Creative!
The young Draenai sits on the floor, her hooves tucked neatly under her body, her eyes filling with tears as she holds up a broken Naaru toy. In the corner of this small room, others are huddled, talking in whispers, they are scared, but the little child does not realise this, her toy is broken, and in hope she looks to the adults and holds up her broken toy.
‘I broke him’ she stammers, her bottom lip trembling and tears starting to flow from her bright eyes ‘I broke M'uru.. Tana help’ she looks up to the pale Draenai woman, who ignores the child continuing heated, hushed discussions with the other’s in the room.
The Child, not understanding what is going on, frowns.. her pain at braking her toy obvious and feeling ignored she starts to cry, screaming for attention. The adults turn to silence the child, knowing too well the danger they are in. Only the screams penetrate the walls, and the creatures outside turn their twisted eyes onto the hidden door way and force their way inside.
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The child wakes up, slowly blinking staring at the brightest light she had ever seen, its soft singing reassuring her that she was safe. Shaking from a nightmare, Frake gathers her blanket around her, shaking her head, as if trying to shake the images from her mind. The Naaru turns his attention to her, the subtle changes in his song a question, his thoughts in her mind, calming and removing the memories he does not want her to see. Only O'ros knows that the time will come when the young woman before him must do more than cry out in her sleep.
-o-
Frake sits in the warm waters of the late, her body naked, droplets of water shining like diamonds on her pale blue skin, her mind is elsewhere and she does not hear the sound of booted feet behind her. Suddenly there is a hand in her hair, pulling her head back, and before she can scream her mouth is covered by that of another, his kiss gentle and loving.
‘Matis” Frake screams grabbing a towel to cover her self ‘What are you doing here? We might be seen!’
The young blood elf grins, having seen the forbidden fruit and playfully tugs at Frakes blanket. ‘I’ve not seen you in ages Frake, I needed to see you, he moves in closer to kiss her once more, and the young woman does not pull away from him.
Only young love hardly goes smoothly and in the shadow of the Tempest Keep the young couple are unaware of the evil which has turned its eyes to the world.
-o-
‘What do you mean I can not see him anymore?’ A stamp of a hoof tells the Elders that Frake is not happy ‘we have done nothing wrong, ask O’ros, I am still his’ She glares at the older men around her, their faces a mask of disapproval. ‘Perhaps the child is right’ one of them states, matter of fact ‘Their love could form the basis of an alliance, in this time of hate, some love is needed’.
The chiming of the Naaru silences them, M’uru twists and turns, communicating with those gathered, they listen and solemnly nod to each other.
‘Frake, you are forbidden to see Matis again’
Anger etched on her face, Frake turns to leave, her tail lashing angrily.
-o-
At the same in, in another building, Kael'thas slaps the young blood elf across the face ‘You are not to see that bitch again’ he snarls at the young Matis, who glares back at him. ‘Can’t you see, she is making you week, they are only good as fodder for our weapon training’ The older elf turns on his heels, his arms folded. ‘There is a way’ he turns to face Matis a slight smile crossing his perfect features ‘ bring me M’uru and she will be yours’
-o-
As the sun is setting, the young Frake sits in a tree, hidden in its branches she waits for Matis to arrive. Despite being ordered not to see him again, she ignored those commands, the Elders, she thought, old and stayed in their ways, they did not understand love, and she loved Matis, more than anything else. She could not wait for the day when O’ros would free her and she could leave his service.
Lost in thought, she failed to see the Orcs under her tree, pointing at her, having spotted their pray. She was too slow to escape when they dragged her down to the ground, laughing at her as she valiantly attempted to escape, prepared for a night of fun, the leader did not realise that the arrow had penetrated his brain, and as his body fell to the ground his men looked up in surprise, only to be cut down by Matis and his troops.
Gathering the shaking Frake in his arms, he smoothes over her hair, ‘We need to take you to the Naaru my dear’ he whispers to her, knowing full well that she will lead him to M’uru.
