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Hell Cavern	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Fifty
Don't stand by my grave and weep,
For I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning, hush.
For I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
Falcon listened to Dylan as they held a brief memorial for those lost. His clan sat close at hand, their faces damp with tears, all but Rain; though his heart was weeping his cheeks were dry from whatever injuries he hid beneath the blindfold. Refusing to give up contact, he continued to embrace Rain, the elf was sitting in front of him with Falcon's legs stretched out on either side. The wounds on Rain's back continued to bleed and seep. "Heal yourself, my heart," he whispered.
A soft sigh escaped Rain's lips and Falcon could almost see the internal struggle as the demon hunter shuddered in his arms. Slowly the lesions started to close. A week ago healing such a wound would have causes as much difficulty as mending a paper cut for the young elf. Today it seemed to take every ounce of Rain's energy a notion which was reinforce as the elf went limp and fell forward.
Falcon's cry of alarm interrupted the prayer and Sid hurried over. The old dwarf placed a hand on the unconscious elf as Falcon pulled Rain to rest against his chest. An odd expression crossed the stout man's face and he jerked his hand back. "There be something dark inside him now, lad," the dwarf said with a frown, "he made a pact with devil."
Falcon had sensed the same shadows in his initial healing probe, he needed more time to sort it out, time they didn't have. "He did so to save us," the druid said defensively. "Give us a moment; hopefully he just needs some rest, sorry to interrupt."
Sid's hand moved to Rain's blindfold, "have ye looked?" the dwarf asked.
Rain grabbed Sid's wrist and turned his head away. "Don't," he growled.
"That was a short nap, my heart," Falcon said, gently sliding a finger under Rain's breaking his hold on the dwarf. "You should rest; we'll still be here for a bit longer before we can follow you to the promised exit."
"Ye smell worse than I do after a seven day drunk," the dwarf said, "that crusted blindfold ain't helping, are the wounds underneath healed over? You could get an infection."
"They have been cauterized," Rain said, "there is no risk of contamination now."
"Cauterize …" the Sid said with a shudder. The dwarf settled back down near Falcon and picked up one of Rain's Warglaives which were resting on the floor. His hand slid over the runic blade.
" … Coldraven fell protecting an injured clan member, because that is what he did, shield those unable to do so on their own."
Falcon's attention was brought back to the service at the mention of the name he recognized. Sly let out a soft sob, the druid reached over and squeezed the rogue's shoulder.
Dylan glanced over at where Demoncraft lay; he was being tended by Jach and Aluari who was sporting a bandage of her own across her forehead. Falcon allowed a brief moment of joy when the bundle tied to her chest let out a cry. "The names of your fallen?" Dylan asked the orc, his voice too weary to hold any grudges.
"Dazb Bigmaw and Gnuk Evilgouger, they died in battle, they died with honor." Demoncraft said, followed by a grunt as Aluari probed his shoulder.
"What about you, Falcon?" Dylan said turning his attention to the Earthhunter clan.
The druid nodded and after taking a calming breath, spoke of their losses. "Katri Starkick, know to all as Star. She may have been quick to anger but steadfast when it came to protecting her friends. Rarvo Shalemelter never met an ale he didn't like. Always with a smile, a truer friend you will not find. Mudon Fiendsmiter, a fiery temper and a tongue to match. But a friend you could rely on when things got tough." They deserved so much more but it was all he could bring himself to say, warm arms wrapped around him from behind as his wife knelt down. She purposely pressed her belly against his back. "Our daughter will see the forest, beloved; they did not die in vain."
The elf in his arms began to sob and Crystal's embrace moved to include him as well. Soon the remaining members of the Clan joined in; Sly, Red, Gola, Shar and Sid. They were silent as Rad and then Atot recited the names of their fallen, so many names. The Tauren leader paused, Falcon was happy for the shaman that his wife was there to stand beside him. "Stonecat has no one to speak the names of their fallen, they all chose death this day. They were unlikely allies to Greatwolf but loyal ones," the shaman's eyes moved to Demoncraft. "We could count on them to have our backs, their second and final death was a good one."
"How can death be good?" Rain whispered.
The Tauren heard him. "Death is nothing to be feared, demon hunter; the embrace of the Earth Mother is waiting to welcome us."
"Mother …" the elf frowned.
Falcon tilted Rain's head back and kissed him, to silence the bitter words before they were spoken. He knew what little experience Rain had with his parent was not a positive one. Pulling back he noticed dark circles from under the blindfold. "Can you sleep, my heart?" He asked softly as Dylan brought the memorial service to an end with a prayer.
"Something worse than a nightmare awaits me when I do," Rain said, his voice sounded foreign to Falcon.
"What if I slept with you to keep the darkness away?" the elf in his arms went rigid. Guessing the intention to pull away, Falcon tightened his hold. "I'm not letting you go!"
