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Sucked In III	By : HarmonizedAnimus Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Yea, yea, I know. You’ve said it before.”

“Arthur won’t be happy.”

“Seems like he never is.”

“Altius! That’s no way to think of your teacher!”

Altius merely shrugged as the two walked along, the sounds of Goldshire becoming more and more prominent. Goldshire was the city that never slept, and it was merely a village with two buildings, one a short distance a way that could be considered a part of it by extension. Commonplace houses with blue tiled-roofs and yellow-brick walls, by any means should be indifferent than any other village. yet, for some reason, it attracted the most interesting of people. [i]Well,[/i] Altius thought, grinning, [i]perhaps interesting is too nice a word.[/i]

The denizens of Goldshire were anything but normal. All races, even that of the Horde (with minor disagreements with the local authorities) went there if only for amusement. Several people would strut around naked, unabashedly. It seemed to Altius that they weren’t quite right in the head, perhaps an injury down the line in a battle. Whatever the cause, Goldshire’s inn served as a club, a bar, a party house, a harlotry, basically anything besides an inn. The innkeepers hardly minded, though. With all of their business, they could likely retire and live out long and prosperous lives.

And the noise. Oh, the noise. It scared off any animals brave enough to venture near it in a brief pause of the constant noise. Amazingly, hardly any of the sounds emanating from that tiny village were unnatural, most being voices of the various races. People yelling, screaming, moaning, merely talking, all the time. Sometimes there were other noises, such as a small explosion or clang of swords (When the Horde got a bit rowdy), but such noises were usually minor compared to the majority.

“Are you even listening to me?” Emyth said angrily, snapping him out of his musings. He smiled, turning to face his elven companion.

“Of course Em. There isn’t another person in the world I’d rather listen to.” His words, so contrasting to anything else he had said that day, made Emyth blush. She quickly regained her scolding composure, however.

“As sweet as that is, I really wish you’d listen to your instructor. How many times have you run off this week?”

Altius looked towards the sky, finding momentary respite in a cloud hanging above them. [i]The wind must be strong up there…[/i] he thought as it traversed the endless blue sea. It looked a bit like a leaf, but if he tilted his head, it looked more like a bird. Pic, attuned to his thoughts, chirped in his ear. Altius nodded in agreement. “You’re right. It’s a bird.”

Emyth sighed in frustration. Trying to keep him on the subject was harder than trying to convince new trainees that Hogger wasn’t so bad. Despite that, she always came back to him, her hopes never deterred. “How many times, Altius?”

The boy snapped his attention back down to her, perhaps determined to answer her question before his mind wandered once more. “Just this once!” He said a bit proudly, stopping and putting on a mock display of pride.

Emyth rolled her eyes. “It’s only Monday.”

“Yea… so?” he said, quickly averting his gaze. The two resumed walking, now passing the infamous little village of Goldshire. Reaching a mutual agreement to hold off conversation until they left, the two walked on in silence. It was often too loud to hear anything, and besides, it wasn’t the smartest move to let the world know your discussions. Altius silently thanked the convenient location of the village, and its timely intervention in his argument.

Unhindered by words, Altius let his mind wander. Of course, it was hard to [i]not[/i] let it wander, so he merely set it free. A completely nude worgen walked by, obviously intent on heading to the inn. Altius wondered why people stripped before ever even getting to the inn where all the attention was before he was consumed with something else. It was a draenei sitting atop a massive drake, a creature he had come to envy and respect as one of the most distinguishable mounts a person could obtain.

It was a Netherwing drake, a dragon fused with a magic in a way that has never been repeated. There were few surviving, friendly Netherwings left in the world, and he doubted he could ever get the chance to befriend one. He was never far, though, as his own father had such a drake. The bond the two shared resembled the bond he had with Pic. Though, he thought with a grin as he imagined himself trying to ride Pic, he didn’t think a saddle would be quite appropriate. Pic chirped in his ear, barely audible above the din of Goldshire, agreeing.

It didn’t take long for the two to exit the village, as it was only a crossroads turned night club. Altius had gotten some strange stares, but that was normal for him. Being as colorful as he was (he preferred colorful over anything else), he was bound to attract a few off glances. He had seen some females wearing suggestive clothing moving their mouths, likely offering him some fun for money, but he couldn’t hear them, let alone give them the time of day. He was sure Emyth had gotten an offer as well, it was night impossible not to, walking through such a place. Yet she retained her dignity by not acknowledging it.