-o-
‘No!’ She screams, the pain causing her body to convulse in agony, the hooks in the Naaru digging into it, turning its pure white form grey, then black ‘Stop’! She reaches for him, and Matis turns to her laughing ‘Don’t you understand Frake.. I did this for you, so that we could be as one’. The singing of the Naaru dies, as it shatters on the floor, and Frake’s lifeless body follows.
-o-
Frake sits perfectly still, the small baby in her arms grabbing at her hair and pulling it painfully.
‘Tell us again about Argus’ one of the children at her feet pipes up hopefully, the Matron frowns at the child ‘You know Frake only came to measure you all up for new clothing, and its now late and she has to go’ The children stand, and one by one leave the young priest and the now sleeping child alone. ‘They mean well’ the matron says gathering the baby, who shifts slightly in his sleep. Frake smiles and nods ‘I know, they are looking for reassurance, after all, this is a new world for us, they must be scared’
With the night falling, she pulls her cloak around her and sets of into the night; the moon is full, and the night air full of strange sounds. Shaking her head, she strides forward only to stop; someone is in front of her.
‘Well well well’ The voice cruel, but familiar to her ‘What have we here, a single Draenai alone at night’ The blood elf steps forward, others stepping out of the shadows, and grabbing Frakes arms ‘Another toy for me to play with’ he pulls back her hood stops dead. ‘Matis’ she gasps his fist flying into her face.
For how long she was his prisoner, she did not know, confined to a cage, or taken out and tortured by him the days and nights became meaningless, her life one long nightmare of pain. He would come to her, kiss her, sit with her, love her, dress her wounds.. only a few hours later to return angry and full of rage, a hot knife in his hands, or a whip. Others he killed, but Frake he could not quite ever bring himself to do so. And so, she thought that she would end her days his prisoner. He would come to her, tell her he loved her, of the deal he had made, how she had betrayed her Naaru, how he was now in Silvermoon his life force feeding those who needed it. His torture was physical and emotional; he took pleasure in her pain.
But that changed. Her cage door was opened, and she cowered in fear of the whip, only a hand reached in to take hers, a friendly set of arms held her up as she stumbled out, water was passed her, small amounts of food. Hands, warm and firm dressed her wounds, but the face of her hero was covered; only his red hair could be seen. He took the poor wounded Frake out, and under cover of darkness returned her to O’ros.
‘I broke him’ she stammers, her bottom lip trembling and tears starting to flow from her bright eyes ‘I broke M'uru.. Tana help’ she looks up to the pale Draenai woman, who ignores the child continuing heated, hushed discussions with the other’s in the room.
The Child, not understanding what is going on, frowns.. her pain at braking her toy obvious and feeling ignored she starts to cry, screaming for attention. The adults turn to silence the child, knowing too well the danger they are in. Only the screams penetrate the walls, and the creatures outside turn their twisted eyes onto the hidden door way and force their way inside.
-0-
The child wakes up, slowly blinking staring at the brightest light she had ever seen, its soft singing reassuring her that she was safe. Shaking from a nightmare, Frake gathers her blanket around her, shaking her head, as if trying to shake the images from her mind. The Naaru turns his attention to her, the subtle changes in his song a question, his thoughts in her mind, calming and removing the memories he does not want her to see. Only O'ros knows that the time will come when the young woman before him must do more than cry out in her sleep.
-o-
Frake sits in the warm waters of the late, her body naked, droplets of water shining like diamonds on her pale blue skin, her mind is elsewhere and she does not hear the sound of booted feet behind her. Suddenly there is a hand in her hair, pulling her head back, and before she can scream her mouth is covered by that of another, his kiss gentle and loving.
‘Matis” Frake screams grabbing a towel to cover her self ‘What are you doing here? We might be seen!’
The young blood elf grins, having seen the forbidden fruit and playfully tugs at Frakes blanket. ‘I’ve not seen you in ages Frake, I needed to see you, he moves in closer to kiss her once more, and the young woman does not pull away from him.
Only young love hardly goes smoothly and in the shadow of the Tempest Keep the young couple are unaware of the evil which has turned its eyes to the world.
