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Timeless: a Wranduin Story	By : flagfish Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 4143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Oh...! Oh, snap, what's this...!"
Wrathion had changed into his true form and unraveled his wings to their full span; he batted them around a little while grinning toothily at Anduin, to the extent that a dragon could blatantly grin.
Anduin chuckled at that, he knew he was being teased about saying he'd liked Wrathion's wings before. "Oh, shut up," he said, but Wrathion wasn't done yet; he turned with his back facing him and unfolded his wings again while regarding him over one shoulder. Then, he began to half-sing, "Look at my wings, you love my wings, you know you love my wings..."
"Yeah, yeah..." Anduin smiled, but the gesture had made him feel a bit braver about riding on his back; "Now fold them back so I can climb on."
"Fold what back? You mean... these?" Wrathion asked while flapping them around again. "Oh! Oh!!"
The worst part was, he really did look pretty cool. "Oh, man, I should never have told you," Anduin said, he approached him and tried to reach up for one of his wings in order to get him to fold it.
"But you did! And now I'll never let you live it down," came the reply, "Oi, what are you— don't touch—"
Anduin realized then that Wrathion was actually ticklish there, his entire face brightened with the awareness of what he could do to him now; "Oh, what's this?" he asked while tickling one of his wings just at its base, "Oh, snap! Oh!"
"By the titans— stop! Stop, stop!" Wrathion laughed, "Crap, I almost did that leg-batting thing— you know, that dogs do—"
"Are you serious?!" Anduin was now aware that he absolutely must tickle him more.
"I'll carry you in my talons! I swear! Oh my titans, stop that...!"
"No! I wanna see you do the leg thing—"
"No way, you'll never see that—"
"Come on, do it—"
"Never!"
Finally Wrathion got enough of a grip on himself that he managed to push Anduin down onto the sand, he took care to do so gently, so it'd be playful— but then he held him firmly on the earth with one foot on his chest.
Anduin grinned up from beneath his talons, his hair had got utterly disheveled and he was flushed in the face; in his true form, Wrathion appeared to smile down at him triumphantly, and Anduin reached up to feel his face with both hands. He traced the line of his mandible toward his cheekbones, then up to his horns far as he could reach, and it was curious to Wrathion somehow— he'd not really let any mortal touch his face that way before, and it would have been irreverent if it wasn't something so innocent and fond.
"You used to be so little," Anduin said, "You'd fit right in my lap—" He grinned while slowly feeling along the smooth curves of his horns, "But now look at you—"
Well into adolescence, he'd carried inside him deep-seated fears at the memory of Onyxia, the terror of facing her from up close— but now he thought he might overcome that; for once, Wrathion appeared very gentle and kind, and had made Anduin wonder if he was his.
His hands trailed down to the foot he had on him, he traced the curving surface of his claws— and while they didn't pose him a serious threat, he nevertheless felt a sort of reverence for their daunting build and stature; even in his human form, Wrathion still bore claws on his hands and feet, but they were far more magnificent like this.
Wrathion tilted his head down suspiciously, like in case he meant to tickle him again; "What are you doing?" he asked, and Anduin glanced back while still tracing one of his claws, "Nothing, just— these babies mean business, don't they?"
"What— my claws?"
"Yeah, they're bloody huge— but don't start with that again, like with your wings—"
He could almost see him starting to smile.
"If I release you, do you promise not to start tickling me?"
"Yeah, I won't," Anduin said; Wrathion regarded him for some moments, like he wasn't sure if he believed that, but finally slid his foot back very slowly.
Anduin helped himself up and dusted the sand from his clothes, he reached to straighten his hair; "All right," he said, "You ready to try it again? I mean— flying with me on your back—"
"I was hatched ready."
"Dude, whatever..."
"What— you mean— flying with... these? Okay, okay, I'll stop. Wait, one more— these?"
After he'd let Anduin climb on, they had a few practice runs; Anduin braced himself to the best of his ability, but still found himself frightened when Wrathion first took off.
"Okay! Abort! Stop, stop!"
Wrathion rolled his eyes but dutifully landed back down. "What's the matter this time?" he asked, "I wasn't even like one foot off the ground."
"Yeah, sorry, I just— I don't know, I wasn't ready. Okay, now try again."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm ready now."