The two walked a relative distance in unneeded silence, Pic deciding to break into a song in the meantime. It was a more recent tune, one of Altius’s favorites, and he merely listened, not noticing the look of fondness he was receiving from Emyth. She waited politely until Pic was finished, even tapping her palm with the tips of her fingers a few times. “Well, Altius, besides skipping it, how’s your training going?”

“Hmm? Oh, training.” Altius said, looking at her. He shrugged the question aside. “Arthur is more or less pleased with my progress, even with all my time spent ditching. He said my “attunement with the light that guides us is strong enough to forego some other requirements.” Whatever that means…”

Emyth giggled softly at the remark Altius failed to catch. It was yet another indicator that he was still young, barely into adulthood, and that she needed to keep her feelings in check. She coughed slightly. “And is Quill happy about that?”

Again, Altius shrugged, though his eyes clouded over for a moment before returning to their normal, airy state. “He seems indifferent. I actually…” he trailed off, looking at a nearby tree. Given his attitude towards most things, such an answer would have been accepted by most people, but Emyth knew better.

“What is it?” she asked lightly, not afraid of intruding on family matters. She had been friends with Kyli for her entire life, Quill being regarded by her as one of the highest qualities of friends a person could have. She considered them more her family than her own family, but despite this, she couldn’t help feel slightly different emotions towards this boy.

Altius started to shrug again, but sighed. “He’s a little disappointed that I didn’t choose to become a healer. Mom tells me not to worry about it, but…”

“Wasn’t he the one who gave you your broadsword?” Emyth asked politely.

Altius nodded, a bit of a grin returning to his features. For his 18^th birthday, he had received the weapon from his father. It was a beautifully crafted blade, made with a metal harder than Elementium, adorned with Star Rubies and Ametrine gems, giving it the appearance of being forged out of lava. The blade itself was the color of silver, curving inwards towards the tip, being nearly three quarters of Altius’s height, the hilt capping off its length at an inch taller than the boy himself. The hilt was forged from some foreign metal Quill wouldn’t delve into, but it looked very similar to gold, only much, much stronger. The gemstones were placed on it in a spiral pattern, leading to Altius nicknaming the weapon “Magma’s Core”. Quill had said he had ordered the weapon specially crafted to be like no other.

Despite receiving the weapon, it was too large for him to use at the time, Quill assuring him it’d be ready as soon as he could use it. Altius had spent the next few weeks training specifically to become strong enough to wield the blade, a remarkable feat for one as easily side-tracked as he was. However, his determination wavered over that time, and now he seemed content to wait it out. The thought of it still made him smile, though. “Yea, he did.”

Emyth nodded. “Isn’t that an indication that he wants you to follow your dream? That sword isn’t an everyday blade, you know.”

Altius nodded, Pic chirping at the fact that he’d be captivated by the same topic for several minutes now. “Yea… yeah, it does!” His face lit up.

Emyth smiled happily. “Don’t worry about Quill, he wants you to do what you want to do.”

Altius grinned broadly, turning and hugging Emyth. A world of emotion passed between the two, something Altius figured he could say better with a hug than in words. Emyth, surprised at the sudden action, simply hugged him back. She was a bit reluctant to let go, but they parted, still smiling at one another. “Thanks Em.”

She nodded bubbly. “My pleasure.”

They hadn’t realized it, but they were standing just outside Stormwind’s gates. Tall and massive as they were, they were hopeless to stop the many adventurers flying overhead. Nor were they able to stop Deathwing, Aspect of Death when he awakened from the Earth. Soaring overhead in an explosion of molten fury, he came down on the city, landing on two guard towers just behind the main city’s gates. Altius hadn’t been born yet when this happened, but the evidence of his attack was still there. Red, smoldering claw marks scarred the towers, the dragon’s touch somehow making the builders unable to repair his damage. Beyond the two towers and a fallen statue of Danath Trollbane, military commander honored for his bravery in venturing to Draenor, the only thing destroyed by Deathwing’s arrival was the entirety of the park, which, considering it was destroyed merely by Deathwing landing there, is quite horrifying. After making his presence known by all, Deathwing took flight again, something that puzzled the population of Stormwind, knowing full well the Dragon could easily destroy the city if he chose to.

