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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
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
� "Iris" � Goo Goo Dolls

"You�re insane!" � Maiev
"Isolation can do that to the
mind." � Illidan

And thank you guys, for the reviews!

Anon - Well, thank you very much! I've had
Illidan and Shayl as a couple for a few years now. They started through RP
which then evolved into this story. :)

AzureBonds
- The wait's over! Woo!

Ashtaar
- Why, thank you very much for the compliment on my style! I've had some people
criticize it, but I find it's actually quite enjoyable in the end. And yay. I do try to make the
relationship between Shayl and Illidan as believable as possible. They do make
a wonderful couple.. <3

Yusari
- (laughs) I do try to keep them in character. Illidan is a true joy to write
because he's so grumpy and confused about Shayl. :) His mix of hatred and lust
for her is slowly shifting about into affection. Slowly, mind you.

Anon - Thank you. (bows)

Sealink - Fabulous, eh?
Fabulous? Well, here's more like you've demanded. :)
Hope he's as good as you think he is here.

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

Warning! Hints of naughtiness here. Between Shayl and Illidan, of
course! (cackles)
Shayl-
(growing quite pale now) Oh dear goddess. (hides behind Illidan's wings)
Illidan-
(twitches, hides Shayl away) I'm going to kill you. (glares
at Arc)
Arc- No, you
won't. I'm the author. I have the power. Mwahahahahaha!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go talk to Magnus about working for Tzeentch.
Illidan-
Bless you.
Arc-
�. (smacks Illidan,
HARD) And the first person who gets what game/series I just referenced, you get
a free cameo in the story. Prolly a short one, but
you get one!

Now, on with the show! :D

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The crash of metal on metal awoke Shayl
who jerked her head out from beneath the thin, warm blankets and sheets that
covered her. Slowly, with a wide yawn that exposed her prominent canine teeth
to view, the druid sat up in bed. Thick locks of mussed emerald cascaded over
her face and the girl scrubbed at her face with her hands, a daily ritual that
never failed to cease, unless she was drifting out of her body for a time.
Rising from the bed, Shayl reached out and secured the tunic she wore when not
sleeping, puling it on over her head. Smoothing the wrinkles out of it with her
hands, the slender druid finished gathering her garments and clothed herself
silently, fingers used to long years of experience of dressing her body without
her seeing exactly what it was she was wearing.

At last, drifting to the window while
gathering her hair into a long tail with one hand, the other pulling a long
leather strip off the desk set by the bed, Shayl came to a halt and bowed her
head, blind eyes focusing on the large courtyard set below the window. Where
her eyes failed, shrouding the world in darkness, the woman's ears were sharp
and keen, telling her what she wanted to know, as did her nose. A strong breeze
was sweeping the air, bringing the scents of sweat and steel to her nose, the
woman having been forced to get used to both smells ever since her abduction.
Finishing with the haphazard tie she placed in her hair, leaving the thick tail
of green strands to spill down over her spine, the kaldorei leaned forward,
setting her hands on the sill of the window and listened.

Yes.

He was there.

Illidan.

It had been a month or so since they had
passed from the very shores of the Eastern Kingdoms into Outland and he had
progressed into a healthier state, thanks to Shayl's diligent attentions that
had only recently begun to allow the sorcerer more strenuous activities; such
as whipping the butts of all the spellbreakers in the
courtyard, along with quite a few of the naga warriors. Myrdions,
she thought they were called. Something like that, an
obscure term that she had heard only once. But with his forced complacency,
only at the vehement insistence of the druid, Illidan had finally, grudgingly
listened to her, especially when he first tried to spar with his forces again
and had ripped the wound on his chest open again partially. When that had
happened, it had gotten that stubborn man to listen to her, if only for a time.
As soon as she had declared he was healthy enough for more strenuous physical
arts, however, he had gone wild with glee, or so it had seemed to her. As she
listened, Shayl dipped her head forward, listening to his words.

"Come now," Illidan cried as he
swept one hand possessed of a war-glaive out to his right side, turning his
great horned head from right to left, seeking out challengers. "Don't tell
me that you have all given up already."

