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((Page Eleven: Scarlet Path))
The elderly and now sore paladin Daellin Lightheart felt himself being carried. He slowly awoke in a dazed and confused state. He could see the faint outlines of trees and mountains all around him. He did not recall anything after the battle of the Sepulcher. The last he remembered he was in a stalemate with the one boy from Southshore. He had revealed his identity and that was it. Everything went blank. It was like when he fell from Tyr’s Hand almost a year and a half ago. Of course that sent him down the path of the Argent Dawn, which ironically he abandoned. Yet he now had no idea in Azeroth where he was.
He decided to get a good feel at who was carrying him. He was obviously a strong person to carry him. Maybe it was one of his faithful Scarlets? Maybe it was Maveryn that was carrying him? No it could not have been him. He was slightly shorter and less built. Also to add Maveryn always had some clothing of the Crusade on him. This man, who had shaggy long ebon hair, did not ware any Scarlet on him.
Daellin then realized he was being carried sideways. His belly was on the unknown man’s shoulders. His neck and legs were also held up by the mans hands. The man’s hands were rough and large. A sign of hard work, perhaps? Daellin tried his best to raise his head once again. Instead of looking at trees and mountains, he was looking for more details that would tell him where and with whom he was. He noticed the back of a short figure. Long braids fell behind the person’s back. Obviously female. And the short stature would indicate that she was a dwarf. That was not a good sign. No race besides humans were allowed in the Crusade. It was then Daellin realized he was not with a warm welcoming company.
Daellin then noticed another figure to his immediate left. This one much taller than the dwarf. Perhaps even taller than a man. The ears and pale skin were a dead giveaway. High Elf. The arrogant beings of the northern kingdom of Quel’Thalas. Daellin had fought alongside them before. Though great fighters and passionate, their arrogance and above everyone else feelings irked him. After another closer look he noticed this elf, like the dwarf, was a female. And a luscious one at that. He got a quick glance at her face. Such beauty. Not to mention her other assets were pleasing.
“‘wake are ye’ now?” A heavily accented voice asked. Lightheart then felt himself falling. With a loud thud, he crashed into the ground. The carrier must have dropped him on purpose. Daellin rubbed his head and was suddenly fully awake. He looked all around him. The scenery was that of a lush deadness. There was green, yet it was sick. There was life, yet it was not alive.
“Who are you?” Daellin asked.
“You know me. We sort of had a fight,” Quinton spoke up. He was the man that carried him. He fit the bill, strong and had much stamina. It made sense to Daellin.
“‘dey call me Tefri. And dat is Kreel,” Tefri introduced herself to the traitor. Kreel rolled her eyes at the old man.
Another pretty and arrogant elf.
Daellin thought. “And why, if you don’t mind me asking, am I captured?” Lightheart asked. He wanted to know if he should be worried or not. Really he was not due to the fact that he was sure that Crusade was on hot on their tracks.
“Taking you to Light’s Hope. You will stand before the commanders for treason and abandoning us,” Quinton explained with a smirk. He was feeling a little cocky. He had captured the great and powerful Lightheart.
“Very well then. It would be nice to meet some old friends,” Daellin spat. “But I must ask, where is my sword and clothing?” He asked.
Kreel spoke up, “Oh your armor is somewhere in the bottom of a lake. You only need your shirt and pants right? And as for your sword...” She trailed off and pointed to Quinton. Daellin’s gaze went to the young man. The boy twirled with Light’s Breach as if it was a toy. This made him infuriated.
“Boy I suggest you give that to me lest you lose a leg!” He roared.
As if giving it seriously thought, Quinton brought his hand and rubbed his chin, as if actually contemplating as to give this traitor his weapon back.
“Nope,” He simply stated, and with that, the trio went back to walking. After a reassuring kick to the rear end from Tefri, Daellin too started to walk. He looked around the terrain once more. This land was familiar to say the least. It was hard to remember. His old age was catching up to him. Yet it came to him in a flash. He recounted this land from his youth. It was land of his country, his kingdom, his people.
The home of Capitol City. The lush valleys that stretched from miles. The glades of green. The still and pleasant sea to the north.
They were in Tirisfal Glades. One of Lordaeron’s greatest nations. The very home of several important men in history. Not far would be the ruins of the Capitol City. Now littered with the filth of the Forsaken. The grand city that held many roses, the grand city the once held thousands of citizens, the city in which an ancient family line flourished. The city where the reckoning began.
Daellin spat on the ground in disgust. Disgust in everything that happened to his country. The traitor prince. The plague. The take over by the Forsaken. The fact that Daellin could do nothing.
Of course I can do something! The Crusade will rescue me and I will resume the purging of Lordaeron. I will not let it die. My grave will sooner be dug than that of Lordaeron’s.
Near the border of Sillverpine and Tirisfal stood the near broken down white tower that the Scarlets had occupied for some time now. As usual, Ash sat down in his chair at his wooden table. He had recently learned the abduction of Daellin Lightheart. From what reports state, living Alliance races took him with little force.
“Just a slight delay, I suppose,” Ash muttered to himself. The red headed young man then heard foot steps coming from the spiraling staircase. Each foot step creaked from the weight of the person coming. The wooden stairs were not in much better shape than the rest of the tower. To add to the footsteps, Ash heard wheezing and coughing. From the corner of his eye, Ash spotted Trenton come down. His hair was wet with sweat and his face as red as blood.
“I hope you are all right, Trenton,” Ash said without caring. His tone was too obvious to Trenton who just rolled his eyes.
“How fairs everything?” Trenton asked as he wheezed.
“Well Lightheart got himself captured, but we will have him back soon. We did not do all this for him just to escape out of our hands. Maveryn and Quinn are on their way to retrieve the old man.” Ash replied.
“And what of the higher ups? Are they on to us?”
“Not one bit. However, as the plan goes into motion....” Ash trailed off as he played with his quill pen.
“And as for Darion?”
Ash seemed to shudder at the mention of the name. He dropped his pen and his mouth was slightly open.
“Do not worry for him. We just may have to wait for a new chance to strike at the boy. The Scarlet Eclipse is our priority,”
I enjoy it, but to me some of the sentences near the beginning seemed a little short.
Well it is suppose to show how his thoughts were suddenly coming back to him. I don't know.
-Despite my best judgement of over using it, I suppose I should use commas to combine more of the shorter sentences. I feel like going back to a kid's grammer class again. *selfsmacktoface*
-Well we now know for a fact Daellin has been kidnapped per se by the great trio of Kreel, Tefri, and Quinton. It was quite convenient that their destination, Light's Hope, is where they will take Daellin to trial for treason to the Dawn and just flat being a Scarlet.
-It appears that Trenton has some sort of illness. A minor detail, or something greater?
-And so Daellin was right in that the Crusade will go get him. The old man is just a burden to them, eh?
-And as seen before, everytime Darion is mentioned around Ash, he seems to get nervous or angry. Why would he over such a boy?
-Plan? Set in motion? Higher ups can't know?
"The Scarlet Eclipse is our priority
- ^ and what does THAT mean! Stay tuned to find out!
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