Wrathion took off again, and now Anduin latched onto his neck so tightly that he landed back down straight away. "Okay, that's something else we need to have a talk about," Wrathion said, "You can't grab my neck that hard, okay— feels like I'm gonna choke."
"Oh," Anduin replied, he released his hold slowly; "I didn't realize I was holding on that tight."
"Yeah, you did that last time, too, and I was like, dude, what the hell—"
"Well, what am I supposed to hold on to then, if not your neck?"
He had a point, Wrathion had to admit; "Okay," he said, "you can hold on to my neck— but not like— crazy tight—"
"Okay, fine— so how's this—"
Anduin proceeded to lean forth and slide his arms round his neck with a moderate sort of grip; Wrathion thought about it for some moments, he moved his neck a little to check; "Well— okay, I guess maybe that works—"
It occurred to him he sort of liked being held like that; he might have asked Anduin to scratch him there, too, but then he'd never hear the end of it.
"Right— I'm taking off again. You ready?"
It took about three more tries before they were finally airborne, and before Wrathion managed to fly off the cliff completely without Anduin totally freaking out; he found he actually sort of liked having him on his back, especially now that he knew he'd found him impressive.
But now that they'd both come to enjoy it, the ride back down to the palace seemed too short and simple to Wrathion; he'd secretly have liked to fly with him farther.
"Well, so here we are—" he said while descending into a grove not too far from the main lawn; "How was that? Pretty good, right? I think that went well."
Anduin, too, had found he had actually enjoyed himself; the ride still was somewhat intimidating, but there also was a sort of exhilaration to it— especially when Wrathion paid careful attention to keep his back level, and didn't make him feel like he might fall off.
"Yeah, you know—" he grinned while slowly pulling back his arms, "that wasn't so bad— I think maybe I even kinda liked it."
"You did?" Wrathion turned to regard him from over one shoulder; "You weren't scared or anything?"
"A little," came the reply, "But I think it went better now— I don't know, this time I wasn't all that scared."
He proceeded to slide down from over his back, and Wrathion showed off his wings one last time before finally changing to his human form; Anduin timidly got one hand in his and swung their arms a little. Wrathion regarded him for some moments before getting his free hand on his face, he drew him close and kissed him fervently; Anduin was then certain that, despite everything, it had turned out to be a brilliant night.
--
Ysera was really too tired for this.
She had Malygos strewn over her lap and was irritably striking his behind to the rhythmic beat of the music currently playing, this wasn't how she wanted to spend the evening; "And this is my spanking hand, too," she sighed to Itharius, "I won't have enough strength left to discipline you and Eranikus tonight."
She regarded Malygos tiredly and shook her head; "I hope you're feeling pleased," she muttered, "I can't even feel my palm anymore. What the hell were you thinking? What has got into you?"
"Nozdormu," Malygos' voice trembled with the impact of the strikes when he spoke.
"Well, that explains it. Then this should be his job."
"You know, you could always just stop— it bloody hurts."
He'd tried tolerating it at first, but knew this would be pointless; he was aware that what pretense he might put up of defiance would give way soon enough to the same show of pain that was inevitable here— and that, either way, he'd wind up an undignified and sobbing mess.
Ysera might have asked Itharius for assistance in covering Malygos' eyes, she knew him well enough to expect he'd probably try his enchanting gaze at some point— but she couldn't very well ask a consort to restrain another aspect, she always had to do everything around here.
"We'd reached a consensus...!" she huffed, "You can't just go around attacking mortals like some kind of beast, we have rules for that...!"
"Would you at least watch your claws, they're really bloody sharp—"
"You should've thought of that earlier!"
Finally, Itharius intervened; "Beloved," he said to Ysera, "If you absolutely must make use of your spanking hand, maybe you ought not do it barehanded? You could always use a belt—"
Ysera sighed again, she regarded Itharius like she knew his heart was in the right place; "Yeah, but this way it's humane, see—" She explained, "with an item, like a belt, you can't gauge how much it hurts the guy you're spanking— so it's too cruel."
"You know," Malygos said irritably, his voice still came punctuated by the impact of the strikes; "It would be even more humane if you just stopped spanking me."
"You earned this...!" she huffed, "You had this coming...! Damn it, Malygos, why do I always feel like you're scheming shit?"