Oh yes, he was quite alright. Shayl had a
suspicion that her use would soon be coming to an end, thanks to Illidan's
increasing health and his own desire to puff up and strut now that he was doing
much better. Turning away from the window, feeling his blindfolded gaze turning
up towards her, the druid left the master bedroom of the castle and made her
way into the hall. Keeping one hand on the wall, simply to help orient herself
for Shayl still had yet to memorize the layout of the Black Temple. She began
making her way down towards the courtyard, using her hearing to guide her along
the way. Feeling the air suddenly warm from the cool interior of the hallway to
one of the smaller courtyards where the druid had begun to slowly make her mark
upon the Temple.

Heading to the corner which she had
claimed for her own, knowing the path thanks to the sheer smell of freshly
tilled soil in the air, Shayl slowly knelt, fingers reaching out to dig into
the dusty, sandy dirt which she�d been working on. The druid felt life stirring
in the soil she was tending to so diligently. Even as she began once again to
spread her own life-giving magicks over the thirsty red soil, her mind turned
back to when she had first entered this world�

- Outland.

The word sent a chill radiating down
Shayl's spine as she remained on her knees by Illidan's prone form, hands
resting on the unconscious sorcerer. The collapse rewound itself in her mind.
She had noticed him stumble at first, Illidan spouting out a murmur of sound,
before he'd taken another step and then a third. It was like trying to stop a
slow-moving avalanche. Shayl had been the first to jump forward, her hands
stretching out to the prone figure of the sorcerer upon the ground,
uncontrollable concern flooding Shayl's entire being. Why was she so worried
about him? That was something that she could not explain, even to herself.
Then, she heard the naga and blood elves moving to help her, a litter being
quickly bound to support Illidan's size and weight. Shayl helped them place the
sorcerer upon the litter before the druid turned her attention to her
surroundings, feeling them the best that she could with her blind eyes.

Rising to her feet, a stinging whiplash of
sand licked over Shayl's body, tiny granules of the dusty red sand seeming to
attack her, as if the very land itself was rejecting her. Shayl herself felt
sick in this place, saturated as it was by the arcane magicks. Giving her
green-maned head a shake, the girl swallowed and looked down at Illidan as she
marched beside the litter he was upon, the group beginning to move. Foolish man!
He had suffered trying to save them from the ghouls, making sure that his
people were gone through the portal safely first before traveling through
himself. One hand lifted to her upper arm, rubbing the bruising flesh that was
result of his powerful grip.

It was a mostly silent trip, broken only
by the scraping of the litter across the ground as the posse took breaks,
always careful not to jostle their master too much. The druid found herself
sitting at his sides, one hand reaching out to curl about his much larger
fingers. Idly, the girl took this time to splay her hand against his, finding
that Illidan's grasp was twice her own, his fingers easily twice the thickness
of hers. But then, he was such a large man, breaking the nine foot mark and
that wasn't including his horns either! Idly, her right hand remained curled
with his left while her own left hand drifted to brush gently across his
forehead, concern knitting those long eyebrows of green coloration together.
Why she was so concerned, Shayl wasn't sure. But she merely passed it off as
being his healer and having to get involved with the stubborn man so much.

Maybe you're starting to care for him, a
voice whispered in the back of her mind, a small, niggling voice that Shayl had
heard before on occasion. Her conscience, it seemed, was trying to get her to
admit something that she wasn't willing to admit.

I do not like the man! He is crude and
arrogantly high-handed and believes he can control me. A severe retort to
the voice, Shayl running her fingers across Illidan's knuckles as she replied. Not
to mention the fact that I am a "kaldorei" and a druid to boot. He
can't stand me.

Oh, sure, that's what he wants
you to think, came the amused comeback. But you never know. He certainly
seems to hate it when you got out of the bed early while you were on the ship.
And admit it. You enjoyed being so close to him. You liked how it felt being
snuggled up to him, not to mention the ideas you got when you've been forced to
give him a sponge bath!

