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Chapter List
- 1-Gravitation
- 2-Awakening
- 3-Revelations
- 4-Memories
- 5-Skirmish
- 6-Hunger
- 7-Voyage
- 8-Outland
- 9-Maiev
- 10-Hunting
- 11-Trial
- 12-Consummation
- 13-Destruction
- 14-Return
- 6
- 7
- 8
Gravitation
Arcadia-Sama
Summary-
Never mind. You�ll see.
Disclaimer-
Only Shayl is copyright me. I own nothing about WarCraft. Though I do wish I
did own Arthas and Illidan. x3 Anyways! On with the story!
Suggested BGM
� "Master of Puppets" � Metallica

"YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!" - Illidan

Author Notes
- Oh, one other thing. Words like this are in Darnassian and words like this
are in the language of Sindassi, which is the language of the Sin'Dorei,
who are the blood elves. And then stuff like � this � is
memories. We all clear? Good. :3

Burning Crusade is wonderful. Go play it. Now. Because I can't stop watching the
opening cinematic for the game. I want to go hump Illidan's face, the
graphics are so lovely.

Now, on with the show! :D

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From the journal of Kael'Thas Sunstrider
Dated the fourth day of the fifth month

It has been two weeks now, since my master
had his.. encounter with the
druid healer. She has not stirred nor awoken. Indeed, the girl doesn't stir,
even now, as I sit here, penning this out. My master grows increasingly
frustrated with her lack of response to our attempts at treatment. I have suggested
that he perhaps try reviving her with the arcane magicks. I shall not make that
mistake again, for my jaw has yet to heal as he's forbidden the priests to heal
me as due punishment. He has, in his own words, told me that he "refuses
to taint the female druid" with the magicks of the arcane. She is to
remain pure and powerful in the ways of druidism. To feed her body the magicks
of the arcane would start to twist her in ways that would not be acceptable.
This notion is worrisome for I have begun to suspect my master developing
feelings for this druid female. She is a child of the ancient Kaldorei race, a
people who drove out my ancestors. Even my forefather, Dath'Remar, was not
accepted despite his heroic actions of saving the love of Malfurion Stormrage.
Such an occurrence is-

The scratching of the phoenix quill ceased
abruptly as Kael turned his head, the light from the oil lantern nearby
illuminating his golden-skinned features. Green eyes narrowed and then he
dipped his head forward, moving to kneel beside Shayl, reaching out to touch
her smoothly skinned face with his fingers. Eyes focused on the features of the
druid, surveying her hair and then he rose to his feet, turning to head towards
the door. The yellowing bruise on his cracked jaw throbbed painfully as he
stepped up the stairs, heading for the fresh night air of the deck above. A
deep inhale passed his lips before he turned his gaze towards the upper deck,
listening to the slapping of the waves against the hull of the ship. They were
not moving at the moment, even the naga needing rest from the strenuous pace
Illidan commanded that they move at. Stepping up to stand beside his master,
Kael bowed his head quietly, letting glossy locks of blond hair fall about his
slender features.

Illidan stood there, the night breeze
toying with the hairs of his horsetail, uplifted from the rest of the mass of
midnight-blue strands by a sheath of leather. His face was turned upwards, the
silver rays of the moon kissing across his features. The massive hybrid shifted
once, a hoof scraping across the wooden planks of his spot before turning to
stare down at Kael. A shiver ran down the spine of the prince of the Sin'Dorei,
surveying those amber-tinted tufts of smoke which hovered in the depths of his
master's eyeless sockets, able to be seen even through the thick dark blue
cloth that wrapped about his features. Ribbed horns curled upwards proudly,
stabbing at the night in defiance before the sorcerer spoke, his voice a deep
snarl of baritone.

"Yes, Kael?
I have told you not to contact me unless there has been a change with my druid.
Has there been, or are you wishing to simply feel another tap of my fist
against your face?"

