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Shattered	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 8001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty-Three – Sara Conway
Sara eyed the raptor standing across from her, with subtle move of her hand its head jerked following the ragged doll she held. “Want it, boy?” she said with a smile. She made a move as if to throw it but instead of being fooled the scaly beast charged and tackled her, clamping down on the doll with its razor sharp teeth. Laughing Sara grabbed it with both hands and pulled. Omelet let out happy growl noises as he tugged on the battered toy. Suddenly, to both of their surprise, the doll ripped in two sending Sara tumbling to the hard ground. The dinosaur looked at her with a look of shock, half the battered doll hanging out of its mouth. Sara couldn’t help but to laugh. “Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll fix Bob up as good as new … again.”
Omelet let the half he still held drop with a snort of disgust. Strong arms grabbed her from behind and pulled her up to her feet. “You should be more careful, Sis,” Foster said.
“That scrambled egg wouldn’t hurt me,” Sara replied, bending down to gather up the pieces of toy.
“He’s not a hatchling anymore,” Foster needlessly pointed out, “he’s as tall as me. But I wasn’t worried about you …” the hand fell to her belly that was very much showing now.
Sara placed her hand on top of his; Foster’s skin was gray from his curse. “We’re both fine,” she replied, “Though one of us may be running out of means to entertain herself with.” She gestured to the small mound of quilts she’d made out of patches of cloth Foster returned with, “Finished another quilt, have enough to blanket the whole cave with now if we wanted. I’ve made us both a complete set of leather armor from the hides you bring back along with another for Nathaniel …” her voice trailed off at the thought of her elfin brother.
“I’m sure he’ll be grateful,” Foster said tersely.
Their short break until Nathaniel recovered had turned into over three months of waiting, with little news. Skang snuck out of his quarantine occasionally so they knew Nathaniel still lived but seemly trapped within his mind. Sara knew what waited in his dreams and it terrified her; she could only guess what it was doing with his already fragile grasp to reality. Foster’s hand left her belly; he slid on a gauntlet as he stepped away.
“Ogres or troggs?” she asked, walking over to her sewing kit. “Skang says the Horde appreciate your efforts even if they don’t know why their ogre problem disappeared as of late.”
“Think I’ll take a trip to Uldaman tonight,” Foster said, slipping his helm over his head. “The ancient artifacts there are fascinating.”
Sara rolled her eyes as she turned away from him. “Yeah, because you go there to sightsee. Please be careful Big Brother, I know you do what you must.”
“Keep Omelet close,” Foster said as he chanted opening a death gate, Fluffy stepped through. “And no fire …”
“After dark,” Sara finished for him. “Aye, got it … haven’t given our position away yet, won’t start now.”
Foster brushed back her hair with his iron covered hand. “You are more like Mother every day.”
“She has red hair remember?” Sara said, her cheeks blushing at the compliment.
“I didn’t mean her hair color,” Foster said climbing on to the back of the bone griffon and taking to the sky.
She watched him until he was gone from sight. With a sigh she walked back into the cave that had been their home for the months of waiting, settling down on a cushion of folded blankets she started working on sewing the tattered doll back together. She was busy attaching one of the arms when Omelet let out a low growl. Dropping the ragdoll she grabbed a sword nearby and backed into the cave where it was darker. A low bird call came and she relaxed. “It’s okay boy,” she said and the raptor curled back up in the nest made from straw as Skang walked into the opening.
“It’s still daylight,” she said, laying the sword down. “Is … it Nathaniel?”
The orc nodded his grizzly face unreadable. “I have brought news, where is your brother off to?”
“He’s appeasing his hunger,” she replied, “please, what news do you bring?” She asked but was afraid of the answer.
The stern look faded and the orc smiled, “he’s awake …”
Sara let out a happy scream as she tackled the orc and was swung lightly around in his embrace. Omelet studied her from his nest with a look of mild concern. “How … how is he?”
“Weak, it will take him some time to recover,” Skang said sitting her down. He touched her swollen belly, “may I suggest again you and Foster go to your family? It will be another month before he’s fit to travel unless we want to risk him falling ill again.”
“I have waited this long,” she replied, “we will wait until we can leave together. How is his mind? I feared that the most trapped in his nightmares.”
“From what little we have spoken, he seems to be fine,” Skang replied, pulling the pack from his back and taking out packages. Omelet let out a happy growl and made a grab for one paper wrapped parcel that Skang quickly pulled back and tossed to Sara. “Smoked fish, it will keep if you are doing fine in the meat department.”