Those smooth cheeks slowly turning black,
Shayl gave her head a fierce shake. So what if she did
enjoy how her body felt when it was pressed up against Illidan's? Idly, the
girl made notice of his fingers. Long, powerful things they were, nimble and
dexterous, vital parts of being a sorcerer. But his body was hard and strong,
something that was entirely opposite of Illidan's chosen profession. Oh, true,
she knew the man preferred sorcery over melee attacks, yet when pressed into
such fights that magic was no longer useful in close quarters, he was quite
good at fighting hand-to-hand. Or, at least, that was what Shayl believed.

With a sigh, she curled her fingers more
tightly around Illidan's hand, useless eyes snapping shut tightly before her
left hand drifted down to his chest. Fingers would splay over the wound and
once more, the green glow infused her touch, spreading over both hands and
across Illidan's wound. Pouring herself into the powerful healing technique
that was neither druidic nor arcane magick, but something more, Shayl finally
ceased when the flood of power slipped away, leaving her to slump bonelessly onto the ground, head coming to rest on
Illidan's shoulder.

Kael was watching from nearby, as was
Vashj. Despite the trustworthy nature of the girl, neither of them could truly
forget what she was. She was a kaldorei, one of those wretched night elves that
had driven them into the blackness long, long ago until they had become what
they now were. His metal-clad fingers curled, the talons of Kael's gauntlet
tapping quietly against his steel-shod palm. Finally, seeing as how the main of
the force was tired from their hard travel that had been rather pressing for
the last few hours, Kael consented to give everyone an hour in which to rest.
Already, the druid was asleep, her smaller form curled into Illidan's larger
figure. The sun moved through the dust-hazed sky slowly and Kael finally began
to rouse the posse. Slowly, the prince of the Sin'Dorei began to approach the
druid. Kneeling beside her, Kael reached out slowly, his hand finally coming in
contact with Shayl's shoulder as he began to shake her gently in order to wake
her up.

He never saw Illidan's fist coming.

Being thrown to the ground by the blow
given to his head, a glancing blow but a strong one nevertheless, Kael gagged
as Illidan's hand closed about his throat, the prince staring up at his liege
lord while the markings on Illidan's body flared a deep green, those twin smoky
flames burned behind the ragged strip of dark cloth that wrapped his head. This
was not his master! Well, it was Illidan, no doubt about that. Just a very angry Illidan who looked ready to murder him.
Shayl, having been rudely awakened by her pillow's lunge for Kael, hear Kael's
gargling breath and let out a cry, scrambling in what seemed the right
direction, Vashj finally reacting to come over. Yet, even with all four of her
arms being put to work, the naga's great strength couldn't remove the
sorcerer's hand from Kael's throat.

"Illidan, stop it, let go! Please!
You're killing him!"

Shayl's words echoed through the camp as
all watched with stunned amazement as the half-breed seemed to pause before a
low growl escaped Illidan's throat and his fingers released their grasp upon
Kael. Then, a very surprised Shayl found herself yanked into the half-demon's
arms, the man snarling while his large wings were curled around her form, all
but hiding her from view. His fingers were set about her waist and the
half-breed of night elf and demon combination found himself marveling at how
tiny and perfect it was. Slowly, his hands slid down further where her waist
flared out into beautifully wide hips. Those were hips built for childbirth, oh
yes. Gradually, those self-same digits began to inch upwards as another warning
growl escaped the man�s throat.

"Do not touch her," came Illidan's sibilant hiss of words.

Glances were exchanged and then Shayl
slapped her way out of his arms, going to check on Kael, cool fingers laid on
the prince's throat, a simple healing spell helping to reduce the swelling and
bruising, the druid's blind eyes closing while long green lashes fanned across
her cheeks in a delicate semi-circle of curling emerald coloration. Lips
pursing, she finally allowed her eyes to open and then the young druid peered
down at Kael with a smile while behind them, Illidan seemed to awaken from
whatever trance or mood that had taken hold of him with that rude awakening
from the prince and his own reaction to it.