"You have to!" Rain cried, matching his tone. "You don't know what I am turning into! Canesut was right; this power takes centuries to understand. I've forced my body to adapt in days. The darkness inside me is winning; it's only a matter of time now. Please, I'll lead you to the exit but after that you must leave me here, where you found me. Where I can't hurt anyone."
"Like hell I will …" Falcon started fiercely.
"You have to!" Rain said turning to face him; Falcon wondered what the mutilated eyes could see. "Please I don't want to hurt you or anyone else … promise you won't let me hurt anyone …"
"No," Crystal said, startling them both. "You will promise us you won't hurt anyone, my heart."
"I can't …" Rain moaned.
Taking Rain's hand she put in on her belly. "Promise," she said again.
A smile appeared as he connected with the small life, however it faded quickly. "I … can't …"
Crystal's eyes flashed. "I trust you," she said, "promise!"
The elf in his embrace turned his face between his wife and Falcon before sighing and nodding his head. "I promise," he whispered.
"That was very touching," Demoncraft growled as he sat up, his injured arm wrapped in bandages. "But now can we get the hell out of here?"
Rain faced the orc. "He's bleeding inside," the elf said, "he needs more healing."
"I'm fine," the orc grunted but a grimace crossed his face saying otherwise.
"You can see that from over here?" Falcon asked as he reluctantly moved Rain off his lap. "Hold him Kotka," he pleaded silently. The rogue whom had been sitting beside him wrapped his right arm around Rain. Crystal sat down on the other side and joined in on the embrace, as Red swatted the demon hunter's hands aside and sat down in his open lap.
"We got him," Sly whispered back with a smirk. "You've sure healed that orc a lot lately."
"A wise elf once told me there aren't enemies here … everyone else is stuck in the same shitty circumstances as I am." Falcon replied as he knelt beside Demoncraft.
"Wise words, maybe you should listen to that elf more often, especially when he talks about orgies." Sly whispered back.
Falcon shook his head at the rogue's insatiable libido, as he pushed Demoncraft back down. At his side Aluari said something in her language, though he couldn't understand the words it sounded like an apology. "You kept him from bleeding to death," he said aloud. Jach translated his words. "Take care of your son; I'll treat your head in a moment."
"She is more of a fighter den a healer, mon," Jach said, "she did her best."
"I'll heal the mother," Dylan said, approaching.
"I'll help with that tough piece of battle jerky," Sid said kneeling down beside Falcon.
"You should rest," the druid said, "you put a lot of energy into healing Rad." He glanced over at the dwarf in question who had fallen asleep off to the side.
"He's a son of Ironforge," Sid said as he laid a hand on Demoncraft. "He healed himself for the most part. Let's do this, you fix the arm … I'll work on the leg and meet you in the middle."
"Leave the scars," the orc said, "give something for the ladies to trace later."
"Since when are you interested in females," Falcon retorted as he started to slip into a healing trance.
"Any warm hole in a storm," the orc replied, "are you offering?" Falcon caused the nerves he was working on to flare up and Demoncraft let out a groan followed by a deep chuckle. "I can just picture you," the orc said, "straddling me, buried hilt deep … head thrown back …"
There was a feral growl behind him, followed by shouts from his Clan. Whipping around Falcon saw Rain being restrained. "I'll rip his tongue out," the elf roared, beneath the blindfold Falcon was alarmed to see a red demonic glow. Sly was thrown aside, unable to catch himself the rogue skated across the hard rock.
"Stop Adran!" Falcon silently commanded, "You'll hurt Faya!" He glanced down at the sneering orc. "I would shut the fuck up now," he said darkly as he quickly moved over to Rain pushing the elf against the wall of the cavern, pinning him there with his body. "I'm here," he said calmly. "I'm safe; we're all safe because of you … calm down, my heart."
"You trying to finish the demon's work, dwarf?" Demoncraft growled.
"I'm just setting the bone straight," Sid said, "but nothing says I have to numb your pain while I do." To emphasize his words, Sid tugged on the leg and there was a loud popping noise. The orc groaned and went limp. "That will shut him up," Sid said with a smirk as he continued the healing.
"Sorry," Rain sighed, relaxing. "Will we be ready to travel soon?"
"Just give us a couple more hours," Dylan said from where he was helping Sly stand upright. "It's been years, a few more hours are not too much to ask. Our injured need time to recover."
Rain asked to be released and Falcon reluctantly did so. Walking over to Sly, the elf put a hand on the rogue's forehead and healed a cut he had gotten from the fall. "You're still in there, Adran, don't give up," Falcon whispered as he knelt beside the unconscious orc and started mending muscle and bone. It was slow and tedious healing and by the time he was finished with the arm and the internal damage to the orc's chest, the druid was exhausted. He stayed where he knelt in a daze long after he had separated from Demoncraft, finally gentle but strong hands fell on his shoulders and pulled him away, leading him over to where his Clan had bedded down. Crystal opened her arms and he collapsed there, and even with the cold hard floor as his mattress he was asleep instantly.