Ever since the druid had slipped into her
coma, due to his master's feeding, Kael had noticed that his master's temper
was quite darker then usual. It was as if he would not be satisfied until she
awoke. Burning pools of green met amber smoke. An inhale stirred the hairs that
hung about his face and he finally spoke up, eyes focusing upon his master's
chest, noting the markings of power that Sargeras had left upon Illidan,
markings that enhanced his magical abilities even farther then the strongest of
the Blood Elf sorcerers, Kael himself included in that bunch.

"Master.. I
have had an idea. Perhaps if you brought the druid out into the moon's light,
she might start to recover. I have noticed she has been stirring thanks to the
fact that the moon is nearly full. That may be what she needs in order to
awaken from this sleep she has fallen into. After all..
aren't her people the children of the moon?"

Kael remained silent as he felt his
master's moods shift about, anger becoming neutrality and then an acceptance of
the idea. Finally, one large hand twitched and then long fingers moved, the ridged nails of burnished steel coloration curling
before the half-demon let out a deep snarl of enraged compliance. Turning
about, Illidan tromped down the stairs and then headed into the cabin. Once in
there, he ducked his head under the doorframe and came to stand beside the bed.
Blindfolded gaze was set upon the girl before Illidan leaned down, bending at
the waist. Strong arms slowly moved beneath Shayl's body and then, ensuring
that the blankets were still wrapped about her nude form, the sorcerer then
returned to the fresh night air of the deck. If anyone saw the girl, besides
himself, he'd kill them. Shayl was his, dammit, and-

The sorcerer stopped in his tracks, one
foot set upon one step, the other on the one beneath. His?
This girl? This wretched thing?
This excuse for a healer, a druid AND a woman? Pfah! True,
she belonged to him by being his healer, but anything beyond that and he
refused to contemplate the idea that maybe, just maybe, she was starting to
worm her way into his heart. Coming to a halt beside Kael, a dark gaze was cast
upon the younger elf who excused himself after seeing the look- and the threat
behind it. Carefully, Illidan laid Shayl down and then unwrapped
the furs from her body before turning his gaze upwards. An inhale was given
before he spoke, voice gruff as he forced words out that were quite hard for
him to get out.

"I.. Beg
your pardon, Elune.. but.. I must beg of you. Help
this girl out. She.. might be
stubborn and annoying, even downright infuriating, but.. I..
would miss having her around. She is.. interesting and different. I.. ask
of you.. please.. help
her."

The great horned head bowed then as
Illidan champed his teeth shut upon his lower lip, nearly drawing blood from
the tender flesh. His emotions were purely chaotic at the moment, for he was
unsure if his prayer was heard. Or if it was, if it would even be acknowledged;
after all, Illidan was not in the good graces of *anyone* these days. Not his
brother or Tyrande, his master or even Kael! The waiting was agonizing and just
as he was about to give up, the half-breed paused. Was it his imagination or
was the moonlight seeming to thicken about the girl?

.. No, no it wasn't his imagination.

Startled awe touched his face briefly as
he saw Shayl cocooned in thick molten strands of moonlight, the silver beams
wrapping about her form. Then, a burst of light passed through the air, nearly
blinding the already blind man, before it dissipated and he knelt beside her.
One hand reached down and he trailed one ridged claw of steel coloration down
her face, feeling his skin tingle as the newly suffused magic in her body made
his skin -and blood- burn. A deep growl escaped Illidan's throat and he bent
his head down, inhaling the fragrant aroma of Shayl's skin and body. The potent
magic in her blood called to the beast within him and he bent his head further,
teeth grazing her skin.

A soft moan had his head jerking upwards,
Illidan nearly impaling himself with his own horns his head jerked back so far
and so fast. He shoved himself up and away from Shayl as the druid stirred,
slowly sitting up. His gaze focused on her face, the man refusing to let his
gaze wander further then it already had. But what he had seen before she awoke
had roused more then just his bestial nature. A sharp inhale before he forced
himself to calm down. But oh, what a sight he beheld in his memory! The druid's
body was beautiful, her legs long, waist dainty and small (he would bet his
hands would fit around it with ease), and her chest full and beautiful. He
simply watched as her hands came up to her head before sliding down her body,
until coming to rest on the fur. Then, Shayl jerked her own head up now,
popping her spine as she did so, yanking the fur about her body. Silence
reigned between them both and then Illidan spoke, instinctively holding a hand
up, just as Shayl opened her mouth.