-o-
‘What do you mean I can not see him anymore?’ A stamp of a hoof tells the Elders that Frake is not happy ‘we have done nothing wrong, ask O’ros, I am still his’ She glares at the older men around her, their faces a mask of disapproval. ‘Perhaps the child is right’ one of them states, matter of fact ‘Their love could form the basis of an alliance, in this time of hate, some love is needed’.
The chiming of the Naaru silences them, M’uru twists and turns, communicating with those gathered, they listen and solemnly nod to each other.
‘Frake, you are forbidden to see Matis again’
Anger etched on her face, Frake turns to leave, her tail lashing angrily.
-o-
At the same in, in another building, Kael'thas slaps the young blood elf across the face ‘You are not to see that bitch again’ he snarls at the young Matis, who glares back at him. ‘Can’t you see, she is making you week, they are only good as fodder for our weapon training’ The older elf turns on his heels, his arms folded. ‘There is a way’ he turns to face Matis a slight smile crossing his perfect features ‘ bring me M’uru and she will be yours’
-o-
As the sun is setting, the young Frake sits in a tree, hidden in its branches she waits for Matis to arrive. Despite being ordered not to see him again, she ignored those commands, the Elders, she thought, old and stayed in their ways, they did not understand love, and she loved Matis, more than anything else. She could not wait for the day when O’ros would free her and she could leave his service.
Lost in thought, she failed to see the Orcs under her tree, pointing at her, having spotted their pray. She was too slow to escape when they dragged her down to the ground, laughing at her as she valiantly attempted to escape, prepared for a night of fun, the leader did not realise that the arrow had penetrated his brain, and as his body fell to the ground his men looked up in surprise, only to be cut down by Matis and his troops.
Gathering the shaking Frake in his arms, he smoothes over her hair, ‘We need to take you to the Naaru my dear’ he whispers to her, knowing full well that she will lead him to M’uru.
-o-
‘No!’ She screams, the pain causing her body to convulse in agony, the hooks in the Naaru digging into it, turning its pure white form grey, then black ‘Stop’! She reaches for him, and Matis turns to her laughing ‘Don’t you understand Frake.. I did this for you, so that we could be as one’. The singing of the Naaru dies, as it shatters on the floor, and Frake’s lifeless body follows.
-o-
Frake sits perfectly still, the small baby in her arms grabbing at her hair and pulling it painfully.
‘Tell us again about Argus’ one of the children at her feet pipes up hopefully, the Matron frowns at the child ‘You know Frake only came to measure you all up for new clothing, and its now late and she has to go’ The children stand, and one by one leave the young priest and the now sleeping child alone. ‘They mean well’ the matron says gathering the baby, who shifts slightly in his sleep. Frake smiles and nods ‘I know, they are looking for reassurance, after all, this is a new world for us, they must be scared’
With the night falling, she pulls her cloak around her and sets of into the night; the moon is full, and the night air full of strange sounds. Shaking her head, she strides forward only to stop; someone is in front of her.
‘Well well well’ The voice cruel, but familiar to her ‘What have we here, a single Draenai alone at night’ The blood elf steps forward, others stepping out of the shadows, and grabbing Frakes arms ‘Another toy for me to play with’ he pulls back her hood stops dead. ‘Matis’ she gasps his fist flying into her face.
For how long she was his prisoner, she did not know, confined to a cage, or taken out and tortured by him the days and nights became meaningless, her life one long nightmare of pain. He would come to her, kiss her, sit with her, love her, dress her wounds.. only a few hours later to return angry and full of rage, a hot knife in his hands, or a whip. Others he killed, but Frake he could not quite ever bring himself to do so. And so, she thought that she would end her days his prisoner. He would come to her, tell her he loved her, of the deal he had made, how she had betrayed her Naaru, how he was now in Silvermoon his life force feeding those who needed it. His torture was physical and emotional; he took pleasure in her pain.
But that changed. Her cage door was opened, and she cowered in fear of the whip, only a hand reached in to take hers, a friendly set of arms held her up as she stumbled out, water was passed her, small amounts of food. Hands, warm and firm dressed her wounds, but the face of her hero was covered; only his red hair could be seen. He took the poor wounded Frake out, and under cover of darkness returned her to O’ros.