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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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Some months had passed before Illidan had asked Kael'thas again to meet in that same darkened chamber, and when Kael had been informed he knew immediately what it was about; the memory had haunted him with longing desperation ever since he'd been shown the source of magic last.
"It was like nothing I'd felt, Rommath," he'd told his closest friend some time before; he would sink introspectively into thoughts, like he'd tried to recall just what it had been like. "Energy like... like something more pure than we've ever known, any of us."
That night some months before, Rommath had drawn closer toward Kael, he tried to pick up traces of the magic which Illidan had shown him; he'd kissed every inch of his naked body and relished in even the faintest echoes of the energy that lingered on his being.
This night now, Kael understood he must not succumb to his restless addiction; if he'd shown weakness like he had that time, then certainly Master would deny him again, and say he was still not prepared.
Too many years at Dalaran had got Kael accustomed to indulging in every sort of pleasure, he'd learned to forego the discipline with which he was raised and took every opportunity to enjoy himself; but he wanted to prove himself to Illidan now, he understood that the magic he wielded was like nothing he had known, and that he carried with him secrets which dated very far back, to long before the high elves came to be.
His resolve wavered when he began his descent down the stairs, he could feel something deep and primal within him cry with an infernal sort of hunger, even from beyond the twisting corridors the magic's pure potency cried savagely to him; he paused partway down the steps and took hold of the banister, and thought he must stay strong.
Every fiber in him whispered, I want it, and it became increasingly difficult to remember that he'd meant to show discipline; he continued the rest of his journey uncertain whether his purpose was pure anymore, whether he wanted to learn what Illidan desired to offer him or if he just wanted another taste of that rich arcane power.
"Master," he mouthed when he'd reached the chamber at the end of the hall, and whatever words he had prepared never came; he watched with awe as the energies wafted dreamlike from their source, he'd realized he'd hungered for them since he'd had a taste of them last.
Slowly, he moved his gaze to Illidan, whose form appeared illuminated by the swirling tendrils of magic, again Kael wondered how he managed to hold himself back; he's evaluating me, Kael thought, he's uncertain whether I can handle it this time.
"I can handle it this time," he said, audibly eager to please; "I promise I'll be good— so please— so tell me, Master, what form of magic this is—"
For several moments, Illidan regarded him unreadably; Kael was almost certain he wasn't convinced, but after some time there came the reply.
"Very well," he said, he beckoned him closer, and Kael's eyes fluttered shut in an unintentional show of relief; he thought he wanted to dive entirely into the energy's source, and tried uselessly to will himself to think of anything else.
He watched dreamlike while Illidan coaxed the tendrils of magic out from their iridescent core and spelled them into a small and cylindrical column, its lights reflected in Kael's eyes; the power within it was immense, it was maddening, Kael thought he would drop to his knees and beg for Master to give it to him already. He thought he'd never wanted anything more.
"With time," Illidan said, "this will be yours."
"With time?" Kael'thas cried painfully; "Master, I beg you— I'm ready now."
Unbeknownst to him he was crying genuine tears, he had longed so much to prove himself; but Illidan's words weren't cruel. "It's understandable," he said, "that such a thing would be too much."
Kael'thas sulked miserably that evening, aware once more that even his own encompassing knowledge in the arcane paled in comparison with Illidan's power; it was Vashj who showed him compassion, she took her seat at his side and asked what the matter was.
"Ah," she nodded when she understood; she regarded him like he were a younger brother, where, in a sense, he may well have been. "Little Prince, you should feel honored he chose to bestow on you such an extraordinary gift. Certainly you've felt the unparalleled intensity of its power, only three vials of its waters are left in the world. In any world."
For some seconds, Kael's brow wrinkled like he were trying to understand; he regarded Vashj with confusion and replied, "Its waters? I'm not sure what you mean; it sounds like—" he let a short laugh, "it sounds like you're talking about the Sunwell, or— what do you mean, its waters?"
At the back of his thoughts, a small bout of enthusiasm flickered which was too fantastical to really believe; no, not the Sunwell's waters, Vashj explained, something far more potent than that.
Kael regarded her in moment of mute reverence, his gaze flickered over the aristocratic features of her face, the curving, brilliant designs of her face paints; "But you couldn't mean—" he murmured.
The Well of Eternity.
"Yes," Vashj explained; it had turned out that, millennia ago and before the Well's destruction, Illidan had saved seven vials of its waters— and still with him now, ten thousand years later, he had three remaining.
"The Well of Eternity..." Kael voicelessly mouthed, to him and any high elf it was almost a thing of legend; he knew, of course, that long ago Dath'remar had used a vial of the Well's waters to create the Sunwell. Little did he know, Dath'remar's vial had been one of Illidan's original seven.
The Sunwell, which was now gone— the very reason for his people's hunger.
"It can't be," he said, voice choked with emotion; "Master has still got vials of the Well's waters now? How can that be? How have they survived all this time, how can you be sure?"
"Because, Little Prince," came the reply; "I'd know the Well's waters anywhere. Illidan had given me a vial, too."
Of course, Vashj would know— she was Queen Azshara's first in command, and had spent many years at her palace beside the Well of Eternity; Azshara's most loyal highborne were some of the most powerful sorcerers the world had seen.
"But with the Well's waters, I could—" Kael whispered; "I could... the Sunwell..."
"Yes," Vashj replied; her fingers brushed through his hair with something almost like maternal kindness; "You must be patient. We'll determine when you're ready, something so powerful must be wielded only when the time is right."

(On to Chapter 8)

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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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