Redemption | By : Larien Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 2
Larienel traced her finger over the intricate fel design of one of her warglaives. This weapon had served her well since she had become a part of Illidan’s army. Her glaives, which she had named The Blades of Lunar Reproach, seemed almost an extension of herself at this point. The design etched onto her glaives-the familiar symbol of The Goddess-was a reminder of her former service as a priestess of Elune at the small temple in Ashenvale, but that had been a lifetime ago.
If she were pressed to think about it, her being an Illidari was absolutely absurd; that she should be here as this tortured thing. The very fact that she was here, transformed into this, serving the Betrayer: kneeling before him, calling him Master, allowing herself to be reprimanded by him caused her lip to curl in disgust. The demon that was constantly within her reminded her why she was here though.
Living in Azsuna, so close to her master’s home town she was deeply familiar with The Betrayer’s origin story; The Stormrage Twins and their golden eyes were famous throughout ancient Kalimdor. When the demons had invaded what is now known as the Broken Isles she had very quickly gone from daily ceremonial duties to a healer. She had not been chosen to join the Moon Guard as her healing abilities far outmatched her skill with a blade thus she had been chosen to assist further north in Ashenvale. As tragic as the circumstances of her recent promotion were, she couldn't help but be elated that the Goddess had finally revealed her true purpose.
Despite having found what she believed at the time to be her true calling, the work was thankless and the infirmary seemed as if the beds never emptied. This Burning Legion must be truly fearsome if they had been able to send so many injured Sentinels to her. She had witnessed the passing of more of her kind than she had ever wanted to see in one lifetime and said more prayers daily than she had ever done before-how naive she had once been.
Through all of this, though, her faith did not waver and she knew that The Mother would ensure the Night Elves would prevail against this evil. It wasn’t until certain rumours had reached her ears that she began to despair for their fate. Could it really be true that Illidan Stormrage-the one who was blessed with the gift of destiny by The Goddess herself- had willingly joined the Legion? They began to call him ‘Betrayer’ when it was discovered that the rumors were confirmed and that Illidan was actively serving Kil’Jaeden-second in command to Sargeras himself. And so she had done what she had always done, prayed. In addition to the prayers she sent up to Elune on behalf of the wounded she had specifically made time each evening to invoke the Mother's grace on the sorcerer's behalf. Surely the rumours had been exaggerated. He had to have been deceived by the Legion, perhaps under a spell or some other foul magic for him to turn against such a destiny.
She was assured that Elune had heard her prayers when she had learned that Illidan had returned to them. It was discovered that he was not one of them; rather he had been infiltrating their ranks, she knew he was no traitor-he couldn’t be. Not one with such a heavy destiny to bear. She had thanked the Goddess for the rest of the evening after hearing this news of Elune’s Grace. There were whispers that Illidan had not escaped from the Legion completely unscathed though. Rumours that the Titan Sargeras had given Illidan a token for his faithful service-Sargeras had seared out Illidan’s golden eyes and ‘gifted’ him with fel sight instead that allowed him to see magical energies. Elune had made her point very clear it seemed-she would allow Illidan another chance to serve her but not without a price.
The priestess had been reassured that Illidan was on the correct path when she had learned that the Stormrage brothers had worked together to destroy the Well of Eternity, closing off Sargeras’ only entry into Azeroth. The price for this heroic action by the twins was high though and in the end all of Kalimdor suffered, the entire continent was sundered. Millions would die and entire regions would be lost to the Veiled Sea. It was only by Elune’s grace that she had been sent to Ashenvale at the start of this war that had saved her.
Despite the heavy toll the Sundering took on all of the priestesses’, Larienel’s faith was to be tried once more when word spread that Malfurion had permanently imprisoned his brother under Mt. Hyjal for the crime of creating a second Well of Eternity. Larienel was shocked to her core to hear this news; she had thought that Illidan had found his way back to the path of The Mother. He had helped to destroy the Well of Eternity so that the demons could not get through. Why on Azeroth would he create another Well? Was he truly a double agent? Had he been lying when he had said he was only infiltrating the Legion to bring them down? Was Kil’Jaeden’s hold on Illidan stronger than Elune’s? The questions tormented her but what was done was done and ultimately Illidan deserved his punishment. Let The Betrayer rot in his prison and spend the rest of eternity reflecting on his disgrace.