Wakefulness came reluctantly with the low rumble of voices, opening his eyes he found his head resting in Crystal's lap; his wife smiled down at him and brushed his hair back. He looked around as he woke, instinctively counting his clan members. Any last remnant of slumber left him when he came up short and he sat. "Where is he?" he asked without preamble.
"He went to find us food," Sly answered.
"Food?" Falcon asked.
"Well," the now familiar voice said as Rain came into view, "food might be to generous term, but it kept me alive. They may taste better cooked, though." In his hand was a burlap sack.
Falcon approached the demon hunter who seemed reluctant to surrender his prize and took the bag from him. Opening it he noticed still little furry bodies on the bottom. "Rats?" he asked.
"More like moles or something," Rain corrected, "they taste a bit earthy. I would have cleaned them before bringing them back to make it easier on everyone's stomach but knew you would worry if you awoke."
"We've had worse," Crystal said as she took the bag from her husband, "Let's get these cleaned up. There is still plenty of wood from where we would get planks to shore up the mines. We can start some cook fires; the caverns are vast enough smoke shouldn't be an issue."
A small group joined his wife as knives were taken out and the small rodents quickly cleaned, once done they looked like rabbits on the spits being cooked over the open flame.
"Lad," Sid said approaching Falcon who had once again claimed Rain in his lap; he needed to have the elf close at hand. "We've been working these mines for years, ain't never seen so much as a bat."
"They are very sensitive to light and sound, they scurry away before they are seen," Rain answered.
"And how do you catch them?" the dwarf asked.
"They don't see me coming," Rain replied with a smirk. "There are other creatures, but these are the most appetizing and which isn't saying much."
"They are great," Falcon reassured, "our last meal before freedom. Tonight I'll feast on you my heart, under the stars." The slightest shiver escaped from Rain, Falcon wished he could blame it on the sexual tension but had a feeling it was caused by another emotion … fear. He switched to heart speak, "I love you, Adran; my heart feels whole once again. We'll figure this out together." A thought occurred and he reached into his shirt and pulled out the amulet he had tucked within. Rain's expression didn't change. "My heart," Falcon said, "what do you see when you look at me, I know you're not blind."
"Most creatures are dimly glowing forms against a murky background. Demonic energy blazes like burning pitch in the night, you … my heart," Falcon's breath caught as the words of endearment were returned to him for the first time. "You and the others I know look like …" the elf struggled with the word he was looking for and then shrugged, "love."
Falcon's free hand tilted Rain's head back as he kissed him. The lips against his trembled but did not pull back so he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into the unsure mouth. There was the slightest taste of smokiness in the touch. As they embraced he placed the necklace in Rain's hand. The elf's thumb ran over the cool metal he traced the outline, a move he had probably done a thousand times when locked in that hellish crate. Rain let out a small cry and pulled back looking down at his hand.
"Can you see it?" Falcon asked.
"In my heart I can," Rain replied. "How … where …"
"Shar recast it for me," Falcon replied.
"Thank you," Rain whispered to the dwarf that was tending one of the nearby fires as he wrapped his fingers around the amulet.
Sid approached and squatted down beside them. In his hand was a cooked rodent on a spit. "Rat on stick, I knew this gnome in Ironforge that could do wonders with rats …"
"Ugh," Falcon said with a grin, as he slipped the chain of the necklace over Rain's head. "Let me pretend it's something else please." He took the offered stick and using his fingers pulled off a piece of meat. Before he could think about it he popped it into his mouth. It was smoky tasting and a bit tough but overall certainly not the worse thing he'd eaten in his extensive lifetime. He took another bite as Rain, Sly and Sid shared the meal with him. Crystal, Red. Shar and Gola split another between them. After everyone had finished the band of survivors made ready for the trek deeper into the mine.
"How far my heart?" Falcon asked as new torches were lit.
"At our pace, a couple of hours," Rain said.
"A couple of hours," Rad said with a frown, "that would be into the old tunnels if it takes us that long, they may not be safe." The druid was happy to see the dwarf had recovered from his battle injuries.
"It's safe," Rain said, "I don't think they were closed because they weren't secure. I believe the demons knew how close it was getting to the surface. There were corpses there, old ones. I imagine they killed those that had been working the shaft so they couldn't report their findings." The young elf held his Warglaives in his hands; they let off a glow as the demonic energy within him fed into the blades.
"Were they orc remains?" Sly asked. He was being braced by Crystal and Red. Falcon shifted into a grizzly and without prompting Sly crawled onto his back.
Rain shrugged at the question. "Maybe, it was just bones and bits of clothing."
"Shortly after I arrived, almost twenty years ago now, there was an incident of some orcs never coming out of the mines, back then there were no horde or alliance. After that though the orcs split off on their own, we were blamed for the deaths. We lost some to the wall, to think those bastards knew the entire time." The rogue sighed as his fingers gripped Falcon's thick fur. "Let's go," he said, "I'm ready to go home."

Koori's Korner: The poem at the start is a variation of "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye.
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