfurion's
green-maned head swiveled about as he stared at his larger twin in mute shock.
Then, his gaze dropped to Shayl and Malfurion fought the urge to tear her away
from Illidan and run for it. Then, he looked forward again, frowning in thought
as he wondered on how to answer the question. At last, the antlered twin
decided to answer truthfully.

"Busy with her fighting. She.. never has time for me, these
days, it seems." A rueful chuckle that was tinged with the barest hint of
sadness and regret as Malfurion spoke again. "Tyrande is dedicated to
defending the realm, if nothing else."

Illidan grunted softly in reply and just
kept striding along. He could have flown and had little doubt his brother could
have kept up, but he wanted to walk so he could better assess his brother. How
odd it was that his brother would turn up after all this time, blustering and
blowing about how "the land had said it'd lost a daughter" or
something along those lines. There was more to this then Malfurion had revealed
and Illidan made his mind up to keep an eye on his twin. Oh, he wouldn't do
anything unless he had to, but perhaps he and Illidan could work over their
enmity towards one another. Malfurion was still of the mind that Shayl needed
to be taken away, he could tell, but Illidan would let her go only if she
wanted to.. Even if the idea of her leaving felt like
an Eredar had put a fist through his chest. If the girl did indeed change her
mind on going with Malfurion, Illidan would let her go. Fingers would tighten,
however, on Shayl's form as he carried her and only a squeak of protest made
him realize how strong his grip had become. Relaxing his fingers, he would work
his jaw slightly before nodding his horned head towards the building looming in
the distance.

"There it is, brother. You will be
welcome to stay as long as you wish to. My men will not bother you for you are
under my protection now. But do not provoke them for their hatred of your kind
is strong, brother, and I've little wish to see you brought back from the dead
by a priest you insulted moments earlier. So keep your tongue restrained and
you will be fine."

Malfurion would normally have objected to
such harsh words, but he knew the wisdom of his brother. The massive gates,
made out of massive stone slabs that were thick as Illidan's body and three
times his size creaked open, carved faces leering across the surface, fanged
mouths and protruding tongues dominating while symbols twisted across the stone
about each edge. Kael came rushing up at Illidan's bellow of sound and he
looked down at him and Vashj before nodding once and then he would speak again,
his voice carrying in a bellow over the courtyard.

"Listen, my people, and listen well
for I shall say these words for only this one time! My brother, Malfurion
Stormrage, has decided to accompany myself to my home here! He is to be given
the same respect that you give me and he is not to be harmed, even under
provocation, which will be returned in same! If there are any problems with him
that cannot be resolved with words, you are to find me!"

A roar of assurances answered Illidan's
voice and he looked grimly satisfied, before turning his great horned head
downwards to the grieving bundle in his arms. Illidan ached for he could not
take this pain from Shayl, even as he tried his best to understand it. The
sorcerer could not remember his parents very well, nor could he truly return
the manner in which his parents had died to memory. Such things were long since
lost to the insanity that he had suffered under Maiev's care, for some memories
were still his and others had come to him with the consumption of the Skull of
Gul'dan, memories that did not belong together. Yet, both the daemon within his
soul and the man he had once been, the sorcerer who had drawn the attention of
Lord Ravencrest, agreed upon one thing; Shayl was.. precious.. to each
part of him. The daemon felt drawn to her because of her power, those
staggering abilities that she had no idea of, while Illidan had to admit he
enjoyed the verbal sparring with her, the way she'd huff and glare towards him
despite her blindness when he'd irritated her, the way she curled against him
so trustingly at night when he held her while she slept, taking his own rest
later when she awoke.

�At
his side, Malfurion only watched his brother and listened to the roar of
affirmation from the naga and blood elves that he commanded. Such respect, such
power, his brother held, as he had held ten thousand years back, a hundred
centuries ago. Then, he followed as Illidan turned and beckoned for him to
follow, which the arch druid did, staring at the flag of green hair that hung
over Illidan's arm. Then, they entered Illidan's chambers and seeing a chair,
Malfurion went to sit in it before he took a good, hard look at his brother,
just in time to see the sorcerer fussing over Shayl as he laid her on the bed
(spreading his wings to protect her modesty), covering her with blankets and
bending down to kiss her head, stroking her cheek. Malfurion fell into his
chair, staring in shock at his twin as his mind comprehended his actions.
Illidan was besotted with the woman! And if his brother was besotted, then she must
be a very special woman indeed to gain his brother's love. And no matter how
much Malfurion tried to find deception in the actions of his twin, he could
not. His brother was in love, and Malfurion doubted he knew it. Fingers would
lay his staff across his lap as he sighed before speaking.