"I wasn't scheming this time!" he protested, "You have to listen to me, that mortal is dangerous— he really shouldn't be here...!"
--
Azshara was thinking aloud while she paced back and forth in her study; "This is good," she told Vashj, "this is an opportunity."
She felt that the injury Kael'thas had suffered wasn't anything she couldn't treat, but the more she thought of it, the greater an excuse it seemed for keeping Illidan around without having to spell him; also, she was rather curious as to how it was that he had Illidan's magic in the first place, and intended to inquire some of these things of Ysera.
"I can't look desperate," she whispered loudly, "I have to look like I'm busy with queen stuff, so he won't think I'm some loser— could you tell those two something like— I don't know— like maybe that it would be best for him to rest for like a few days— and that he can stay here— like that it's because I feel bad that the fight happened here at the palace or something— do you think that sounds dumb? That sounds credible, right?"
"Az, but don't you wanna talk to him?" Vashj asked, "I mean, okay— I get that you don't want to spell him just yet— but he's like right there in the guest room, you could just go in and say— I don't know— that you wanna examine his magic or something."
Azshara stilled with mute panic and turned her gaze to Vashj; "No. No way. I can't."
"This is so unlike you; Az, you're so awesome at spelling guys— I wish I was half that good—"
"I know, but this is different...! He makes me really nervous...!" She thought for some seconds more, and then turned to Vashj again; "I know," she said, "We could just go to Ysera directly, right? And just tell her something like, that guy from your party was injured— but don't worry, I'm treating his injuries, but he'd need to stay here— oh, but she'd probably see right through that, wouldn't she— but it's not really a lie, right?"
Around then, a knock came at the door; Azshara flipped her gaze there and then whispered, "Shit— you don't think anyone heard what I said, do you?"
Vashj shook her head; "Girl, no, you weren't being that loud... want me to go get it?"
"Yeah— get the door, and if anyone asks, say I'm busy doing— like— legislative stuff— here—"
She rapidly trotted over to the table near the far end of the room and proceeded to sit down, like she was really busy with work.
Crap, she thought on seeing the unfinished paperwork stacked there, I really do need to get around to finishing all this work...
Vashj waited for her to have settled before making for the door; a servant knelt before her and explained that Lord Dath'remar Sunstrider had come as per her Majesty's request.
"Oh...!" Azshara mouthed while looking up from the desktop, Shit, I completely forgot I called for him.
She straightened in her seat with pretense of untouchable elegance and said, "Thank you— I will see him shortly."
After the servant had left, Vashj regarded Azshara knowingly; she didn't even bother hiding her smile.
"Okay, now I'm pretty excited," she said, and Azshara huffed incredulously.
"Oh...!" she laughed, "I see how it is...!" She waved her hands around ridiculously and said with mockery of dramatic concern, "Oh, Az, just spell him, you're the queen...! I know that look on your face."
Vashj chuckled, she paced to the desk and sat across from Azshara.
"Who says I'm not gonna spell him?" she grinned.
"You're not, you want him the way he is."
"Oh, stop."
Azshara held her hands out midair with pretense of squeezing an imaginary butt; "Let me tell you about Dath'remar Sunstrider," she smirked, "I'd give his ass a solid seven out of ten."
--
The spell Azshara had cast on Kael really had done him good— he could feel the raw power of it course through him, with a sort of unadulterated purity he'd only felt from Malygos— but even with its potent healing energies, he'd been weakened considerably since the attack.
He did his best to hide this; he didn't want to ruin this moment.
To be lain here between Illidan and Jaina, it was more than he could have wished— he had loved them both, and was glad he'd not ultimately succumbed to Malygos' spell, so that he could live to see this.
Could it be that Jaina actually worried for him...?
His gaze turned from her to Illidan while they spoke, the chandelier high in the ceiling was comprised of shimmering arcane lights unlike those he'd known in Quel'thalas, but they were nevertheless somehow familiar; his gaze lingered on Jaina's white hair, the fine wrinkles that now lined her face— and he thought they had made her more alluring, she appeared wiser and more mature—
And Illidan across from her, decidedly handsome and strikingly Kaldorei in his features, but still Illidan all the same.
Illidan's hand still moved on Kael's naked chest where he traced the path of an old wound, and Kael felt his vision go blurry; he was inexplicably tired, and didn't mind if he fell asleep then, just for a little while.
