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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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Epilogue
The streets of Darnassus were quiet; the only sounds Falcon could hear were the low growls of the Nightsabers which roamed through the trees. The Kaldorei were nocturnal for the most part, the elfin city wouldn't become truly alive for a few more hours. The merchants had been awake and they were the only elves he needed to see. The cart he pulled behind him was laden with supplies. There was also a small stack of letters from Stormwind and Ironforge. He had already opened the one from Captain Dylan, like the others they had received since their freedom it was filled with joyful recounts of grandkids, children Dylan had only found out about after their escape. Falcon was happy for the paladin; his wife had waited for him and they had rebuilt their lives. Not all were so lucky, most had been believed to be dead and loved ones had moved on.
Falcon nodded at the two watchful sentinels standing guard by the shimmering tree behind the bank. The women quickly saluted him. "Elune-Adore, Brother Crystalpath" the one on the right said, her ivory hair pulled back in a single ponytail. "How is your Clan fairing? Did the storms from last week cause any difficulty?"
"Nay, Sister Nightwing, the cove is well protected. We are all well and safe," he replied.
"You don't plan on staying out there forever?" the second guard asked. "Especially once Crystal's due date arrives, Tyrande will want to be there to assure the baby is born healthy and to bless her."
"My child could be in no safer hands if Elune herself was there," Falcon said, letting his displeasure of the unsaid allegations reflect in his voice and eyes. "You know very well why we have settled in the cove. We have Tyrande's blessing and protection."
"Your mates would be safe here as well," Nightwing said, "both of them. But we respect your choices and wish you safe travels, Brother Crystalpath. It is an honor and a blessing to have you all back within the embrace of Teldrassil."
"Ande'thoras-ethil," Falcon said with a dip of his head as he walked through the portal and arrived at the harbor of Rut'theran Village. He pulled the handcart down to the water's edge, where his small dinghy was anchored. As he started moving the bags of supply to the boat a feminine voice called out.
"Falcon Crystalpath?"
The druid looked over his shoulder, a stout human woman stood there. Her clothes showed signs of wear and her face laced with worry. He nodded his head and waited, he could guess where this conversation was going before she continued.
"My name is Christina Raymond; I've travelled a long way …"
Setting the bag he was holding into the boat he walked over toward the woman. She had short auburn hair, with a splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks. The emerald eyes looking hopefully up at him were older than they should be for the age he guessed her at. He was startled when what he assumed was just a handbag tied across her chest started to squirm and a small, pale arm appeared. Without preamble he reached out and brushed his broad hand across her cheek, other than exhaustion he found no signs of illness. He channeled a small amount of magic into her, relieving the fatigue and she gasped.
"You are well, my lady," he said. "I assume you come for the child?"
"Yes …" she stuttered, "my son, he's only three months old. He … they say he was cursed …"
"They?" Falcon said as he unfolded the cloth from her chest and took the babe out. The infant was queerly still, there was no crying as the strange elf held him close. The same green eyes of his mother stared up at the druid but the gaze was vacant and unfocused.
"The healers of Goldshire," the young mother said with a sigh. "They told me … they told me …" tears started running down the fair cheeks, "… that I should kill him before the curse spread."
Falcon startled. He started channeling his magic into the small being in his arms.
"I couldn't," Christina continued, "then a kind paladin gave me your name, he said your healing gifts were unsurpassed. He said if anyone could help my child it was you … please …"
The magic prod found something cold in the infant's chest, something inhuman and the druid broke contact. "Dylan was mistaken," Falcon said handing the baby back to his mother. "I'm not the healer you want … but I can take you to him."
"How did you know it was Captain Morris?" the woman asked as Falcon helped her down to the shoreline and into the boat.
The druid quickly moved the rest of the supplies to the boat, filling it to the brim. "Tell me more about your child and when he may have come in contact with a demon."
"A demon?" Christina gasped. "My pregnancy was a rough one we almost lost the babe a couple of times. My husband resorted to hiring a troll voodoo priest; he smeared this foul smelling gunk over my belly and chanted something in his weird tongue. I thought it had worked the pain lessened that day and soon vanished. Our son was born without any trouble and was a babbling bundle of joy for the first two months and then about a month ago he stopped crying. At first it was almost a blessing you know how the little ones can get, but then I could just tell something was off. The healers in Goldshire blamed the troll … I'm not so sure."
"I agree that isn't the mark of any voodoo," Falcon said taking the rope which was tied to the front of the small boat. At the free end was a loop, this he tossed into the water.
