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Sucked In II	By : HarmonizedAnimus Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2103 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A dying flame licked at the already charred corpse of a tree. Surrounded by its fallen brothers, the once thriving forest was reduced to a blackened graveyard. Flames had consumed without mercy until there was nothing left to feed from. As the last of the flames flickered and died, their legacy of destruction wafted into the air, letting everyone who could see it know of the slaughter. The smoke never seemed to thin out and fade away; it simply clumped together above the land, getting darker and thicker as more smoke joined to it. It was almost as if the smoke itself was trying to hide away the flame’s conquest.

The center of the outbreak seemed to be a small clearing towards the center of the forest. Within it, the grass had turned grey from ash, and pieces of rubble from a nearby house were scattered across the area. The house itself was merely a guess, as nothing but the foundations remained. The smoke drifting off of the trees filled the air, making it seem impossible for anything to breathe in it, yet in the center of the clearing, a sole human stood. An evil grin crossed his face as he gazed upon the corpses surrounding him.

His age betrayed his nature, the boy only seeming to be entering his teenage years. His skin and clothes had been tinted grey by the smoke, giving him an earthen look. His eyes glinted with malice, darting from the destroyed forest to the bodies before him, relishing in the carnage. He looked over the body of a young girl, about his age. Her once beautiful golden hair was now burnt and clumped together, her face having melted away. His eyes flittered to the only man of the three, barely recognizable as a human being anymore. His right arm and leg had been dismembered and flung aside, likely burnt to stubs between the trees. His left arm was twisted at a gruesome angle; while his left leg had a gash so deep it all but completely severed his leg at the knee. His chest had two holes in it, the holes seeming to be burned in, yet fire didn’t seem to have spread. His face alone was still intact, frozen within a solid block of ice. The boy grinned wickedly as he saw the fear present in his father’s dead eyes. But as he looked to the last body, his smile faded, his eyes seeming to change. The look of joy disappeared from his features completely as he fell to his knees.

The woman had near no pink left in her skin, as almost every inch of it was bruised to some degree. Ranging from a dark purple to a sickly yellow, her skin was almost too horrifying to look at. Her face was one of shock, her mouth open in a gasp. A sob wretched itself from the boy’s chest, tears blurring his vision. He buckled over, pressing his face to the woman’s dress, crying loudly. As time passed, his sobs faded to whimpers, and then to nothing.

The boy stood up, no hint of sadness in his eyes. He wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, as if annoyed they had ever dared to appear. His hand drew two lines under his eyes, smudging the layer of soot that had been moistened by the show of emotion. He glared angrily at the woman before him. He spit on the corpse, turning away before it ever landed. The boy walked off, treading through the wreckage of the forest, away from the ones he once called family.

Serenity awoke with a start. Her breath came out in gasps as she pushed the sheets off of her and swung her legs to the side, off of the bed. She leaned forward, taking in a deep breath, slowly breathing it out through her nose. She repeated this a few times until her pounding heart had settled. She looked up, her faintly glowing eyes full of worry. What does it mean…? she thought. She had never remembered having such a vivid nightmare. She felt like she was standing there, among the ashes. For a brief moment she felt that she couldn’t breathe through the dense smoke. She coughed, closing her eyes. If they had been open, she might have noticed the slight discoloration of her exhale…

Serenity stood up, bending backwards to stretch her body. She shook herself, trying to free her mind from its nightly encounter. “It was just a dream…” She muttered softly to herself as she walked towards the small bathroom attached to her room. Or was it? It all seemed so real… She sighed, accepting that she wouldn’t be able to let the memory go that morning. She put both hands on the sink, staring at her reflection. She had long grown accustomed to seeing her own dark purple skin, and was now intrigued by it. She reached a hand up to feel her cheek, yet stopped just before she did. She bit her lip, looking away. I can’t… I can’t like this, I need to get home…

Without opening her eyes, she turned the nob next to the faucet, water beginning to pour from it. She cupped her hands together underneath it, gathering a pool of water before bending over, splashing her face with it. She cut off the flow of water before rubbing her eyes. Reaching for a towel, she dried off her face, once again looking at her reflection. Her mouth dropped open in a gasp.

She spun around, a sphere of magic already formed in her hand. She let it fade once she realized that there was no one there. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She could have sworn that she saw the boy from her dream in the mirror. After taking a moment to calm herself, she stepped out of the bathroom, her hooves clopping lightly on the wooden floor. She walked to her bed, sitting down on it once she reached its side. She summoned her bag, reaching into its depths.

After a moment of searching, she pulled out a long, flowing robe. It was silver in color, almost perfectly matching her hair. She gazed at it, curious about how it was designed. It soon dawned upon her that it was specially tailored for a draenei, as there was a hole for her tail in the back. She smiled, standing up and trotting back to the bathroom to hold it along herself, admiring it in the mirror. She slipped off her nightgown, leaving it on the floor as she stepped out of it.

With some difficulty she managed to get the beautiful robe on. It fit snugly to her body while giving her room to breathe. She twirled around on one foot, amazed at how soft it was. She giggled, now excited for the wedding. She gathered her belongings in her bag, stepping out of her room and locking the door, nearly all traces of her dream gone from her mind.