He'd already drifted off when there came a brief knock at the door, a servant had come to announce the queen was on her way, along with Lady Vashj and Lord Dath'remar Sunstrider; Jaina remembered Vashj's remark that Kael's magic resembled his, she now worried his presence might rouse too many questions.
She regarded Illidan and said, "You know, we really ought to return to Ysera's company; we shouldn't be here, and my— a boy I'm guarding is here as well, I'm starting to worry they won't be able to find us—"
They both turned to the entrance when the doors came apart, then the queen walked in— followed by Vashj and Dath'remar; it was weird to see him from up close, despite herself Jaina glanced in attempt to find any similarities he might have to Kael'thas. She remembered his performance on stage with Refreshment Table, and could see now that his hair really was unusual for a night elf, in its amber color and streaks of gold; he still was shirtless as he'd been on stage, a style Jaina had noticed on many of the Kaldorei men present that night. His navel was adorned with a very finely-crafted ornament of jewels, and his nipples were pierced with very small bells, something he seemed to wear with pride; he appeared to be in terrific reverence of the queen and her handmaiden, and the opportunity he had to serve them.
In truth, Azshara was quite nervous to be there, her formality came to her unnatural and strained— and it was all because of Illidan— because of the plan she and Vashj had devised with intent to have him stay willingly— because such a plan had considerable potential to fail.
On her approach, Illidan bent on one knee with practiced decorum and quietly said his respects, Jaina wondered if she ought to do the same— she bowed awkwardly, unfamiliar with the customs practiced in those times. But, naturally, whatever Jaina was doing was the last thing on Azshara's mind; her gaze lingered on Illidan, her pulse raced with all the unwholesome things she thought of doing to him.
"You may rise," she stammered, now certain the anxiety was audible in her voice— she probably sounded so stupid—
At her side, Vashj knowingly nudged her in the ribs, and Azshara subtly nudged her back and whispered, "Stop it...!"
She turned to Jaina after that and said, "I've come to check on his wounds; what is this boy's name?"
"Your Highness," Jaina replied, "His name— is Kael'thas—"
She said nothing of his family name, or the title of prince.
"If you will, your Majesty, I'm beginning to worry we've been separated from our party too long— we hate to impose, and amongst us is a priest who could tend to my friend's wounds—"
In Darnassian, the term for priest came without gender, because by default the understanding had been that a priest would be female— Jaina had carefully chosen the term as not to give Anduin's gender away. But that also was something the queen cared little about; on hearing these words, she momentarily worried Jaina made too sound a case for Kael'thas' dismissal, which would leave her with no convincing reason to keep Illidan around.
"Oh—" she laughed, now breaking her formal facade; "Seriously, it's no worries— I heal people all the time, you guys totally aren't imposing—"
But this response had made Jaina even more suspicious, as she'd worried for some time that Azshara had some underhanded motive in having Kael delivered there; Crap, she thought, and now it seems he'd fallen asleep— he was just carefree as a child, wasn't he...?
"With all due respect," she said, "We are filled with gratitude for all you've done for him— but I'd like to regroup with Ysera and her brood, and with our other friends—
"Oh, hey, don't even worry about it," Azshara laughed, "I'll definitely have Ysera notified, I'm sure she'd be cool with it—" she paused a moment and wondered if she'd come off too eager, and if Illidan would think she was weird— it was really so hard to act normal with him around.
Seriously, look at him, she thought, could his trousers possibly be any tighter...?
However, somewhere during her meticulous scrutiny of Illidan's pants, she paused when something almost as fascinating caught her attention; she turned to regard Kael'thas, who now appeared soundly asleep, and there was something about this that didn't sit right with her.
"That's odd," she said, Vashj and Dath'remar watched while she made her way over to Kael and proceeded to examine him; she drew apart the flanks of his robe with proficient ease, then got one hand directly on his lesion.
Jaina leaned over him with concern and asked, "What is it?"
Azshara remained still while moving one hand over Kael's shoulder and neck, she said, "This is a curious wound; it's almost like— it's not even a wound, but a natural part of his body— Vashj, you're right, this is definitely Dath'remar's magic—"
She turned toward him and beckoned him closer.