"Mr. Crystalpath," Christina said, "you didn't leave any room for yourself …"
"No need," Falcon replied as he waded into the water and called upon the spirit of the seal; once transformed he slipped his broad head into the ring of rope, letting it come to rest on his shoulders. "Hold on," he said through the muzzle, "should be a pretty smooth ride, we'll speak more once we arrive to my home."
Falcon waited almost an hour before he reached out to touch the minds of his mates. He alerted Crystal first of their guests before gently prodding Rain, the expected sleepy reply greeted him.
"I know, my heart," Falcon said, "you're still recovering from the last healing circle. You know I wouldn't ask …"
"Unless you needed," Rain finished, "what is it, my heart?"
"A babe," Falcon replied, "I sense something in him, it felt like you did when the demon had a hold on your heart."
"How long until you arrive?" the drowsiness in the heart speak had disappeared.
"We're a little over halfway, should be within sight in the next half hour."
"I'll be ready," Rain said.
A short time later the large roots which sheltered his clan came into view as Falcon was working his way through them Sly appeared wrapping his arms around his slick neck. The druid let out a mix between a laugh and a shout as he transformed back to an elf and embraced the rogue. "Careful," he warned, "we have company and that arm is still under warranty." Falcon did a quick assessment of the rogue's left arm.
Sly flexed his hand and grinned. "You guys did good," he said.
"You shouldn't be out here alone," Falcon scolded.
"And who said I was alone?" Sly replied, and he gestured over to a nearby rock. Sunning herself on it was a very naked Red and treading water nearby was Gola.
"We'll keep him out of trouble, lad," Gola replied with a wave of her hand. "Rain said swimming was a good exercise for the arm."
Falcon nodded. "I leave him in your care, ladies," he replied. "Watch yourself for fatigue," he said to the rogue. "That leg is only a month old and the arm less than a week. Rain put a lot of energy into healing you, he's still recovering."
"I will, Akire," Sly replied silently. "Don't let him exhaust himself, that child would heal until he completely depletes himself."
Falcon watched as Sly swam toward the boulder Red was resting on, admiring the lean form. A soft noise behind him brought his attention back to the woman in the boat; her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment as she shifted her gaze away from the naked swimmers.
"Sorry, my lady," Falcon said, "we are not used to having outsiders. We'll be on solid land momentarily." Shifting into a seal he slipped back into the rope harness and pulled the boat toward shore. As he swam a movement of white caught his notice and he turned his head to watch Rain moving his way through the thick tree roots which surrounded their home. At his feet was a miniature albino nightsaber, which Rain had named Star. He had found the abandoned kitten in the forests of Teldrassil shortly after their arrival. The pair had quickly built a bond, with Star acting as Rain's eyes. That friendship along with elf's almost druidic understanding of the natural energy around him allowed the Sin'dorei the liberty to move around freely.
Though Falcon still tensed as Rain leapt over a twisted root, ready to come to his aid should he misstep and fall into the ocean below. Water disoriented the Sin'dorei, but his help was not needed as Rain jumped down on the shore and ran over to where Crystal was waiting. Who adjusted the hood of the white cloak he was wearing; that not only hid his telltale ears but the blindfold as well. They did not want those outside their Clan to have full knowledge of Rain's heritage.
The cove they had chosen for their home was tucked within the mighty roots of Teldrassil. With a half-dozen brilliantly colored trees to shade them and more importantly for the trio of dwarves that insisted on remaining a rocky hill which had been made into a forge for the Ironforge natives. As he swam up to the grassy shore, he shifted into an elf and grabbed the rope. Sid and Shar walked out of their forge and down to the water's edge. The paladin helped Christina from the boat. She looked around the area in a bit of a daze; their camp was very simple to look at. With only the most basic shelters built for their sleeping mats. After the decades underground, not even the dwarves minded sleeping with the stars above head. By the time the colder months came they would have sturdier homes built.
Rain and Crystal approached, Falcon looked his mates over. Crystal's abdomen was bare; she was wearing as simple halter top to cover her breasts. Her belly was just now starting to show her pregnancy. His daughter's birth was still a few months out. Rain was dressed from head to toe in brilliant white, even his hands were gloved. The costume was strictly for show, when it was just the clan, the elf would run around in simple attire or if the dwarves were in Ironforge visiting family, nothing at all. Falcon smirked as his mind thought of the flesh under the layers of clothing.
