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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
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Gravitation
By
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. 3
Anyways! On with the story!

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The chill of the wind cut straight through
the thick fur that was wrapped about the woman, eliciting shivers. Her head
turned from side to side, sensing the others about her, yet she couldn't see
them and never would. Oh, yes, the woman could hear them and smell them, but no
amount of trying would bring light into the darkness that surrounded her. One
hand came up and dark purple nails dragged through the wind-whipped locks of
green hair, contrasting with the pale lavender shade of the girl's skin. The
breeze came up again, causing the lengthy points of her ears to sway and the
kaldorei shivered, huddling more into the fur she was wrapped up in. Booted
footsteps sounded behind her, iron heels clicking on the wood of the deck and a
light hand touched her left shoulder, the cold of the gauntlet that covered it
seeping through the fur and sending a different sort of chill through her body.

"We're almost there, Shayl
Hawkeye," said the leader of the small expedition that manned the boat.

His voice was smooth and soft, showing
signs of being used to speak in diplomatic situations. Even so, the woman
detected a hint of sensual darkness to the tones of the man's diplomatic voice.
Yet there was little diplomacy in the world these days, what with had occurred
only a year ago. The Burning Legion had returned to Azeroth
and the kingdoms had all been wiped out almost, especially that of Quel'Thalas.

How had it come to this? How had it come
that she, a kaldorei, was now thoroughly abducted by a group of Quel'Dorei and
their naga brethren? It had been swift and silent. She had gone to gather up
some herbs that she was running short of and then she'd heard a hiss before a
net was thrown over her. The beasts of the forest had tried to protect their
sister, but Shayl, who was a druid despite being a woman, warned them away. The
elf had heard the naga hissing amongst themselves time
and again and the blood elves speaking to one another. Then had come the voice of an elegant man, his voice soft and
sophisticated to her ears.

His name?
Prince Kael'Thas Sunstrider.

When asked later about her initial
impression of him, Shayl would respond that while he may not have been very
warm, he was at least civil and proceeded to explain to her why they had
kidnapped her. They needed the skills of a druid to heal their leader, Illidan
Stormrage. The girl had barely been able to conceal her shock when she'd heard
the name of the man whom she was going to be tending. The Betrayer as most of
her people called him? Him, the one who had created the second Well? Shock didn't even begin to describe it. But there was
something to be noted about Shayl. She didn't hold any contempt for the leader
of this rogue band. Oh no, nothing like that. She felt something else, but if
it was compassion or empathy was unknown to her. And now, she was standing at
the bow of a ship that was approaching the icy shore of the continent of
Northrend.

Once they'd landed, the girl was then made
to march with them at a swift pace. Every now and then, unused to such
strenuous activities, Shayl would falter. That was when one of the naga would
haul her into its arms and Shayl found herself carried along until she was able
to resume walking at the swift pace. The woman, who'd never before worn shoes,
soon found a need for warm clothing and boots. Not to mention the corruption of
the ground upon which she walked made her skin crawl and Shayl was glad for the
meager protection of boots on her feet, shielding the druid in a way from the
taint of the Blight. A fortnight after disembarking from the shore, the small
group of Quel'Dorei and naga found the campsite of where they'd set up their
base. Immediately, Shayl was ushered to the largest dwelling and thrust inside.
There, Kael made a small globe of light for himself, having learned long ago
that the kaldorei he'd brought to heal his master was blind.

Shayl would normally have vehemently
protested such crude treatment, but the girl was distracted by a very
distinctive smell. The smell of sickness. It was a
foul, lingering odor that made her nose wrinkle hard,
scrunching up her delicately boned face in a manner that some would call cute.
Gently, slim fingers moved, seeking the head of the body on the furs she was
now kneeling upon. The thin digits encountered a face that was almost lupine in
its features. Thumbs stroked high cheekbones before the digits moved upwards,
feeling a blindfold and remembered that Illidan had supposedly been the first
of the demon hunters. Then, delicate hands moved up further and encountered a
pair of horns that emerged from the temples of his skull. Blind eyes grew wide,
slowly tracing over them. Ignoring the not-so-subtle cough from Kael, she
stroked her hands back down, touching Illidan's face again. A face that had lines
carved into by suffering.. by
pain.

Holding back a swell of sympathy for the
man, reminding herself of what he'd done, Shayl's
hands began to move down his front. They encountered heated flesh that wasn't
just from the fever that now ravaged his body. Her lips worked, parting in a
silent gasp. Slowly.. slowly,
delicately tapering fingertips began to trace the designs upon his body before
another cough from Kael had her blushing dark purple, almost black. Never
before had the druid allowed herself to get so sidetracked. There was just some
small part of her that wanted to lie down next to the wounded demon hunter and
nurse him back to health in ways that she didn't ever consider before.
Remaining a constant shade of near-black, Shayl's hands finally touched the
wound that was the bane of the man upon the furs. Amber orbs went wide and she
gasped before shuddering and pulling her hands away.

"What is it!"
Kael snapped, glaring at her. The longer that this woman took to heal Illidan,
the less chance he had of surviving.

But Shayl wasn't about to answer him. Her
hands and augmented senses had told her that the wound was far more then it
appeared to be. She felt something leaking from his body, something precious,
and without a second thought, reaching out through her teachings and somehow
put a stop to the leaking. A sigh of relief before suddenly, she found her new
charge starting to shake and thrash, Illidan' s form jerking upwards in an
attempt to leave the furs while his body suddenly seemed to grow even hotter as
the fever turned inwards with a renewed sense of fury. From the mouth of the
half-demon came a scream of mingled fury and pain. Shayl heard a name in that
scream for Illidan was screaming his wrath in Darnassian, but then the druid
acted, voice coming out loud and cracking with commands.

"Hold him down!" she shouted at
Kael and the other blood elf that Shayl sensed in the tent before she went
scrambling outside. Hearing cries from within the crude hut, Shayl gathered up
several large handfuls of icy snow, ignoring the chill and then hurried back
inside, dropping to her knees beside Illidan's thrashing body. An inhale before
she dumped the snow onto his torso before speaking to the snow, asking it to
form a blanket over his body and to stay together for as long as it could.
Slowly, the white stuff began to move, creeping over the heated body. An exhale
escaped Shayl and she rocked back onto her heels, forehead hanging downwards.
But finally, Shayl's head lifted and she seemed to meet the crystalline blue
eyes of the prince of the Quel'Dorei. King, if you wanted to think about it.

"I'll say this, my lord.. your leader is a strong man. Any
other person would likely have perished from disease before now.. He is strong. I can tell that much. Now
then. All of you start cleaning this hut up, immediately! If I am to be
working on bringing your lord back to full health, I will not do it in such a
filthy place! Now get to it!"

Exchanging glances, the blood elves got to
work. Shayl ignored the mutters that came from their mouths, frowning slightly
the whole while as her hands stroked lightly along the edges of the wound. The
kaldorei disregarded the chill of the wound, her lips moving as she spoke to
herself, no words escaping her mouth even while delicate fingertips stroked the
heated skin.
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