Even now, standing at the front gates, Altius could see a line of Dwarven works atop the towers, attempting to fill in the gaps left by the dragon, only to have their materials melt away at the touch. He wondered briefly at why they persisted and not just destroy the towers to build anew when he felt Emyth nudge him from behind. She was holding her hand out in a pose that made him realize he had stopped walking. Nudging her back with more force, he trotted a few steps away, grinning back at her. She merely shook her head, following behind him, Altius slowing down briefly so she could catch up again. The two walked through the statues aligning the bridge between the wall and towers, heroes of old still admired by their fellows.

Despite being as massive as it was, the noise of Stormwind hardly compared to that of Goldshire. It was neither as boisterous or concentrated, so the background noise was mild here. Despite this, Altius and Emyth walked through the Trade center in silence. Adventurers hurried in and out of various buildings, talking to various merchants before summoning their mounts and riding off. Altius envied their freedom, but he couldn’t help but enjoy his life at home.

He lived in a small house in the City Outskirts, a small area created after Deathwing’s arrival as a way to replace the lost Park. It resembled the forest in many ways, but many people had taken to having homes there, a little away from the busy city. It was peaceful, and his parents were good to him, he knew. Despite that, there was always a little part of him that wanted to go off into the world, slaying demons and protecting the common folk. Perhaps that part of him simply strived to separate himself from the norm.

His thoughts were halted by the sudden appearance of a large cat strolling down the center of the trade district. The way it walked, the confident swagger it had, was unique amongst cats. And, unfortunately, Altius knew exactly what he wanted . He grinned warily, approaching the cat. “Hey Gus.”

The large panther jerked his head behind him, turning and trotting off, brushing past vendors and adventurers alike. Altius sighed. “Well, there goes any chance of me getting off unnoticed, huh Pic?” The small bird chirped his agreement, and then a question. Altius shrugged. “I bet it’s fine if you stay, I don’t see why you can’t.”

Emyth tapped her foot. “What do you mean by that?”

Altius turned to look at her, absent-mindedly stroking Pic. “By what?”

The elf rolled her eyes, “Getting off unnoticed, you thought I wouldn’t tell your parents?”

Altius flashed her a meaningful smile. “You’re far more forgiving than Gus. He won’t even let me get a word in edgewise.”

Emyth opened her mouth in an attempt to protest, but nothing came to mind. Face burning red, she closed her mouth and walked briskly away. Altius watched her go, still smiling. His eyes scanned her figure briefly before following, Pic chirping in his ear. “Yea yea, I know.”

“What was that?” Emyth asked. Her voice had changed rather quickly, now her more caring, questioning tone.

Altius shook his head quickly, still smiling. “Oh, it was nothing. Just talking to Pic.” Her eyes narrowed for a moment before he hurriedly added “It wasn’t about you.” She scanned his face for lies, relaxing when she realized he wasn’t. She smiled at him before walking along, slowing her pace so that he could catch up.

As soon as he leveled out with her, Pic began chirping rapidly, which was smart of him, because no more than a second or two had passed before Altius clamped his fingers down on his beak, silencing him. “Traitor.” he muttered. Emyth, however, merely blushed and kept walking.

Gus had long since abandoned them, but for all they knew, he could be behind them. The large cat had a way of being in the most unexpected places. Thinking that, Altius looked up, half surprised and half relieved he didn’t see Gus looking down at him from a rooftop. What he did see, however, was a ragged looking beggar, dressed in what seemed to be a robe that had been torn so that it was unrecognizable. The man was sitting casually on the rooftop, as if it were a bench. He was looking off in the direction of the Dwarven District, or perhaps beyond that and to the Outskirts. Not doing anything intriguing, Altius lost interest in the strange man, passing him off as an adventurer gone wrong.

A nearby guard nodded at the pair as they walked by. Emyth nodded back while Altius gave a cheerful wave. The boy looked down into the canal, seeing several crabs and fish darting to and fro. Many times a day they would be sought out by fishermen, but even in their off hours the fish still swam around as if they were in a panic. Altius mused how fast they would swim if he were to jump into the canal right then.