What was going on? Why was he getting so
inanely possessive of the girl? She was nothing much, only a mere druid. But
what a skilled and wondrous druid she was, able to perform healing techniques
far beyond that of even his brother at times. And Malfurion was the Arch-Druid,
leader of them all, save for this woman here. She was
his, had been his since his men had brought her to him. She was marked as his
physically when he bit her, marking her for his own. Head tilted forward
slightly, his tongue emerging from his mouth to wet his lips slightly, remembering
the rich taste of the magic that had flowed from the
druid. It had been utterly.. completely..
delicious. Letting out a lusty sigh, Illidan frowned
yet again. True, he enjoyed prodding at the woman verbally, enjoyed watching
her flare up, her wit startling him from time to time with such sharp
responses. But that was no grounds for attraction, was it? No, surely not. But
Illidan knew he was just starting to fool himself.

He.. liked her.

And it scared the hell out of him.

As it was, what had happened did
make the rest of the trip more interesting. Neither Illidan nor Shayl would
go within five feet of one another, but it was rather amusing to see their lord
following the druid all over the encampment. At a distance of
course. The master would never admit to following her on purpose, but as
it was, they were soon packing up and resuming the harsh pace set by Illidan to
return to the Black Temple. Shayl's long legs chewed the miles up, the kaldorei
druid simply following Kael's smooth voice as he explained to her about how
they had come to take over this new, strange world. The barrenness of the land
made her nauseous, but only just enough to bother the druid. She had never been
in a land so desolate before, in a place where the world itself was almost entirely
stripped of life. But she managed to retain a hold on her stomach until they
reached the Black Temple.

It was there that Shayl collapsed, the
foul corruption of the demonic energy filling the Temple assaulting the
unprepared girl.

Such a simple thing it had been. Shayl had
taken one, two, three steps into the main courtyard before pausing and
shuddering once in a slow manner; then, without warning, she'd crumpled on the
spot. Kael had let out a cry and leapt towards her, but two strong arms swooped
beneath the druid's faltering figure and the prince stared up at his master
while Illidan scowled at him. The Sin'Dorei liege frowned back and then nodded
before starting to order his people about, sending them to recuperate and rest
up. He had grown mildly fond of Shayl during the long journey out of Northrend,
across the sea to the Portal and then to here. But Kael knew better then to try
helping her at the moment.

Later, he learned that Illidan had placed
the girl in his chambers.

And she'd been there ever since. Even
after she had woken up and demanded her own chambers, Illidan had refused to
allow her to leave the same room that he shared with her. It had been a vicious
fight between the two, their argument screaming all over the Temple until even Kael
had been ready to interfere. But something that one of them said ceased the
fight and Shayl had let go of the argument, willingly staying in the master
chambers now. Illidan rarely visited them and she rarely left them. Except when
need be, like today� -

Shayl paused and then wiped a dusty hand
across her forehead, leaving a smear of red dust behind as she smiled proudly
down at the tilled soil. The sun had burned her skin gently, making her
normally pale periwinkle coloration a darker purple shade along her arms and
face, as well as on the back of her neck for the druid had bound her hair up
before starting on her work. As for the sun itself, several hours had passed
since she began to work out in the corner of the small courtyard, the woman
coaxing life back into the soil. Indeed, she'd already begun to plant several
things and was using her powers to help coaxing them into taking root and
growing. Slowly, she rose from her hunched posture,
sore, cramped muscles sending pangs of relief through her body as they finally
flexed and she rubbed her hands over her face again, feeling the sore skin.
Then, a low coughing growl from the entrance to the courtyard made her turn,
facing the hybrid as Illidan stepped into the mostly shadowy area.

"So, this is where you have been
hiding all day long. At least it means that you're staying out of my way,"
Illidan muttered, his musing words set in a low pitch before his large hand was
held out to her. "Come with me. I desire your healing skills. I can tell
my wound is almost healed and the sooner it's done and over with, the
better."

Knowing better then to argue, Shayl slowly
placed her hand in his large grasp. As soon as their fingers touched, Illidan
then proceeded to haul her off to the master chambers, the room that the two of
them shared. Once in there, the druid washed her hands and face off, hearing
the man pacing behind her, his hooves clicking exactly twenty times from left
to right before she turned to face him, wiping her face off gently on a towel
before speaking up.

