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Dawn of the Dragon	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nine
It was difficult trying to pretend like they weren't going to be rebellious teenagers in a few short hours. Anduin thought Wrathion had worse acting than he did, but then, Wrathion's reputation often preceded him, so not many people batted an eye when the Black Prince started acting strangely. Anduin, on the other hand, was under constant scrutiny, both by his father and the other members of the court. Of course, Varian's idea of scrutiny and the court's idea of scrutiny were vastly different things, and Anduin was surprised by how much Varian actually kept an eye on him - which seemed not at all, but there was always that flicker of motion out of the corner of Anduin's eye that told him someone was following him. And they were good. SI:7 good. So Anduin knew without a doubt that his father probably suspected he was going to do something stupid and was debating with himself on whether or not he'd let Anduin get away with it.
Sure, Varian had lightened up a bit and relaxed the "rules" he'd set for himself when it came to Anduin, but Anduin knew his father would sooner make peace with Sylvanas than let Anduin go traipsing about (as Wrathion had said) with his only protection being a half-grown dragon and the Light as his weapon.
Of course, what Varian didn't find out until much, much later wouldn't hurt him, so Anduin did his best to be the dutiful son and not cause too much trouble while still trying to be his normal self.
There was one thing though that neither Anduin nor Wrathion had factored into their plans.
Her name was Shandris Feathermoon.
Though she kept mostly to herself, Anduin had a hard time trying to pretend that nothing was happening when she was around. Shandris often stared at both of them, as if she could read their minds or look into their souls. And Anduin, who had a hard time keeping a secret of just about anything that he knew wasn't right, was finding it difficult not to sweat when the night elf looked his way for any reason. Wrathion thought it was terribly amusing.
When night fell again, Wrathion and Anduin made their usual appearance for dinner and spent a little time with the court instead of rushing off to bed. It was better they acted as normal as possible so people didn't get curious. When they finally were able to retreat, Anduin made an ostensible show of returning to his chamber. A few minutes later, Wrathion snuck into his room, carrying with him two large packs. Then he offered Anduin a set of clothes that looked like they had been nicked from a servant.
"What's this?" Anduin asked, holding up the tunic.
"Non-prince clothing." Wrathion replied. "Figure it's best if we don't travel as ourselves. See? This is what I'm wearing." Wrathion spread his arms. Anduin raised a brow. Wrathion was wearing plate and chain mail over a black shirt and leather pants. Thick-soled leather boots stopped halfway up his shins, peeking over the greaves he wore. A sword was strapped to his side and a shield was strapped to his back. "I'm pretending to be a tank."
"You are a tank." Anduin said wryly. 'Tank', as both had learned from their adventures in Pandaria alongside adventurers, was a person, generally a warrior, death knight, monk, or paladin who had forged armor and weapons and honed skills specifically designed to take a beating to protect others in his or her party. Wrathion fit that bill better than some. Anduin sighed and tossed the tunic on the bed. "Well, I guess if I'm going to be a priest healer, I'd better look the part."
"Does that mean you're going to wear a dress?"
Anduin glowered at Wrathion. "They're robes, not a dress, and no, I'm not. Velen gave me something special to wear." Though, I don't think this was what he intended them for. Anduin thought to himself. He went to his bureau and pulled it open.
Hanging there, still as pristine as they were the day he got them, was a draenei's priest raiment specially designed for him. Anduin felt his cheeks heat as he saw the length of the robe, but shoved the emotion aside. He pulled the clothes out, and went behind the screen set in one corner of his room to change. The robes were a soft white cloth with gold trim, with hues of violet starting at the sides and going to the hem. A pair of dark pants went underneath and a belt wrapped around his waist, cinching with robe closed. It took a bit of maneuvering to get the hem of the robe to fall where he wanted it. A staff completed the ensemble, another gift from Velen. The weapon would help focus the Light when he used his spells.
When he stepped out from behind the screen, Wrathion started to smirk. Anduin glowered at him. "Not. One. Word."
Wrathion grinned widely. "Wouldn't dream of it. Are you ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess." Anduin took the pack Wrathion offered him and slung it over his shoulder. They crept to the door and peeked out. The hallway was clear, so they quickly bolted down the hall, hurrying for the main courtyard that would take them to the main hall and out of the castle entirely.
They reached the main gate with only a few scares. The guards patrolling the halls didn't pay much mind to what they couldn't see, and Anduin knew all of their patrols so he knew how much time they had to flit from one shadow to another.
Just when they thought they were home free and ten steps away from the castle, Wrathion immediately stopped and turned to face a shadow leaning against the wall. Shandris materialized out of the dark, dressed in her Sentinel armor. Her glaive was held loosely in her hand. Wrathion tensed, and Anduin stepped between them, unsure if he was trying to shield Wrathion or stop him from doing something stupid. Shandris raised a brow and tilted her head.