"This� trial, brother.
When is it to take place?"

"As soon as Shayl's ready to speak
against her," came the growled answer from
Illidan's lips.

A preface to an execution, Malfurion knew;
he had also known that his brother and Maiev had shared a hatred of one another
that was too deep to be called love and not warm enough to be called hate. He
had known for a long time that Maiev had loved his brother, for he'd seen it
once, long ago when he'd reawakened briefly from the Emerald Dream. The arch
druid had gone to visit the cage where he kept his brother imprisoned and he'd
watched Maiev speak of his brother. How easy it had been to pick out the
affection that Maiev held for his twin, as well as the hatred. His hands rose and
he began to massage his temples before looking up as Illidan collapsed heavily
into a chair nearby before glancing over at Shayl's prone form under the thick
blankets.

"She will not be disturbed, brother.
Believe me when I say that she could sleep through a hurricane." A grim
smile, Illidan's lips twisting upwards. "She did on the voyage that took
us to northern Lordaeron. Of course, it occurred after one of her healing
spells upon me, so perhaps it wasn't so odd after all."

"Healing spells?" Malfurion
echoed softly. "What are you talking about, brother?"

And so, Illidan explained Shayl's power in
a quiet voice to Malfurion, ignoring the grumbling gasp of surprise from his
twin, even if he knew that such power in a woman was to astonish his brother
who seemed quite interested in learning where she got this power. Illidan did
not know and even if he had, he would not have told his brother, for Shayl's
power was hers alone to discover. He knew that if this girl was pushed into
guidance, that she would loose this power of hers. How the man knew, how the
knowledge came to him, he could only look to the guidance of Elune, with whom
Illidan had found a slightly new sense of faith in for she had answered his
prayer that night in the ship. Perhaps Shayl was her daughter, perhaps she had
Elune's blessing, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. The answers would elude him until
such time came that he need know who she truly was.

At last, the pair set in brooding silence,
brother finally in a forced peace with brother, the presence of the woman on
the bed keeping them from fighting. Yet, for once, what was there to fight
over. Malfurion was reflecting on all he'd been told, about Shayl and about
what had happened to cause her to be wounded by Maiev. He knew his brother had
never truly cared for the Warden, but then Maiev had never done much to incur
Illidan's affections. She had abused his brother, that much he knew now, and
had treated him as naught more then a beast who was dangerous, crushing feeling
and thoughts beneath an iron-clad heel. Then there had been the matter with
Tyrande once his beloved had freed his twin. Maiev had led Malfurion to believe
his mate was dead and the fury he'd felt when he'd learned that Tyrande was
still alive had burned in him as hotly as the molten fires of the earth and his
temper had exploded in a manner similar to his brother's.

As he reflected on not only the past,
Malfurion observed his brother as he studied Shayl once more as well, lifting a
hand to his mouth, one finger curling across his compressed lips while the
others pressed into his palm and silver eyes would narrow gently as Malfurion
once again reflected on how dissimilar he and Illidan were. Where his brother
had been bathed with navy hair and golden eyes, Malfurion himself had dark
green hair and silver pools. Yet they had shared the same features, the same
hopes and dreams, once, in those myriad and peaceful days of old. Then had come
the times of chaos and they'd fallen apart. But now, his brother's chaotic,
wild ways seemed to be receding, due to the influence of this unknown girl and
Malfurion finally resigned himself to perhaps seeing how they interacted
further. Perhaps she would be a good influence on Illidan and return him to the
ways of old as Malfurion tried to remain in touch with.

Shayl finally began to stir from her
languid state and Illidan was at her side in a moment, helping her sit up and he
would even go so far as to bring her a fresh dress of soft white fur, helping
her into it as if the woman were a child before he took her aloft in his arms
once more. She merely clung to him, trusting Illidan not to displace her or
drop her, and the druid seemed to be well aware of what was about to happen.