"Give me your hand," she asked, Jaina watched as he assisted the queen, he was now gazing at Kael'thas quite oddly, because he felt it, too.
"Your Highness," he said while pressing his hand to the lesion, "but that's the Stone of Hannalee—how is this possible?"
"What's the Stone of Hannalee?" Jaina asked with audible impatience, she'd become aware something seemed wrong; Illidan turned his gaze from Kael'thas to Jaina. "One of three powerful mooncrystals in possession of the Sunstrider dynasty," he explained, "of which Dath'remar is an heir."
It was something Jaina remembered very vaguely from her youth, from her academic studies at the Kirin Tor; "But the three stones are in my possession," Dath'remar said, "at the full capacity of their effect— why is he imprinted with the Stone of Hannalee?"
Kael's last verdant sphere, Jaina thought, she now felt all the more eager to get them both out of there, before the questions became too intrusive; "Well, I have no idea," she lied; "I've never heard of that stone, and I doubt Kael has, either— maybe it was something Malygos cast."
"No," Azshara shook her head, "this wound had developed from within; and— Vashj, look at this—" She tilted her head back to Kael's chest, where she palpated the skin to around the manubrium of the sternum.
"Here, too," she said, "But much more faintly— this is Dath'remar's magic, here, too—"
After her, Vashj followed suit, she paused when she also felt it and turned to regard Azshara curiously.
"There was a wound here once— wasn't there?" she asked Jaina.
Jaina had become increasingly uneasy; she wondered if the whole situation might have been averted if Kael had remained in the form of Aethas, but it occurred to her now that the queen could probably see through that sort of magic, as well. Then came the question she'd dreaded ever since they'd been brought inside—
"What is the purpose of your visit here?"
Like the queen had figured out already they weren't merely Azshara fans, who had traveled only to take part in her fabulous party.
"Your Highness," Jaina said in her best display of civil calm, "The dragon aspects wish to have someone in my charge brought before the Sisterhood of Elune, so that his priestly talents may be examined. In truth, Kael and I are only here by incident."
She had realized too late she'd used the term his.
At that, Azshara stilled; for some terrible moments, Jaina feared the worst, but then the queen's face brightened and she chuckled lightheartedly.
"Good one," she laughed, "But seriously, why are you really here?"
Jaina noticed that Vashj was snickering, too, and even Dath'remar was badly trying to conceal a smile.
"Ah—" Jaina said, "Well— we really are here to visit the Sisterhood, Ysera could clearly confirm, and, as a matter of fact, she must wonder where we've gone—"
"Wait, you're serious," Azshara said, "You've really come to have a male priest examined by the Sisterhood."
She snickered a little and visibly tried to hold herself back.
Jaina kicked herself mentally for her blunder, aware there was no good way to back out of it now; the last thing she wanted was to get Anduin into even more trouble with this. She wished he had just listened to her, instead of appealing to the aspects to come here...
She could tell that now Azshara was doing her best to appear open-minded and accepting, with the sort of patronizing air that meant without doubt she felt sorry for Jaina, for being so far deluded.
"No, I think that's great...!" Azshara said, "for sure, I think a male priest would be a really cute idea, I can dig that—" she turned to Vashj in an attempt to gain support, "Right? Like maybe if it was some cute guy dressed in a sexy priest-inspired uniform, like a stripper— I mean, who wouldn't find that hot? Or like for role-playing in bed..."
Now Vashj smiled and agreed, in attempt to show the same mutual support to Jaina; "Yeah, male priest, that could be pretty hot."
It occurred to Jaina they really meant well— to them, the prospect of a male in the role of a priest was something akin to a puppy made to act as magistrate.
"Listen," Azshara said, she leaned toward Jaina like she meant to convene in some sisterly way, and got one hand on hers; "Please don't think badly of me, I like to think I'm a modern and open-minded sort of monarch— I'm not some misandristic tyrant, I think boys should definitely have rights. They can show a lot of promise, sometimes they even demonstrate intellect almost like ours, I think they bring such a colorful and endearing contribution to society— and, sure— they could definitely play a role in the Priesthood, why not?"
She turned to Vashj, who nodded in perfect agreement; "What would the Sisterhood be without support and help from little men behind the scenes, I think we should be more grateful for these cute guys who work hard to make our coffee, and who look so cute in their tight pants— back me up here, Dath'remar, am I right? Yeah, things would be so dull if we didn't have sexy boys around to look at..."