"Please, sit down."

As soon as she heard the bed creak, Shayl
sat down beside Illidan. Extending her hands, she placed them upon the wound
that was already almost gone, or so she at least hoped. Then, the green flare
of energy swelled up over her forearms, the woman pouring her healing powers
into Illidan's body until she could sustain the effort no longer. �As the druid slumped, Illidan caught her in
his arms gently, pulling the worn druid into his lap as he began to stroke her
hair. It was odd, he mused to himself. As soon as he admitted to himself that
he was growing fond of her, it seemed to have unlocked several new sensations
in his mind and body, as well as seeming to lift a weight off of his chest. The
greatest evidence of all had been when he'd reflected on Tyrande only this
morning and not even felt a pang.

Shayl shifted against Illidan, feeling
herself caught in a drowsy state of mind. His fingers kept running through her
hair which he'd pulled out of its tied-up bun without a second thought,
relaxing the druid. Nuzzling her face against his chest, the kaldorei sighed as
his fingers moved from her hair to gently running beneath her chin, as if she
were a cat. And yes, while she did act like one at times, this was decidedly
pleasurable. Lifting her chin in accordance with the stroking to the underside
of it, a low purr of delight escaped the druid's throat. She felt the hybrid
shift idly before her face was gently tilted even further upwards and then his
warm breath washed over her mouth just before his lips closed upon hers. Shayl
jumped in surprised shock, stunned at this sudden turn of events before his
lips tightened even more upon hers and then she felt his tongue gently run over
the crease between her lips.

He'd wanted to kiss her. Yes, he had.
Illidan was able to admit that to himself as he held the druid close, his wings
shifting to wrap about her while he held her face in one hand, his other arm
wrapping over one of Shayl's hips. Slowly, he felt her hands starting to creep
upwards as she oh so hesitantly began to accept his kiss, enflaming his blood
even more. It had been the smell of her hair that had ignited the urge to kiss
her, Illidan decided. He hadn't meant for the kiss to happen or for this to
still be going on, but it was a pleasant enough distraction and he found he
liked kissing her and having her kiss him back. With a growl, the hybrid's
tongue forced its way into Shayl's mouth, his right hand dropping away from her
cheek to curl around her waist, the druid pressing against him as she kissed
back with an innocent eagerness that made him want to roll her onto her back
and strip that innocence away. And when Shayl made a sound in the back of her
throat that Illidan could only call a whimper and she wriggled against
him, his lust flared into life.

�Shayl
felt his hands move, his fingers sliding over the smooth fur of her tunic
before his hand shifted and she inhaled sharply, pressing her breast into his
hand as he cupped it, the heat of Illidan's skin being felt easily through the
thin material. He pulled her against him, adjusting her position roughly until
Shayl was straddling his waist with her legs, thighs clasping his body above
his hips with ease. This brought their groins in close contact with one another
and Illidan's other hand slid beneath the hem of her skirt, sliding to cup the
right plump roundness of her buttock in his palm, squeezing it idly as Shayl
jumped and gasped before gasping again. That jump had brought her body directly
in contact with his arousal, the fabric of Illidan's pants tenting, showing his
strong physical attraction for her.

"You're mine, druid. There's no
turning back now.." Illidan rasped to her.

But, just as he was about to grab her and
roll over onto the bed, there came a thunderous knock
upon the door. Shayl jumped with fright, falling out of Illidan's lap and his
reach with a yelp before she turned over onto her hands and knees and scurried
to sit before the fireplace just as Kael and Vashj entered the room, both
looking quite grim.

"What is the meaning for this
intrusion?!" Illidan roared, quite incensed at them. But what they said
next made all the lust drain from his body.

"We have a prisoner, my lord. The
Warden, Lady Maiev. She's demanding to see you."

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Finally! This chapter is done and up!
Sorry it took so long everyone. Writer's block hit me hard. But
here's the latest chapter, you lovely patient people you. Take many luffs. And one question. If I was
to write a Riddick fanfic, would you folks read it?

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