It was in grim silence that the forces
occupying the Citadel assembled in the largest courtyard, Maiev being bound
with her hands behind her back and tied to a post, the woman's glaring silver
eyes fixated on Illidan. At his brother's side, Malfurion was frowning down at
the Warden, his stern visage matching his twin's in grimness. Once more, the
brothers were united in something, a way of life that had been lost to them
long ago. And in between the pair, wrapped in a thick fur for she was still
lacking in spirit and there was a chill wind in the air, was Shayl, the long
strands of her hair blowing freely about her face and shoulders, golden eyes
staring down at the former jailor with a sense of being able to see her, yet
the unnerving blank stare was quiet evidence to her blindness.

"Maiev Shadowsong. You are formally
charged with assault upon my healer, with intention to kill. You are also
charged with imprisonment and rape, as well as physical abuse," Illidan
intoned, his deep voice carrying across the courtyard. "How do you plead,
Warden?"

"Rape?
Imprisonment?! I was merely doing my job, Illidan!
Nothing more! And.." A sneer broke its way across
Maiev's lovely features, twisting them, making them, and making her ugly
as she stared up at Shayl, tongue wetting her lips slowly. "She deserved
it. I will freely admit to stabbing her. I'd hoped that I'd killed her with the
wound. Obviously I'll have to aim for her heart next time."

The druid recoiled, feeling Malfurion's
hand grip her arm gently while Illidan let loose with a snarl before he stepped
forward, glaives appearing in his hands with a flash of green fire. For a
moment, Illidan merely stood there, staring down at Maiev. In return, she kept
her eyes on his face, seeming well aware of what was coming. For a moment, the
two knew that in another life, another time, they may have had something more
then a hateful lust towards one another. In that moment, the love, twisted and
dark as it was, touched Maiev's face and Illidan nodded in return before he
spoke, hands remaining at his sides for the moment.

"Then, in such words.. I find you guilty of
attempted murder. Good-bye, Maiev Shadowsong. Your captive is free. At long last."

And then, with a hiss of sound, one glaive
snapped across the area of Maiev's throat. A spill of dark purple hair fell
upon the ground first before her head tipped forward and rolled onto the
ground, coming to halt by Vashj's position before the body itself hit the
ground and he turned away from it, growling in his throat. One hand would lift
and a gesture was made, an arcane gesture that left a trace of power pulsing in
the air. With a roar of sound, flames suddenly erupted about Maiev's body,
Vashj tossing her head into the inferno. Illidan stared quietly at the flames
as they consumed Maiev and when the last shreds of her body were burned away,
he released a shuddering breath, suddenly aware of her absence and reveling in
the freedom that came with her death. Turning, he stared over at his druid and
suddenly, oh so suddenly, he wanted to be near her, alone with her, touching
her.

Glaives vanishing, he went and caught
Shayl up, striding into the building and the citadel, climbing the stairs and
returning to his chambers. Then, he returned to the door and shut it tightly
before locking it as well, turning to face the druid on the bed. She seemed to
feel his gaze for one hand would lift and she smiled wanly. Illidan moved over
to her and laid on the bed beside her, their mouths touching, kissing,
caressing, breaths mingling together as she gave herself over to his embrace.
Fingers clutched at clothing, nails dragging across skin and the two parted,
returned, parted again, kisses meshing together. Shayl
sensed his need for comfort, for physical contact in this moment and while it
made her heart ache, she would not deny him this. Never would she deny him what
he wanted. Then, at last, words that had been waiting months to come out
emerged at last and she breathed them into the air as he kissed her throat.

"Illidan..
Make me yours."

And done.
Wow. Holy crap. My longest chapter yet, people. Yes,
the next chapter will finally, FINALLY be the smut
scene. I swear to god. XD I think y'all will be happy about that. *laughs* And the ending to this chapter was inspired by the end of
the raid result on the Black Temple. )< Only
fitting that Maiev should get beheaded instead. (Yes, I don't like her. At all.)
Illidan- At last!
Shayl-
*buries her face in her hands and blushes furiously*
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