"Not a word."

Bending down, he yanked the girl up into
his arms and tromped back to his cabin, kicking the door shut. A massive yawn opened
the man's jaws, exposing his sharp teeth to view before they slammed together.
Dropping her on the mattress, Illidan pushed her against the wall before he
removed his pants and slid beneath the second fur, leaving the girl trapped
between the two. A grim smile twisted Illidan's lips as he heard muttered
cursing escaping Shayl and threw an arm across the blindfolded span of his
face. All was well again with the wench druid. He did pause though when he felt
her body wriggle closer and then his head turned slightly beneath the weight of
his arm.

"Woman, what-?"

"It's cold," Shayl retorted,
wrapped up firmly beneath the fur as she pressed her back against Illidan's
side, the druid trying to ignore the fact that it was only mere furs separating
their naked bodies.

She heard and felt his tense silence
before a snarl escaped the throat of the half-demon behind her and then Shayl
let out a gasp as she felt him roll over, his left arm wrapping about her waist
as he pulled her against him, lazily allowing a wing to blanket her form.
Illidan tossed his own leg now across hers, effectively trapping her against
him. And as much as he would deny it, Illidan enjoyed having this woman pressed
against him. Her spitfire nature, combined with such a sensuous body and
innocent demeanor had an awkward effect of driving him insane. He buried his
face in her thick mane of hair, nose inhaling the delicious, fresh scent of
herbs, and the pair wrapped up in that poignant silence which throbbed with
emotions only half-dared to be heard and feelings only faintly felt, fell
asleep, Shayl feeling far safer in his embrace then she had ever felt sleeping
at his side on the floor.

The night passed swiftly then, the
wheeling stars chasing the fading darkness of night. Slowly, the sun arose from
her slumber, a beautiful dawn shimmering over the cerulean waters of the ocean.
Rippling streams of molten gold were sliced by lines of scintillating green,
blue and red where the naga slept, easily floating on the surface and sleeping
within the watery depths below. The ships began to move again and Vashj
returned from her watery bedding to the ship, lifting herself up easily with
all four powerful arms. Kael nodded to her as she nodded back before they both
glanced over towards their master's cabin. Illidan had yet to appear, but Kael
suspected he was firmly and deeply buried in a fight with the druid healer.

In the warm darkness of the cabin, Illidan
stirred and awoke first. He was groggy for a moment, feeling something warm and
soft pressed to him. The scent of the druid pressed against him, thick herbs,
rich earth and something quietly feminine returned his memories from the night.
He had restored Shayl to herself, but the how of it was beyond him. The power
he had felt leap into her form, though, when he had begged Elune to restore her
to him had been massive. Illidan was almost half-tempted to shake the druid and
demand that she tell him where those great powers came from. Yet, some quieter instinct
of the sorcerer told him that the girl herself wouldn't know. She didn't even
know of the full extent of her own powers. He shifted his horned head at last,
looking down at the woman he was holding against his chest, cradling her
tenderly within his embrace.

During the night, Shayl had rolled over,
pressing her cheek to his chest. Illidan, in his sleep, had wrapped his arms
around her, the two finding their rest that night far better then it had been
in a very long time. His powerful fingers were wrapped in the thick mane of her
hair and Illidan marveled quietly to himself at the softness of the thick
strands. One sharp nail slowly touched the unusually colored hair she bore. The
roots were a deep emerald green, the color of summer leaves at night. Slowly,
the coloration grew lighter until the tips of the long mane showed the
brightest green, a beautiful spring green, sunlight shining through the leaves
green, or so Illidan thought. The ridged surface of his nail stroked across her
cheek and slowly, it ran along her neck, running lower and lower. The pad of
one finger stroked her collarbone before he followed it to the hollow of her
throat, allowing the nail to lightly scratch at last in the valley between her
breasts.