"Greetings, my lady," Rain said gently, "you have travelled far. Forgive me for skipping the formalities but may I see your child?"
Christina gasped, probably unaware of their ability to speak across the distance, she assumed Rain was a mind reader as well as a healer. No one corrected her misinterpretation, as she unwrapped her baby from his swaddle and presented the silent child to Rain. The Sin'dorei sat down on the ground, cradling the infant to his chest. Sid rested a hand on Rain's left shoulder; Falcon knelt and placed a hand on the right. Creating as crude but effective healing circle, if needed the elf could draw on their power if his began to wane. The time passed slowly, Crystal walked over to the distraught mother and embraced her. Falcon sensed his power being called on and gladly gave it. Suddenly Rain stiffened and the baby let out a scream.
Crystal tightened her hold on his mother. "Be still," she whispered, "your child could be in no better hands."
The initial scream had been one of pain, the ones that followed sounded more natural to the druid. The elf under his hand shuddered and Sid pressed a hand against Rain's sweat soaked back. "It's okay, lad," the dwarf said as he steadied Rain.
"Your child is well," Rain whispered, his words slurred. "Hungry … feed him, I need … release …"
Crystal knelt and took the infant from their mate's arms. She handed him back to his mother who stood there dumbfounded. With little thoughts of modesty, his wife lifted the woman's shirt baring her breast and placed the babe to it. The strong suckling of her son broke the mother free from her stupor and she held him close, her cheeks wet with tears.
"Thank you," she whispered, "thank you …"
Knowing his wife would care for mother and child Falcon focused his attention on Rain. Without preamble he picked the limp elf up in his arms and carried him to the edge of camp, they were shadowed by Star. "Force it out, my heart." Falcon whispered as he lowered the hood shielding his face from their guest. Rain's hair was slick with sweat, his face paler than normal. "Get rid of it …"
Rain retched and a thick, black substance spewed out from him. Falcon held him, careful not to get any of the vomit on Rain or himself. Rain was still a demon hunter; he just hunted them differently than most. Able to take the demonic essence into himself and then expel it, this was more graphic than the other couple times his heart had done such a thing.
"Tastes like shit," Rain said after a moment, spitting his mouth to clean out the last bit of residue. The ground that the blackness had landed on withered and died
"I bet," Falcon said with a small smirk. He used his own magic to check Rain over, finding nothing amiss but exhaustion he embraced the elf and shouted over his shoulder for Shar to burn the area that had been scarred.
The dwarf walked over with a torch, in his other hand was a mug which he handed to Rain. The elf sniffed the cup and sighed. "You're trying to knock me out," he said.
"You need your strength," Falcon said, holding the herb tea to Rain's lips. "Dream of me?"
"Always do," Rain replied with a smile.
"Good," Falcon said kissing the sweaty temple of the elf he held. "Any idea how the babe got tainted?"
Rain shrugged, "it was a pretty formidable presence … guessing the child was chosen for a purpose, I would warn the mother to be on her guard. I placed some safeguards within; he won't be an easy target next time." The Sin'dorei yawned and tugged at the robes he wore. "Hot …" he whispered.
"All right, my heart," Falcon said standing, cradling the elf. "Let me get you out of the robes and into something more comfortable."
"My mates' arms?" he asked sleepily.
"I could use my mid-afternoon nap," Crystal said approaching. "If you two would like some company?"
"Just for sleep," Falcon warned, "we'll have fun later …"
"Promise?" Rain whispered against his chest.
"Promise," Falcon replied. He doubted Rain heard him already sound asleep. Laying him down on the simple bedding under the canopy, Falcon slid the heavy robe off. His wife laid down behind Rain wrapping an arm around him. Star took her custom sleeping spot at the foot of the bed.
"His reputation grows," Crystal whispered. "Others will come, Akire. We can't hide him away forever."
"Not forever," Falcon replied, brushing the ebony locks back from Rain's face. "Just until he's ready and even then he will not face his destiny alone. Whatever comes our way we will meet it together." Falcon looked over to where Sid and Shar were speaking to Christina and could see Sly, Gola and Red coming in from their swim.
Yes, whatever comes their way they would confront it together, he and his clan, the Earthhunters of Hell Cavern.

~ The End ~

Koori’s Korner: My original posting of this story took 3 ½ years to complete. Rain and Falcon return in a short guest appearance in my friend’s story, “Both Sides Now” which you can find on this site as well. Reviews are very welcomed … hint, hint, hint. Thank you for reading! ~ K
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