"And just where is the prince of Stormwind going at this hour?" She asked.
The fact she didn't even acknowledge Wrathion was not lost on Anduin. "We're going to see Thrall."
That made Shandris blink. "Why?"
Wrathion and Anduin exchanged glances. Then Anduin took a deep breath and told Shandris everything. When he finished, she was quiet, her silver eyes tilted toward the sky and the faint sliver of the moon there. For the first time, Anduin began to wonder why Shandris hadn't alerted the guard and asked as much.
She smiled. "I was your age once, a long time ago. Even I wanted to do some good for my people and friends, and had my own share of adventures. I wanted to be sure that this adventure had something solid behind it."
"In other words, you wanted to be sure Wrathion wasn't abducting me." Anduin replied.
There was a glint in her eyes that told Anduin all he needed to know, and both ignored Wrathion's aggrieved "Hey..." as they stared each other down. Shandris looked away first. Then she said, "I can't very well let the prince of Stormwind go wandering Azeroth with only a half grown dragon for a companion. Besides, any good adventurer knows a good group consists of a tank, a healer, and at least one melee or ranged damage dealer. I happen to fit both melee and ranged criteria."
"Even if we said no, you're coming anyway, aren't you?" Wrathion asked.
"Let me put it this way," said Shandris with a knowing smile, "either you let me come, or I start waking up the entire castle and alerting them to the fact that neither of you are where you're supposed to be."
"That's playing dirty." Wrathion growled.
"Like you can talk."
"Alright, enough." Anduin said. "We don't have much time. If we don't get moving, we're not going to make it."
Wrathion and Shandris eyed each other fur a moment before they finally nodded. Anduin sighed. As long as the two didn't seem to want to go for each other's throats, then Anduin figured they could get along fine. Anduin had his own questions, of course, but right now didn't seem like the right time to ask Shandris why she really wanted to join them, especially since she was supposed to be here as Tyrande's liaison. And the fact that she had been waiting for them to arrive meant that she had known at least a little bit of their plan. Of course, Anduin surmised as they followed Shandris through the dark streets to the Deeprun Tram, the leader of the Sentinels wouldn't have survived for over ten thousand years if she wasn't observant.
They had to dodge the night patrol twice, and Anduin was afraid the soldiers were already on their way to the castle to wake up his father and raise the alarm. He didn't even relax until they had hopped on the tram car and were halfway to Ironforge. At least Varian wouldn't be able to call on Moira and the Council of Three Hammers to interfere with Anduin's journey until he managed to send a messenger. And that messenger wouldn't be seen until the Queen-Regent woke up in the morning. Of course, that was if Varian sent a messenger. If he even knew where they were headed.
When they arrived in the Dwarven city, Anduin hung back a bit while Wrathion went on ahead. When Shandris came abreast of him, Anduin hurried to keep up with her. "So why are you really here?" He asked.
Her silver eyes flicked to him before they went back to staring at Wrathion. "You're too observant, for a human."
"I just know how to read people."
"If you had been born a night elf. I think I might've made an exception and brought you into the Sentinels."
"You're evading, and thank you. I guess."
Shandris was silent for a long while. They trailed behind Wrathion by a good few feet, watching him be mesmerized by this or that building or piece of decor or art. Then Shandris took a deep breath. "I felt the same thing you did. I felt the world cry out in pain through him. I haven't lived as long as I have without being observant and having a gut feeling that something bad is about to happen. And, right now, the only one powerful enough to be on par with that idiot over there is Go’el.”
"You were going to go see him, weren't you?" Anduin asked. "And don't call Wrathion an idiot."
"Even though he is one?"
"Were you, or were you not, going to see Go’el.”
Something glinted in Shandris' eyes. "I was going to go as far as I could. Failing meeting Go’el myself, I could at least talk to someone of the Earthen Ring. Then you two started acting strangely, and I thought it best to see where you were going."
"And it doesn't hurt to get out of doing what Tyrande asked you to do, right?"
"Sometimes even I want to be the rebellious child." Shandris replied with a smile.
They caught up to Wrathion and pulled him away from a stand set up to sell fruits and other things before he could get himself in trouble. Then they hurried toward the entrance of Ironforge, trying not to draw attention to their small party. Anduin didn't breathe until they had made it down the hill and onto the road that would take them out of Dun Morogh and into Loch Modan. They had made it one step in their long journey, and by the sound of Wrathion's irritated voice and Shandris' eerily calm one, Anduin figured it was going to be even longer.
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