Then, clenching his hand, Illidan slowly extricated
himself from the bed, covering the girl with the fur he had been laying
underneath. A glance was directed down at his body before an explosively vile
oath passed Illidan's lips. Undeniable proof that he found the druid physically
attractive was shown through his traitorous body. Turning away from her,
Illidan passed his hand over his lower stomach, stopping short of touching
himself. Then, another vicious snarl of words ruptured the nail and he dragged
his own claws over his chest, gouging at the healing wound that had nearly
killed him. The pain made his growing arousal go limp and he threw his head
back with a scream of pained anger and want. Jerking on his pants, he exited
the cabin just as Shayl finished jerking awake from the scream and turning to
face him. Or, at least, his back.

Shayl shook her head once, strands of hair
flaying her skin gently before tucking her forehead into her palm, a yawn
escaping her. Her brows furrowed at last and she lifted her head from its spot
at being cradled in her hand, shifting to get out of the bed. Illidan was gone
and she frowned even more, before sliding out from beneath the furs at last. A
shiver as the cool air of the cabin brushed across her bare form and she
inhaled deeply, pausing at the almost overpowering aroma of Illidan's scent. Sweat,
power, leather, steel; all swirled in the air in an intoxicating combination.
Another shake of her head before the girl tottered to her small chest and
removed one of the tunics not made out of a fur that she had been given by one
of the priests. Smoothing the soft fabric down over her form, Shayl finally
stood and looked over as the door opened and Kael stepped into the room.
Silence was held between the two of them before Shayl finally spoke up, voice
soft and pleasant.

"Hello, Kael. I'm finally awake. Let
me guess.. he's up on
deck."

"Yes, he is. He sent me to see if you
were awake for he wishes that you resume your duties yet again."

Silence touched Shayl for a moment and
then she finally nodded and followed the prince of the Sin'Dorei out of the
cabin. Her face turned upwards to the sunlight as she emerged from the darkness
of the cabin, letting its warmth spill across her body. Being led to stand
beside the large half-breed, Shayl stepped closer, feeling Illidan's gaze on
her. Prickles caused the hairs upon her body to stand on end for no apparent
reason other then that simple gaze. Fingers would lift, placing themselves on
his chest. Tension was palpable between them now and then Shayl gasped upon
feeling the gashes he'd placed upon himself in savage denial over his body's
reaction to her proximity to him. Illidan tensed yet even more as he felt his
body stirring. With a snarl as he didn't want Vashj and Kael to notice, he
grabbed Shayl by one of her wrists and dragged her back to the cabin, leaving
his lieutenants to raise their eyebrows at each other now.

Shayl just followed along behind the
sorcerer, wincing at the tight grip he had on her wrist, but simply listened as
the door was slammed shut. Removing her wrist, at last, from Illidan's grip,
the druid listened as the mattress creaked beneath the weight of the hybrid. Walking
over to him, the druid slowly and carefully began to remove the bloody,
shredded bandages that wrapped about Illidan's torso, his hands having left the
fluttering strips tattered and frayed. Turning away from him, Shayl carried the
remains of the bandages over to the trash where they were placed. Heading over
to the bathing area, she gathered up a washcloth from the basin of water set in
its cradle and lifted that as well from its spot before going to sit beside him
on the bed. No words escaped her as the druid gently bathed the area with the
cloth, removing the blood. Her hands then placed themselves upon the wounds and
her head bowed forward slightly as warmth infused Illidan's body, the wounds
closing with ease. The sorcerer noted that despite the fact she used a healing
spell, her hands and forearms hadn't become their customary green coloration like
they usually did when she worked on sealing his chest wound, the blemish of
corruption in his otherwise healthy body.