For a time there had been peace and the Priestess had lived with her Sisters in their small temple in Ashenvale in harmony. The Goddess had seen fit to allow her healing abilities to grow in power and she had been happy in her role for the following 10,000 years... Then the news came.
A new race of foes called Orcs had begun to encroach on Kalimdor and, more troubling, they brought the demons with them. The Sentinel's and Moon Guard were called to arms once again and, for the most part, they had been keeping them at bay-Ashenvale was under no immediate threat. Elune always protected her chosen.
Protected or not, though her part of Kalimdor might have been safe, the situation became increasingly precarious. The Demons were able to push back the resistance and the strained Night Elf-Orc Alliance were rapidly losing territory. Measures needed to be taken. Malfurion had saved them all before, would he be able to do it again?
In the end it was Illidan who had saved them. High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind had freed him from his prison on condition he helped them defeat the Legion-the situation must have been truly dire for the High Priestess to take such action. Once again, though, Illidan was to pay a steep price for his actions. He had absorbed the Skull of Gul’dan taking in its foul essence himself in order to stop the corruption of Kalimdor but his features had been twisted into a demonic form with hooves, horns, and wings. The only trace that he was once Night Elf was the colour of his skin and his Elven ears.
For this treachery Malfurion had banished him. Illidan had saved them all once more but he had willingly become a demon in order to do so. He had willingly became one of them and had shamed their proud race. How could this be? Was The Mother testing her? Larienel could think of no reason why she should be tested. The only answer was that Illidan truly was a Betrayer and had actively rejected Elune’s grace. This shook her faith deeply. What of Illidan’s destiny? Was this his destiny? Was he fated to walk in shadow the rest of his life, a betrayer to his people and the Goddess?
The days had passed though, and as the war came closer to Ashenvale supplies diminished. She had taken it upon herself to re-stock the temple. It was not only the priestesses that needed the supplies it was the wounded as well. She would need healing herbs, cloth for bandages, and food. She had no way of knowing that upon her return her own destiny would be forever changed.
Upon her return she knew something was wrong almost immediately. The very sounds of nature were silent, she heard no animal and no rustle of leaves and the air smelled of...smoke? She tightened her grip on her staff and slowly approached her city; it was gone. Their small village had been completely razed and her temple was no more. Dashing to check on the fate of her Sisters she screamed in abject horror as she saw their charred remains and the statue of Elune completely toppled. What had happened was obvious but why had Elune allowed it? Why had she not protected her daughters?
As rage coursed through her very soul she dropped to the ground letting out one final scream of pure fury.
In that moment any other priestess might have dropped to their knees, prayed for her Sisters’ souls, and used this tragedy to strengthen their connection to Elune but Larienel had been consumed by her rage and sorrow as it had clouded her faith. Looking across at what had been her home for more than 10 centuries she knew what she had to do. She had to avenge them all. This terrible massacre could not go unpunished. The priestess had reached down grabbed a blade from a fallen Sentinel, turned her back on the fallen temple, and started walking mind clouded with nothing but the intent of revenge.
She had no idea where she was going but eventually when she had found out in her travels that the Betrayer was in Outland building up a force to challenge the Legion she knew that that was exactly where she needed to be. She knew that seeking Illidan out as a means for revenge meant turning her back on Elune, but Elune it seemed had already abandoned her. Was this another test of her faith; the desecration of her home and the slaughter of her friends, no not friends, Sisters? Did The Mother already know that in such times that her daughter would not keep the faith? If so she wanted no part in serving such a cruel and vain deity. ’‘The Faithless and The Betrayer’ she thought bitterly, “A perfect match”.
‘Larienel’ she heard her masters voice in her mind beckoning her to whatever plan he had in mind for her atonement. She saw a vision of the location he was requesting her presence and she grinned.
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