“Meat is plentiful here,” she said, “but fish will be a welcomed change from stringy wolf meat we’ve been eating, thank you. Will they lift your quarantine now? My brother is no risk … they must see that.”
“Warlord Gorn will speak to Nignath this evening, I would suspect we’ll have our freedom afterwards,” Skang replied.
“You should have waited,” Sara said, “though I am grateful you did not, your news brings joy to my heart. Guess I cannot offer you to join me for dinner? I do hate eating alone.”
“I’m sorry,” Skang said, “I should get back before I’m missed.”
“By your guards or by Sarophas?” Sara asked coyly.
The orc’s cheeks flushed and he shrugged his broad shoulder. “I will welcome being able to be with him freely, he has been patient.”
Sara had been more than a little surprised to find out the lover Skang had mentioned was a male Blood Elf that had made a home in the small Horde outpost of Kargath. During the orc’s brief visits she had learned much about the elf, though both knew she would never be able to meet him in person. The ugly purple tattoos on her face meant she must remain in the shadows.”
She sat down and picked up the batter doll once more, Omelet watched her curious but when it became evident she wasn’t going to play with him he went back to chewing a large bone.
“Your brother is getting sloppy,” Skang said standing and shouldering his now empty pack. “I saw him fly away, others could too.”
“I believe he’s scared everything away in a five mile radius but I will mention it to him,” Sara replied, the orc bent down and she wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a hug that he returned.
“Stay safe,” the orc said squeezing her gently.
“You too,” Sara replied, “tell Nathaniel we love him and to hurry up and get well!”
Nodding Skang disappeared into the shadows of the cave. Outside as the sun started to set, giving the sky a crimson glow. Sara hummed softly to herself as finished sewing up the doll. Afterwards she tossed it to the raptor that grabbed it and laid it alongside his other toys. Chuckling Sara made herself a small dinner with the dried fish Skang had brought and couple thick slices of bread. Between bites she tore chunks off and tossed them to Omelet who gobbled them down, he’d go hunt later for his real dinner.
A shadow passed over the opening of the cave. “That was quick,” she replied without looking up, “You missed Skang …” There was a brilliant blast of magic and to her shock a sheep appeared in the nest, as Omelet was transformed. She made a grab for her sword but was knocked back by another cast. It burnt her arm and she let out a yell. Standing at the opening of the cave was a bulky form; its pair of heads studied her.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Sara said standing, “leave before my brother puts both of your heads on spikes.”
“This Dustbelcher lands,” the left head snarled, “you shouldn’t be here!”
“Wasn’t by choice,” Sara said bringing her hands up, and moving into a defensive position.
“Woman has babe inside,” the right head chuckled, “we both eat tonight.”
“Like hell,” Sara said, charging, at the same time she bent down and picked up her sword with one hand and the shield resting near the wall with the other. Bringing the buckler up just in time to deflect a spell cast at her, no matter their size she knew close combat was every caster’s curse. The large creature was nimble for its size and danced away as she advanced.
“Careful,” the left head growled, “I don’t like my meat well done.”
Pressing forward she caused the ogre mage to back out of the cave, giving them both more room. Her foe let out a howl of pain and stumbled back, Sara was shocked to see the thick left leg of the mage turn red with blood. Bringing her sword around sliced into the arm of the ogre splattering her face with blood.
“I told you,” Skang said appearing, twin daggers in hand, “you have grown careless.”
“Save the told you so,” Sara said, “help me finish him off before he brings friends.”
That got her a grunt and the rogue vanished once more as she charged. The battle should have been shorter than it was. Without armor Sara’s skin had an array of burns on them, she was also trying to protect her child which made her moves sloppy. However, the outcome was never in question as the pair simply overpowered the mage. Suddenly a strong wind knocked them back.
“Enough!” the heads shouted together. “We end this now!”
The giant ogre started glow and Sara took a step back rising up her shield. “Get down!” Skang shouted, grabbing her and forcing her to the ground as there was a brilliant flash followed by searing heat. The orc took the brunt of the attack and let out a bone chilling yell. For a long moment afterwards Sara laid dazed on the ground, the weight of Skang pressing down on her. A wet tongue across her cheek brought her out of her stupor and she looked up at Omelet.
“You okay?” she asked.
There was no answer from the orc, wiggling her way out from under him she was surprised to find the ogre mage gone. For a moment she thought he’d gotten away when she noticed ash and pieces of bone spewed around. “He blew himself up?” she wondered aloud. Glancing over at the orc she let out a scream, his back was blackened by the blast; his thin leather tunic did little to shield himself. “By the Light, no,” she said. “Skang, please don’t be dead …” She reached up and placed two fingers next to his neck, it took a moment for her shaking hands to find it, but eventually a weak pulse could be felt.