Finally, the wounds were sealed shut with
nary a trace left that they had even been there to start with. Shayl then
turned her attention to the ugly gash of blue-black coloration that still
marched across Illidan's body, stretching from left shoulder to right hip. Most
of it had been sealed shut, the scar tissue slowly vanishing as Shayl persisted
in her healing, but about a third of the wound still remained open. The druid
let her slender fingers stroke over the open portion of the wound before the
pads of slender digits touched the wound and Illidan drew in a snarling breath
as pain wracked his body, effectively removing any and all hints of enjoyment
at the girl's close proximity to him. Shayl's healing touch lasted several
seconds longer then it normally did before she finally fell against him,
drained and weak of her power. Illidan instinctively wrapped his arm around her
before he turned and shoved her onto the mattress, growling out a word.

"Sleep.
And do not argue!"

Too tired to even protest, Shayl passed
out; that sweet, young, utterly innocent druid unaware of the danger she had
been in. Illidan stood over her, his hands curling into tight fists before he
turned and left the cabin, locking it against himself. Going to one of his
priests, he had his chest wrapped again, the stark white of the bandages
glimmering against his dark skin. At last, the ugly marking was covered again
and Illidan spread his wings, flexing the stiff appendages before going to find
Kael. He felt mildly dizzy, but simply brushed it away, knowing that the druid
would likely be yelling at him later for "jumping around" out of bed.
But she had seen he was able to walk around for the wound did not hinder him so
horribly any longer. Illidan's thoughts were turned inwards, now. His
attraction to the druid, physical as it only was, worried the sorcerer. She was
dangerous to him because of that and he chalked up said attraction merely to
the fact that he had not had any sort of physical relations with someone in a
long while. And if one brought up the issue of Maiev's relations with him, he
would kill them. Settling into a brooding state of mind, the half-breed kept a
sharp eye on his people as the ships continued along, drawing closer and closer
to the northern shores of Lordaeron where they would disembark only to continue
on through a portal he would make to Outland.

Kael kept his eye upon his master, aware
of Illidan's change in his state of mind. Word had already spread through the
ships that his druid had awakened and Kael was unsure of how to ask Illidan
about how he had accomplished that feat. So, in lieu of having his head removed
or an ear chewed off verbally, the prince simply watched silently as the older
elf, well, half-elf now, went about the deck, snarling and muttering quietly to
himself. And then, as the sun was setting, Shayl emerged from her slumber and
appeared upon the deck. With his intense scrutiny attached to his master, Kael
saw Illidan halt and turn in Shayl's direction. The look on the hybrid's face
could only have been described as frustrated longing, or so Kael thought. Shayl
seemed unaware of the attention as she made her way to the railing. Kael took
the opportunity to follow her over there and came to a halt beside the larger
elf woman, looking up at her profile briefly before turning his face back to
the bronzed sea surface, gold and red dappling a beautiful pattern across the
waters. Then, at last, Shayl spoke.

"Where are we going, Kael, and for
what purpose?"

The blond man hesitated, gathering his
thoughts before he finally decided to answer. His master, obviously, had
decided not to inform the woman of their current destination and he thought
that it would be better if Shayl was prepared for what was to come, rather then
reach the outskirts of their goal and find she would not cooperate with them.

"We are returning to Illidan's
stronghold in Outland."

Poignant silence fell over Shayl, blind
pools of shimmering golden coloration growing wide at the implication of the
words. Outland; the world sent chills prickling down Shayl's spine, causing the
hairs on her form to stand upon end. A world she had never seen, but had
learned of thanks to the wagging tongues of the soldiers following Illidan. She
had even spoken to Kael about it before, when their voyage had first started.
He had told her of the blasted, ruined word of the orcs,
how they had come from the barren wastelands. Their fortress, the Black Temple,
was kept in an arid wasteland known as the Black Temple. It took effort to cultivate
food and an existence there, but they had carved their niche in the world and
would fight to keep it. At last, pale lavender slips of skin snapped shut over
the molten amber gleam of those blind eyes and Shayl inhaled before speaking up
softly, unaware of the silent prowling of Illidan behind her as he decided to
make himself known.

"Is such a thing necessary? I could
finish healing Illidan elsewhere. To go to Outland might only aggravate his
wound. And I would not belong in such a place."

