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For the Love of the Dead	By : lifewontwait89 Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Prologue

Jastantha dropped the load of heavy skins and furs in front of the trader, relieved that the haggling was over. Carrying the bundle back from Northrend had been a task, but worth it in the end. The gold padding her pocket would last her a while at least and with the Lich King vanquished, the world was safe, at least for the moment. She could settle here in the city until the Warchief called the Horde to war again. With the Forsaken padding the Blood Elf territories, Silvermoon was largely safe from the Alliance. The problem of the wretched being dealt with by newer recruits and, most importantly, the sunwell restored. She might finally find the peace she had fought for.

Entering the tavern, she paid the innkeeper gold enough for a few nights stay and was directed to a private room. The last, according to the owner. She had been far from the first to return home and there were already discussions of those who were either on their way or had fallen in battle. She had no interest in these stories however. She knew the answer to the only inquiry she would care to make. She entered the room and dismissed the proud brood of Har’koa that followed at her heels. Salema rarely left her side, but would need to find her own prey here in the city and would be happier out hunting than pacing the rug bare.

As she stripped herself of her gear, she took her time to stroke the fine but worn fabric of her cloak and the embroidered icon that spanned the center. She had neither been born of or married into the line that the image represented, a fact that would offend those here, so it would have to be stored as soon as it had been repaired. The thought of small, grubby, green hands touching the token of remembrance disconcerted her so she laid it on the bed while removing her mail and stroked the basin. After an eternity sharing quarters with the rather unrefined bulk of the Horde, the ability to beckon fresh water forth was a relief. Splashing her face, she leaned over the bowl and opened her eyes to the distorted reflection it presented.

After spending so much time in the wilds of the northern tundra, the once vibrant green of her eyes had paled to a light fern. The color had been seeping back since she had returned to the continent and the idea worried her. As she had been trained for the war, she had worked tirelessly to control the grasp that magic held on her. Her tasks had taken her further and further from Quel’Thalas, and soon the constant satisfying pulse that she had been accustomed to had turned to an annoying and constant emptiness, eventually fading to an almost unnoticeable buzz that sometimes spiked during cooperative combat.

Frowning as her almost-white hair slipped forward into the water, she began to wash herself with a soft cloth and faltered as her fingers raised over a raised scar on her shoulder.

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“Jas!” the rogue tried to scream over the roar of battle. The eyes of the scourge in front of him dimmed as the cold creature collapsed with a echoing groan. He rushed toward the smaller elf as the runeblade struck just below her neck. There was no time to watch her fall, holding the wound while struggling not to drop her bow or the arrow she had notched. He lept onto the back of her attacker and his dagger slipped between the once-troll’s plate. As the creature tried to reach its aggressor, the fallen hunter’s spotted cat grabbed the hunched undead by its exposed throat, dragging it down. He let the leopard have her kill as he knelt by the hunter.

“Jastantha,” He murmured worrying over her shoulder, pressing down on the wound with a leather covered hand as she winced, “You’ll be okay, but we’ve got to get you somewhere safe.”

The hunter heard the victorious roar of her pet as her head swam and bit her tongue to regain her focus. “Aeledron. We need to find the healers. Now.”

The taller elf nodded as his fiery hair fell over his shoulders, sheathing his dagger in preparation to lift his friend. For her to be so disabled by a strike, the wound must be deep. He was securing the curved second blade when he heard her scream. Before he could turn, a sharp burning cold seared through his midsection. Looking down he could see the swarthing blue-gray tip of a runeblade, which made no sense. As the blade withdrew and his vision swam with an image of his own blood, the assassin understood. The screeching sound of claws on armor pierced his ears as he felt his warmth leaving him. “Aeledron, oh anar’alah belore, no. I’ll fix it, let me find my bandages...”

He pried his eyes open to see the pale hunter over him in triplicate. Straining to focus, the images joined, the worry spread over her face was easy to recognize, even through her own pain. “Jastantha, go, you can’t save me...”

“I won’t leave you here! We can get you out...” She lied, mostly for her own benefit, her hands reaching for her pack.

Shaking his head he grabbed her hands, “Please, use the bandages to get yourself to the healers. I wouldn’t make it that far...” He heard her stifle a sob as he grew suddenly tired, his breath rose in the air in front of him as his eyes closed and the snow suddenly felt as soft as a bed in the best inn in Silvermoon.

Rest... that’s what he needed.

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Sorry for the short chapter everybody, but it is just the prologue. Thanks for reading and please review!

Also any suggestions on related lore that I might have missed out on are appreciated!
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