As they crossed the bridge, Altius turned back on a sudden urge, looking to the rooftops. He couldn’t see the man anymore, it seemed as if he had left his perch. He felt a sharp prick on his ear, turning angrily. “Hey, Pic! What was that f-ooorr….” his angry exclamation died in his throat as he came face to face with a death knight covered in deadly blue armor. And he wasn’t happy.

He glared at Altius through his visor for several seconds, noting his unique hair and features. When he spoke, his voice was low and distorted, somehow horrifying and hilarious to Altius all at the same time. “You’re Quill’s kid.”

Altius nodded slowly. He didn’t recall his dad ever being friends with Death Knights, let alone liking any. And he didn’t sound friendly. Altius grinned at his thought up joke. Unfortunately, the death knight took it the wrong way.

“Know me, do you?” he asked, his voice notably getting angrier. “Told you stories about me, hmm?”

Altius raised his hands in defense. “No, no, my dad never talks about death knights-“

“Ah,” the death knight cut in, “so he’s come to hate us then, has he?”

Altius took a step back. The conversation was getting a bit too aggressive for him. “No, that’s not what I-”

“And he’s taught you to think the same way, hm?” The death knight took a step forward, his eyes now glowing a frosty blue, his hand twitching, as if it were eager to throw a punch or to grab the handle of the broadword strapped to his back. Altius didn’t think either was a great outcome.

“Hey!” Emyth butted in, stepping between the two. “He didn’t say any of that, you have no reason to be this mean to him!” She glared at the death knight, unafraid of his frosty gaze.

The death knight looked between Emyth and Altius, his voice on the edge of laughing when he next spoke. “Like father like son… pity. You could do so much better…” He began to move an armored hand out towards Emyth, reaching for her waist. She attempted to swat his hand away, but he only responded with more enthusiasm. “Oh, a fighter. I like fighters…”

Altius wasn’t aware of what he was doing as he did it. Brushing Emyth out of the way, he barreled into the fully armored death knight, knocking him to the ground. Pic had taken off moments before Altius ever moved, landing on Emyth’s shoulder instead. The little bird wanted to help, but knew any attempt of his would be futile. The undead soldier stood up quickly with reflexes made instant throughout his life, hand already on the hilt of his sword when another voice intervened.

“Hey! What’s going on?”

Guards began rushing up from both sides of the bridge, most of their weapons sheathed but several fingering their blades tentatively. The death knight’s grip tightened on his weapon for a moment, and Altius was afraid he was going to fight all of the guards just to get back at him. His fingers loosened and his hand fell to his side, Altius masking a sigh of relief.

“Oh, nothing. Just saying hail to my friend’s son.” The death knight moved forward, patting Altius on the shoulder rougher than needed. “Tell Quill that his old friend Averist said hi, would you?” His eyes had lost their momentary glow, but they were still chiseled with hatred. Altius nodded before he walked away, the guards parting before him. Most of the guards, satisfied that nothing was happening, started to return to their posts. One, however, stayed put, eyeing Altius and Emyth.

“You two ok?” He asked politely. Altius noticed with a smile that it was the guard he waved to earlier. He began to answer when Emyth did it for him.

“We’re fine. He was bullying Altius here and tried to sexually assault me when I intervened. Altius tackled him and then you guys showed up.”

Altius spoke up, “Yeah, thanks a bunch. I might have been able to get him once, but any more than that was risky.”

The guard nodded quickly. “I still don’t trust those death knights, even if Varian does. You two be careful around them from now on, ok? Best to ignore them.”

Altius and Emyth answered together. “Alright.” The exchanged brief glances before looking back at him. He nodded and began walking away. Emyth turned the opposite way, but Altius hesitated.

“Hey!”

The guard halted for a minute, turning back to look at the boy. Altius hesitated before asking his question. “What’s your name?”

The guard paused for a moment, the two seeing a small smile form behind his helmet. “Name’s Jace. Jace Selron.”

Altius smiled in return. “Altius Dreamchaser.”

Jace smiled. “Look me up sometime.”

Altius nodded his agreement, waving as the guard returned to his post. Pic fluttered back onto his shoulder, cocking his head at his companion. “Psh, don’t even. You’ll always be my right hand bird.”
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