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Sound: an Illidan/Kael'thas Story	By : flagfish Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3237 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Despite what the world had been led to believe, there was to Illidan uncanny subtlety and grace, even while at casting he'd appeared an utter beast; Kael supposed he preferred the beast part better, he'd been brought up with too much grace and elegance for his own liking, and had secretly adored things he'd been raised to believe were improper.
Throughout boyhood he'd detested the harp, the long hours his father would have him practice till his body felt stiff and his wrists had gone sore, and when Kael had been particularly naughty, Anasterian would spell his behind to his harp bench, specifically because he knew he'd disliked it; for years through adolescence Kael had longed to escape Quel'thalas and the suffocating walls of the Spire, and he took the first opportunity that arose to do so.
In truth, the formation of Dalaran and the Kirin Tor had been Anasterian's doing; he'd never fancied the humans much and didn't wish to form an alliance, but Quel'thalas was a small and reclusive kingdom, which after millennia of battle had finally found itself overpowered by the Amani trolls. As a last resort Anasterian had come to the humans of Arathor for aid, and in exchange he had offered to teach them magic.
The allied armies had succeeded in defeating the Amani for the time being, and Anasterian had kept up his end of the bargain; after that, he wanted little to do with the Kirin Tor, but naturally Kael would decide that he fancied studying among them.
To him, it all was terribly amusing; he'd developed an exotic fetish for creatures like humans or demons or trolls, precisely because his father had found them distasteful— and, in truth, at the time Kael knew very little about acting as a kingdom's leader. He'd grown up sheltered at the Spire and found his father overly proud and aloof, and didn't understand his dislike of the humans or why he'd preferred to keep Quel'thalas secluded. In the life of an elf, Kael had been very young when he went to study at Dalaran, just barely out of adolescence and not much more mature.
His time away there had felt to him like escape from a prison, without any understanding of what he willingly gave up he'd proceeded to indulge in all the things he'd never been permitted; Anasterian's only relief was that Rommath, his son's closest friend, had agreed to accompany him, which meant the prince would be in good hands.
From a time very early in boyhood, Rommath was aware that what gifts he'd possessed in means of the arcane had been bestowed on him for the express purpose of serving the prince; indeed he had lived for this very task, and nothing gave him greater pleasure than the awareness he'd managed to satisfy Kael'thas somehow. To that end, naturally he'd accompanied him at Dalaran, and had tried to the best of his ability to protect him there, in part from his own father's wrath— and in part from Kael's own antics; Rommath never could understand the prince's fascination with the humans, but if they were what his Highness fancied, then far was it from him to stand in his way.
Countless nights he had stayed at his bedside and tried uselessly to spell away his drunken ailment, or to make him appear presentable for lecture the following day; and Kael was terribly fond of his most devoted follower, in his sickness he'd weakly caress his cheek and croak hoarsely about how he would always have his dear Rommath.
Moments like these were pure pleasure for Rommath, he thought he loved nothing more than to hear the prince's praise; he could spend entire nights kissing every bit of him if his Highness so desired.
Then, one day Kael's time in the sun came abruptly to a halt when news from home came that Quel'thalas had been attacked; his first thought had been that the Amani trolls must have broken their defenses, but it had been something far worse.
He'd never expected to hear that Silvermoon had been decimated. He'd expected even less to hear his father was slain.
Such a thing was not possible; Anasterian had been too aloof, too magnificent, too haughty and secure in himself— such an absolutely supreme presence was not capable of defeat.
Only then had Kael realized how profoundly he'd revered his father.
All those years, it had been all right to scoff at his ideals because somewhere inside Kael believed he'd be around forever; when Anasterian had lectured him about how one day he'd have to lead Quel'thalas, Kael had huffed with sarcasm and said he just wanted to study with the humans.
He'd never imagined the day he'd have to lead would come so soon.
The moment he'd heard the news, he'd wanted desperately to go back home, the weight of his guilt was immense; he'd felt profoundly pained for his defiance in leaving his kingdom, the defiance he'd shown his father for so many years because he never expected adulthood would shortly be upon him. Where was Prince Kael'thas when Quel'thalas fell? He'd been there at Dalaran, wasting his years like they never would come to an end.
"I have to go back," he'd said to Rommath, but his dearest friend had begged him to reconsider; Rommath bowed before him and rapidly kissed both his wrists, his breath came hot on the skin of Kael's hands when he spoke. "If you will, my Liege," he mouthed; "our people need their leader alive and well, please remain here till it's safe to go back."
When ultimately Kael did return, Rommath had carefully planned his entry through an obscure side gate, that he would enter Silvermoon unnoticed, and for this reason the entrance had later come to be known as the Shepherd's Gate; Rommath had also kept secret the awareness that his Highness knew very little about a monarch's duties. The prince had been enough overwhelmed and ridden with grief and guilt, Rommath felt pained to see him distressed and had promised to see him through this darkest of hours; he'd remained his closest advisor and rarely left his side, and had vowed to look after him to the bitter end.
(On to Chapter 6)
A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying Warcraft lore, especially Illidan/Kael'thas, Wrathion/Anduin, or Varian/Arthas (if this is still on here then I'm still looking, haha!) I've had a very difficult time finding anyone interested in this, as WoW fangirls usually like RPing their OCs (which I'm not interested in doing). I don't mind at all if you don't know much lore, if English isn't your first language, if you're a little shy, or if you're new to Warcraft or to RPing; I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff =) If you feel like giving it a go, then please reach me through the contact info on my profile. Thank you! ^^
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