She placed a hand on the back of the orc’s head. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “Nathaniel is awake … please, please be awake …” she lifted her fingers to her mouth and let out the distress signal taught to her years ago by her brother. There was no answer; blinking back tears she repeated the call for help twice more. Again there was no reply, they had purposely chosen a place far from the Horde Camp, and she guessed it was too far away. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. She stood and hurried back to the cave, they had some healing salve left … too little to do much but she had to try.
Just then the answering cry of the Farstriders came from the west. “Foster!” she thought relieved, “he’ll know what to do.” And then it came again, this time from the east and she let out a soft cry. “I just have to make sure you stay alive,” she said as she let out another distress whistle of her own. She gently as she could, moved Skang to one of her quilts then grabbing one end started to pull him over the rocky ground toward the cave and out of the elements. She strained under his weight, Omelet appeared at her side and grabbing the edge of the blanket in his mouth started tugging on it alongside her. Together they got him into the cave and she patted the raptor on the nose. “I forget sometimes, you’re smarter than you appear,” she said. Taking a canteen she poured the water over the ravaged skin on the orc, and was reassured by the moan she heard. “Sorry,” she said, “it’s the best I can do.”
There was another whistle, it was getting closer. Sara repeated it and pondered what her next move should be. With the tattoo on her face and the burnt orc at her feet, assumptions could be deadly. But she couldn’t just leave him; she walked over to Omelet and kissed the raptor on the muzzle. “Go hunt,” she said. It would be dark soon, he would be safe. Omelet titled his massive head to one side and studied her for a long moment before seemly nodding its head and running out of the cave. Moving outside the cave she lit a small fire. Foster had told her otherwise, but she needed to be found. She frowned, Foster had answered her cry, and he should be here by now.
Moving back into the cave she tried to make Skang as comfortable as she could, keeping him on his chest, she poured what salve they had left onto his burns. As expected it did little. Time ticked by slowly, she repeated her distress cry ever few minutes but there were no more answers and she was unsure what to think. Wrapping her fingers around Skang’s she waited. “Why did you come back?” she sighed.
“We were told we shouldn’t be alarmed at what we found …”
Sara gasped and looked up; in the outline of the cave was a pair of hulking forms. She stumbled back but made no attempt to grab a weapon. “Please …” she said, “help him.”
“Damn fool,” a large female orc stepped into the cave and with a whispered spell a large pulsing wooden totem appeared, its light it cast filled the cavern with soft glow. “What happened?”
“An ogre mage attacked me,” Sara said, creeping closer, “he was protecting me … Nignath?” Large brown eyes looked up at her and a look of alarm crossed the other’s face. Flushing Sara pulled back, placing a hand over her tattoos. “Only paint, I swear,” she said. “The mark is no deeper than my flesh.”
“I doubt that,” the orc replied, she glanced over her shoulder, “Legor, my love, I need your help.”
Sara couldn’t help but shrink back as the large orc male stepped into the cave, her hand moved to her swollen belly which wasn’t missed by either orc. “You’ve lived out here the entire time? This is no place for a young mother.”
“It hasn’t been that bad,” Sara said watching as Nignath’s hands started to glow. Flesh started to heal. “Is …my brother …”
The orc glanced over at her. “Of course … I should have seen the resemblance. He is probably out of his mind with worry; he was too weak to make the journey. Though when your cry for aid went out; I swear he was going to crawl to you if needed.”
“I didn’t know what else to do,” Sara said.
Nignath nodded as Legor knelt and joined her at Skang’s side. He too seemed to have healing magic that he joined with the other; soon the wounds were closed leaving behind an ugly but healed scar. “He and Thomas will match now,” Sara said absentmindedly.
“That they will, both scarred saving the life of a child,” Nignath reached over and placed a hand on Sara’s belly. She felt the orc shaman’s magic enter her, at the same time it soothed the burns she had gotten from the battle. “The babe is fine,” the orc said, “she is strong like her mother.”
“She?” Sara said with a small smile.
“Where is her father?” Legor asked and Sara’s smile faded.
“I … he …” Sara stumbled over words as his question brought back unwanted memories of Vance’s cruel touches and she shuddered.
The orc maiden’s eyes flashed. “Forgive my husband sometimes he speaks before thinking. He did not live in an internment camp, though he knows what happened to females there.”
A look of understanding crossed Legor’s face and his cheeks flushed. “Forgive me,” he said.