With no inhabitant, the room was eerily still. A few minutes after Serenity had left; the very air began to ripple. At the center of the disturbance, Tylron appeared. He glanced around, reassuring himself that he was alone. He walked briskly towards the bathroom, stopping before the sink. He didn’t bother looking at his reflection, instead touching the spot where Serenity’s hand had rested, on the edge of the sink. “No.” He said, seemingly to himself. His eyes twitched, as if eager to look up into the mirror, but he pulled away. He moved to the center of the room, vanishing in the same way he appeared.

Quill grinned, those surrounding him laughing at a joke he had just made. The wedding had gone great so far, granted it hadn’t truly started yet. After careful consideration, Kyli had asked Quill if he would mind having the wedding in Teldrassil, the Night Elf’s massive tree off the northwest coast of Kalimdor. She said that her family had been the one to suggest it, as she had no ideas of her own. Quill took little time in agreeing. Having met Kyli’s family, he got the distinct impression that they didn’t approve of their relationship. They were kind to him, of course, but they never brought up the fact that Kyli and he were in love, and took on an icy tone whenever the matter was brought up. When he had first met them, they almost seemed to think it was a joke when Kyli told them that she loved him. They quickly realized that she was telling the truth, and caught themselves nicely, yet Quill could always sense something was off. He hadn’t asked Kyli about it, yet he did notice that she looked annoyed whenever her family would talk about them in such a way.

After realizing that their politeness was rather forced, Quill put two and two together. He worked out that they disapproved of inter-racial relationships, and would rather Kyli marry an elf then a human. He had hoped that they would see his merit in time, and much to his delight, they had warmed up to him slightly. Kyli’s brother, in particular, seemed to like him. Her younger brother, Siath, was a priest like himself, and often came to him asking for advice. Quill was happy to give it, and his goodwill towards the young elf seemed to impress the rest of the family. He knew he would have to work hard to earn their favor, but he knew it was worth it every time he saw Kyli smile.

As the group around him thinned, he himself left to see the amazing displays her family had produced. When Quill had offered to help, they politely refused, telling him it was a surprise for the both of them. He was very impressed when he first arrived, yet was drawn into conversation by Siath and his friends, unable to admire it. Strolling between the guests, he marveled at the lengths her family went. The enormous tree was inherently magical, but they had added a bit of their own, making all sorts of flora surround the particular clearing they chose. He could see flowers of almost every variety and almost every color, being particularly intrigued by a purple rose bush.

Kyli had left him soon after they arrived, having to go get ready. And of course it’s a surprise. He thought with a grin. He glanced around at the furnishings. The tables and chairs that scattered across the clearing were made of stone, though; having sat on one earlier, Quill realized they were relatively comfortable. The stone itself was artfully crafted, but by hand or magic, Quill couldn’t tell. The altar was simply a patch of raised earth, with another carved stone as the podium. I’m a priest… so, technically, couldn’t I marry myself? He thought wistfully.

“May you please take your seats, we’re about to begin.” The voice that had spoken was soft, yet it somehow carried to everyone in the clearing. Already close to the altar, Quill remained where he was. Looking over the guests as they sat down, Quill nodded. He knew that the majority of them would be elves, along with a few wayward friends Kyli had made along her adventures. He had very few friends of his own, at least, that he knew of. The only person whom he had invited personally was Serenity. He saw her towards the black, standing out because of the shade of her skin. He smiled, relieved that she had decided to come. He feared for her safety after pursuing the man of shadows for so long, and such an occasion would be welcome for relaxation in his mind.

“Please, Quill, step up to the altar.” Quill turned to the altar, finding the source of the voice. It was a relative of Kyli’s, one of her grandparents, Tirel, though he looked anything but grand. As with all elves, he never seemed to age, but Quill had learned from Kyli that he was well over three centuries old. He wore a deep blue robe, with darker blue lines decorating it. He waved a hand at Quill, beckoning him to the altar. Smiling, Quill stepped onto the patch of raised earth, turning to look down the aisle in wait for his lover.

As Kyli stepped out from the foliage, the audience couldn’t help but gasp. Quill felt his heart skip a beat as she walked towards him. She was dressed in an elegant white robe that trailed behind her several feet. She wore no veil over her face, which Quill was thankful for. It would only serve to thinly mask her beauty. When she got closer, he realized that someone was following her. He grinned as he saw Gus as close as he could without stepping on her robes. On his head he could see a small box, balanced precariously. He recognized it as the box that had held the ring he proposed to Kyli with. Before he knew it, Kyli made her way onto the altar by his side. She flashed him a small smile before both of them turned to face Tirel. He glanced at the two of them, nodding at Quill. Quill nodded back, barely able to contain his joy.

I’m the luckiest sonofabitch alive.

Quill squeezed Kyli around the middle as the last of the guests left. It was very late, the after party having gone on for several hours. Quill glanced at the small piece of metal that now bound him to his new wife. She turned her head, kissing him on the cheek. He smiled, closing his eyes. Her next words made them snap open.

“So… when’s our honeymoon?”
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