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Guardian of Tirisfal (Part II)Blessed coolness touched her brow. Aegwyn murmured something in her sleep. Soft blankets, the like of which she hadn’t felt before in ages covered her. She buried herself in the blankets, feeling wonderfully warm.
“Wake woman.”
Aegwyn opened her eyes to see a man sitting near the bed on a stool. She could barely see his face but the outline was lit with the glow of the moon. Under normal circumstances she wouldn’t have been worried. But she had no power and was weak. She remembered the events that transpired only moments before. She began to feel scared.
Apparently he saw her shaking. He put a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not here to hurt you.”
If he was trying to get her to relax, it didn’t work. Aegwyn pulled the covers over her, her heart pacing. Despite her efforts, Aegwyn began to whimper.
She felt a hand gently touch her through the sheets. A warming power touched her soul, a holy power. Aegwyn was stilled for a moment, then she warily pulled the covers from her face. “Who are you?” she asked, her voice surprisingly shaky
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The man leaned to his left. “I am called the Healer by many.”
Aegwyn’s heart leapt. A healer! That could only mean one thing! By the light Azeroth hasn’t fallen after all! “A cleric!” she said, her voice full of bursting confidence now. She could get back on her feet in no time, could find out where Medivh was. Though the chance was small, there was still hope within that he had turned back towards the light. She could leave this world in confident hands.
Aegwyn tried to sit up but her whole body jerked and her muscles ached. She groaned and laid back down on the bed.
“Please, don’t try to move. You’ve had quite an experience. Quite an experience indeed.”
Aegwyn’s body wouldn’t move but she tried to gain his attention. “Please, are you a cleric?” she asked, her voice weaker but still just as confident. He had to be a cleric, there were few others who could heal the mind, body, and soul. If he could repair her broken senses from the onslaught she had suffered earlier, he must be a great man.
He let out a long and heavy sigh. “No.”
Her hope suddenly hit rock bottom after having climbed so high. She could feel her eyes begin to well up with tears. “No?” she said, her voice already touched with despair.
He stood up and began to walk away.
“Please! Don’t leave!” she said, trying to shout but her voice was too weak. It came out only as a whisper.
He seemed to have heard it. He turned back towards her and stood there, still in the moonlight.
She noticed that he wore armor. A warrior! He must be a warrior! It jumped into her head. She began to fear again. There were few footmen who had true honor, and most would rather hurt warm flesh than help it. Even though she was old, she saw in the mirrored pools that she hadn’t lost her beauty.
She summoned up her courage as best as she could manage. “Please, what happened. Tell me what happened, I must know.”
The man almost began to chuckle. “Why? Have you been living in a cave all your life? By the light, I didn’t think that anyone wasn’t touched by the war.”
The war! She remembered Selaine’s screams. Could remember the flood of emotions that had hit her. She had experienced it several times during the nation’s skirmishes, but never something of this magnitude. Who had caused such pain? It was still a mystery to her. “What nation attacked Azeroth?”
The man paused as he contemplated her question. “No single nation, but rather all the nations.”
She wrinkled her brow. “What?”
He waved it off as he turned away. “They’ll be plenty of time to answer that in the morning. You rest, you’ve had a hard day.”
Aegwyn’s muscles suddenly ached again, as if they just realized that. She struggled to get to her feet but it was useless. She was so tired, so very tired.[an error occurred while processing this directive] |