“You both speak Common very well,” Sara said, as Skang let out a soft moan. “He wakes!”
“On our way here,” Legor said, “we heard another cry … who was that?”
“I don’t know …” Sara started.
“It was me,” a third voice said and the small group looked toward the mouth of the cave where an elf woman stood, bow in hand with an arrow aimed toward them.
Legor let out a growl and placed himself between the archer and the others. He asked a question in orcish and then when that didn’t get answer repeated in Common, “Why do you draw a weapon on us, elf? We are allies …”
“You are very wrong,” the elf hissed, “I am a High Elf, Farstrider of Quel'Thalas … I have no home, but the lodge in the Loch treats me well enough. How did an orc learn the call of aid from my squad?”
“It wasn’t them,” Sara said standing but staying in the shadows. “It was me and my brother Nathaniel taught me, years ago.”
The blonde haired elf snarled, “and where did your brother learn it, you are trying my patience, my fingers get tired of holding this bowstring.”
“If you are who I believe you to be, then you may have very well taught him …”
“We’ve only taken one human into our ranks …”
“I never said my brother was a human,” Sara said, matching the elf’s tone. “His name is Nathaniel, when he lived with your people he went by another name …”
“Nahoan,” the elf said softly, her bow lowered, “he is my brother as well. Where is he?”
“He and I were taken prisoners of the Lich King,” Sara said, “We were both brutally abused by the same mad man.” She stepped into the light so her face could be seen, “the marks I bear now, pale in comparison to the marks left on my brother’s soul. He succumbed to his wounds and has been within the care of these orcs in Kargath for many months. I was attacked by an ogre mage earlier in the evening; Skang was gravely injured defending me. I had no choice but to call for help, my brother heard me and unable to travel on his own, sent Nignath and Legor to help. They arrived just in time, he’s been healed. Please forgive me for making you worry I had no idea there would be another Farstrider within range, let alone one that fought with my brother those many years ago.”
“It hasn’t been that long ago,” the elf said shouldering her bow. “Tell me, are his eyes still blue?”
“Yes,” Sara answered.
“He will not be safe in the hands of the orcs; I request you bring him to me. He can rest in the Farstrider Lodge in the Loch until he is fit to travel. You are welcomed as well,” she said gesturing to Sara, “I will put an arrow through the eye of anyone that questions your appearance.”
“No harm will come to him,” Nignath replied, “it would damage him more to move him any sort of distance before he has healed completely.”
“Please,” Sara said, “my family has a … history with these orcs; my brother could be in no safer hands. They have protected him thus far and will continue to do so.”
“I don’t like it,” the elf said, “but if you are as stubborn as my brother is, then I know there is no swaying your path.” She took out a rolled up parchment and taking a pen out wrote on it for a moment before rolling it back up and handing it to Sara. “This is a map to the Farstrider Lodge I call home in the Loch just beyond the mountains to the north. Please, once he has recovered, I would very much like to see him again.”
“I will make sure he gets it,” Sara said, “do I tell him Solanna sends her regards?”
She knew she had guessed wrong when a look of pain crossed the elf’s face. “My sister’s eyes are now emerald, tell him Swiftwind is looking forward to him honoring his promise to fish with her.”
“I will,” Sara said as the elf walked out of the cave. She watched as Legor bent down and helped Skang stand. “Are you sure?” she asked, “he should rest.”
“I’m fine,” Skang answered, “we need to get back before we’re missed … you had a meeting with …”
“It is done,” Nignath said slipping an arm of her own around her brother. “We have our freedom to come and go as we please, though … Nathaniel is on house arrest, the Warlord does not trust a High Elf regardless of the words I spoke.”
“You promised he’d be safe!” Sara said.
“He is safe,” Nignath retorted, “no harm will come to him, he just cannot leave his quarters which isn’t an issue at his current condition.” The female orc stared at her a long moment, “As much as it pains me to leave you alone in your condition, it would be unwise to bring you to town with us. You have survived on your own these months, please take care. I will return your brother to you as soon as I can.”
“I know,” Sara said, “tell him I am waiting for him to get better.”
Nignath nodded and the trio of orcs walked outside, Swiftwind was long gone by now. Legor let out a shrill whistle and two large wolves appeared from over a rocky knoll. A third beast came at Skang’s call and he was carefully sat upon the beast’s back. With a final wave they rode off. Sara looked up at the dark sky; the moon was out full and bright. “Where are you Foster?” she wondered aloud. There was a noise to her left and she startled, only to see Omelet coming out of the brush. She rubbed his broad nose, “let’s go to bed, it’s been an exhausting day.”
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