A growl of sound had them both turning as
Illidan now towered over Shayl, glowing gleam of amber smoke bright in the
encroaching darkness. One clawed hand grabbed the woman by her shoulder, a
firm, rough grasp that Kael noted with interest. He was no reader of body
language, but he could feel the thickening tension between the pair. Mute notes
stretched through the air, growing and twisting, the silence in of itself
deafening until the druid was ready to scream about it. Then, with a snarl of
sound, Illidan spoke.

"Yes, such a thing is necessary. You
are going to become my healer for good, girl. None of my priests were able to
treat this wound at all. You, and you alone, have been
the only one able to do even a remote change to the malevolent mark that still
runs across my chest. You are an incompetent healer, but a skilled one for your
level of talent. This is not an argument or debate. Like it, or not, you are
going to have to remain my healer, unless of course I get tired of you."

Shayl bristled openly at the man's
high-handed words. Who did he think he was, telling her that she had no control
over her life anymore?! Men like this, arrogant pigs of men, full and haughty
of their own nature, believing that whomever they *dared* to order around would
follow their words like they fell from the lips of the gods themselves? Her
hand came up, slapping his away and she dared to step closer, hands on her hips
now as she seemed to get bigger.

"Get tired of me?! I don't even
*WANT* to go with you! Your men kidnapped me from my home, took me to Northrend
of all places to heal you and while I have my obligation to follow you until
you are fully healed, I *do* plan to go home when my job is finished! Do you
hear m-"

She was silenced by a heavy blow of
Illidan's hand, causing Shayl to fall back with a cry of pain against the
railing. Kael shifted as if he would help her but the prince remained in place.
This was not his quarrel. Illidan heaved out harsh breathes, sides rising and
falling as billowing gouts of sound came from the man, snorts of rage erupting
from his nostrils. His hand fell from its spot in the air, nails gouging out
ribbons of flesh from the palms of his hands before the sorcerer spoke, voice a
deep snarl of black fury.

"I said that it was not open
for argument or debate. You belong to me, girl. Get used to it!"

With that, Illidan turned and stomped off, leaving Shayl to get up, rubbing her
cheek as she glared after him. Somehow, despite the ship not being very large,
the two of them managed to avoid each other as much as possible. If the druid
tried to vacate her spot between Illidan and the wall, however, when they slept
at night, he would roll onto her, pinning Shayl down with his own bodily
weight. He was not going to risk her leaving and possibly running away for
good. A week passed, and then two. At last, land was sighted and while some
spirits lifted, others frowned for they were finally drawing upon the shores of
Lordaeron. They would disembark, burn the ships and then travel through a rift
to Outland, courtesy of Illidan. The blood elves of all people knew that the
forces of the Undead had overrun the lands, so this would have to be a fast,
clean, precise manner.

Hulls scraped across the sand and a flurry
of activity erupted. Items were removed from the cargo holds, spell breakers
patrolling the tight, small perimeter, their glossy, feathered helms of red
marking their position as gold trimmed the crimson color thanks to the afternoon
sun. At last, Kael and a few of his sorceresses set the ships alight, thick
black smoke curling upwards. At last, Illidan turned and began to chant in fel
tones, hands weaving a symbol quickly before he opened up a circular portal.
Shayl stood at his side, fighting the feeling of the arcane magicks that were
anathema to her natural ways. At last, all but Illidan and she remained, Kael
and Vashj vanishing through the portal. Taking her by the arm, the sorcerer
leapt for the circle of magic, just as a company of ghouls erupted from the
brittle sticks of dead foliage. The power snapped shut behind them, slicing a
ghoul in half.

Shayl found herself disoriented and then
her head lifted, feeling Illidan sway at her side. Then, a cry erupted from her
lips as the massive half-breed slowly collapsed like a slow-moving avalanche.
Ire and umbrage at the man forgotten in face of his collapse, she turned her
attention to him, letting out a sigh of relief as she found he had fallen
unconscious thanks only to a lack of energy. Then, Kael came over and spoke, his words hard and biting.

"Welcome to Outland."

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