She grinned at Illidan coyly, like she hoped he understood she was all in support of men's rights.
Dath'remar felt absolutely flattered by this little speech; few things were more empowering than being celebrated for how cute you looked in tight pants. He beamed at Azshara, then Vashj, and respectfully said, "If I may, your Highness— it is good to serve a truly enlightened monarch— not all women understand, but her Majesty is far ahead of her time."
As the queen spoke, Illidan thought of Tyrande; he felt that everything he knew of the Sisterhood he'd learned from her, and reflected on the matter of a male priest. Would Tyrande be as open-minded about such a thing? Would she view assistance from males as an enriching sort of benefit, or would she shoot it down as many women would, with the argument that a man's place was not at Elune's holy altar, but instead in the home or the earthen druidic arts?
No, Tyrande isn't like that, he thought, she'd never been opposed to either him or Malfurion gaining an education— but still, priesthood... that was a whole other level of which to speak.
They had all been so deep in conversation they hadn't noticed that Kael'thas had slowly begun to rouse, he regarded them sleepily and felt completely disoriented; there came hazily the lights from the chandelier, the soft scent of fabric, Jaina was nearby and he also saw Illidan. And also, there was Lady Vashj— Kael watched her innocently, she appeared very different in her elven form— but she still was Lady Vashj, even so—
He'd not recognized Dath'remar straight away, he'd only seen him before from a distant part of the lawn; his gaze lingered on his handsome face and the graceful slide of his hair. He listened to the ongoing conversation about the queen's enlightened policies, and how passionately she assured them she was very fond of men (they made wonderful pets).
You see, Jaina? He thought, I told you we could trust them. Although he'd never met Azshara in his own timeline, he'd been certain she had a good heart— he knew that Vashj heeded her command, and that it must have been Azshara who had sent her armies in Illidan's support. She had probably sent Vashj to rescue him, Kael'thas, in his own darkest hour as well.
At this point in the meeting, the queen had grown considerably more confident after sharing her candid speech, she hoped she'd left a good impression on Illidan in regard to her views; she'd got comfortable enough she had proceeded to examine Kael'thas freely, even with Illidan like right there.
"So, yeah— I'm sorry, what was your name?" she asked Jaina, and Jaina hesitantly replied; she, herself, was no longer certain what she thought of Azshara; while she really did sound far more open-minded and accepting than everything Jaina had heard of in legend, who knew if she really meant all that? What if she was just saying all this stuff, and all the while had some diabolical spell up her sleeve...?
Jaina had also become impatient to meet up with Anduin, now that she'd become aware of the sort of reception he would likely receive from the Sisterhood of Elune; but the queen was now helping herself to Kael's body freely, she had contentedly pulled the flanks of his robe completely to his sides, so that he was lain almost naked at the examination area— she was now on to searching his body for any other magical imprints.
"He's cute, isn't he?" she smiled at Vashj while her hands passed over his thighs, "like some of those dragons— but I bet we'd never get to touch any of them this way—" Kael kept his eyes closed so as not to let on just yet that he was awake, he liked this sort of nurturing attention.
All while he was surrounded by some of his favorite people in all the world.
He showed no resistance when Azshara parted his legs, but then she suddenly gasped; "Vashj, have a look here," she said, she beckoned Vashj over and directed her attention to a small, enchanted mark just at Kael's inner thigh.
"Dath'remar," Azshara said, "come here."
Dath'remar leaned forth curiously, and then paused on seeing the mark; he appeared terribly perplexed. "But that's..." he murmured;
"The mark of Sunstrider," Vashj supplied, and now all three were leaning over Kael's exposed thigh to inspect the seal better; Jaina remained where she was and inwardly fumed, Kael'thas really was an idiot: did he honestly not think to conceal that sort of thing...?
She might have argued that this was a matter too intimate to warrant such scrutiny, but what sort of physical exam sacrificed health in the name of modesty...?
"But you have this very same mark," Illidan said to Dath'remar, who nodded in agreement; "How is it that he came by it?" he asked, "It might be a clue as to why his magic is similar—"
Finally, Azshara turned to Jaina; she asked directly, "What is this boy's relation to the house of Sunstrider?"
(On to Chapter 21)
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