Tag Archives: WoW fanfic

A Cord of Two Strands–Part 6

This is part 6 in a 7 part series. If you’re new, you can start with Part 1 or you can go to an index of all seven parts.

From the end of Part 5:

Aleron stopped mid-stride and turned, “We escape.”

One Way or Another

“I am not ready.”

“You do not have a choice.  We leave tonight.”  Aleron took a deep breath and added, “There is one more thing you must do—you will have to free me from this spell.”

“I can not!  If you are unable to undo it, how shall I?”

“It is designed to keep me from using magic,” he replied shortly, tempering his impatience.  “I do not think they considered an outside force.  You are, in fact, the only one able to do it right now.  Think back to what I have told you about how spells are formed.  Believe what you will, you have an intuitive understanding that quite surprises me.”

Sonora felt odd, as if he had given her a compliment she couldn’t accept.  That she would have any kind of arcane prowess was absurd; a simple tailor’s daughter did not have any business understanding magic.  But she nodded and closed her eyes, waiting for instruction.

“Focus on what you sense around you.  Your sight will not help you this time; you can only use your mind.  Find the spell matrix; feel it out.  Push against it until you feel it weaken.”

“How will I know what to do?”

“You will know.  This is something you will have to find out for yourself.”  She felt lost, like a traveler without a map or a destination.  She tried to focus, but doubt got in her way several times.  “Let go,” Aleron instructed. “Concentrate!.”

Sonora let go.  She pushed her doubt aside.  Aleron had never mislead her; never caused her to fail.  He had been her constant coach and friend, despite his insistence that she put herself through paces again and again.  If he said she was ready, then she was.

It was all the certainty she needed.  She pried into the ebon crown, feeling for nuances and weaknesses.  She touched hesitantly at first, and then as her confidence increased, grew bold.  Sonora forced herself not to rush; the time for haste would come later.  Pulling here, pushing there, somehow she began to piece the spellwork together, amazed that she had a grasp on the big picture.  She felt as though it hid inside her mind, waiting to be found.

Then, suddenly; in a flash of understanding she could neither repeat nor explain, Sonora knew.  She knew how the spell was formed; she knew of its intricacies and its deficiencies.  Calming herself so not to lose focus at such a critical moment, she found the most pliable thread in the spell and tugged gently, afraid that if it unraveled too quickly it could trap her own mind or steal Aleron’s forever.  Slowly she pulled, shielding herself from its outflows.  Sonora felt it coming apart, the other faults giving under the strain.  Several tense moments later, it collapsed, sending a small, cold shockwave across her.

Sonora opened her eyes and gasped.  She had done it!


Aleron’s eyes sparked with a glow she had not yet seen in him.  He immediately looked stronger and taller, and his face formed an almost ferocious expression.  He stood and took a deep breath; to Sonora it looked as if he had just come from a dark ocean into fresh air.  He no longer looked tired or feeble; in fact, he looked frightening.

“You have done well, Sonora.  You may not have come into your power the way most of us do, but I would say that you are a mage of equal standing with any of the students of the Kirin Tor,” his voice was gentle, but she could tell it was only for her.  She sensed that he felt frustration and bitterness bubbling within him; she hoped it did not overcome him.  “You are not done yet, young mage; we have a battle waiting to begin.”  And one in which I will relish the torment of each of these greedy warlocks, he added silently.
Sonora took a deep breath herself.  She was not sure she could handle this; she knew quite a few spells, to be sure.  But fighting her way out of this place would take quick thinking and a courage she felt far beyond her years.
“Are you ready?” he asked, looking back at her.  She stood, her heart pounding so loud it nearly deafened her.  Her head felt weak, as if her body was acting against her will.

“I am.”

Aleron’s eyes flashed, and he sent a barrage of swirling light sailing at the door before Sonora had steadied herself.  The bang as the door flew open sobered her, and her mind caught up with her body.  Things felt as though they were moving in slow motion, and the fear threatened to keep her from moving forward.  But there was Aleron, striding forward towards the surprised guards; she had no choice but to follow.

Before Sonora had reached the door, another flash passed from the elder mage’s fingers, and a sleepy orc stumbled back in surprise.  With another pass of his hand, a shocking glow originating within him passed outward, knocking both guards on their backs.  Aleron raised his hands again, but Sonora grabbed his wrist.

“We are not trying to obliterate them—we are trying to escape.”  Sonora was surprised when he narrowed his eyes at her, but he lowered his hands.
“These I will permit to live, but not to speak,” he replied coldly, casting a spell to silence them both for a while.  His young companion looked at him in stunned silence.  It is not her vendetta, he reminded himself; but I must see it through.

They climbed a narrow staircase, pausing to look into the room.  One warlock sat in the corner, snoring over a stack of scrolls.  The two mages entered the room and passed through it.  Aleron’s fingers itched to cast, but the slightest lift of his hand brought a chastising look from his younger counterpart.  She could have her way for now.

The next room was empty, and they passed through it without pausing.  Another staircase around the corner, and they came across a room full of beds, each with a figure above.  Aleron looked back at Sonora, and she nodded.  They would move slowly between the beds.  It shouldn’t be a problem to get to the other side of the room as long as all remained still.
They began their slow trek, taking note that the boards beneath their feet were kindly mute.  Four beds in, a dwarf rolled fitfully on their left, and they held their breath until he had calmed.  Continuing carefully, they made it to the last row.

Aleron anticipated the moment when the cloak and dagger approach would fail, and was not disappointed as footsteps sounded on the stairs ahead.  He felt Sonora freeze behind him, and his own blood run cold.

A goblin.  The sound was unmistakable, and it was followed by a familiar female voice—the hooded night elf that had lead the torturous events they had endured for weeks.   Anger welled up inside of Aleron, and he waited impatiently for them to descend.

The goblin, hopelessly lost in some complicated and greasy-sounding explanation, missed them altogether until the elf next to him gasped as a fireball whirled towards her head.  She ducked, but it was too late—it hit her with all the force intended by its creator, and she stumbled backwards for a moment before the searing pain of its three blindingly fast and successful followers burned her from within and the world went black forever.

UK fire

Sonora gasped; she had never seen anyone die like that before.  It was quick and terrible.  She looked at Aleron frightfully, but he was lost in the heat of the moment.

If she was shocked, it was nothing like the goblin’s surprise at having his customer blown away beside him, and he was decidedly louder about the disturbance.  “Intruders!  Attackers!  Help!” he shouted shrilly.

Bodies shot up out of their beds, their eyes foggy as they assessed the situation.  Panic set in as many screamed and ran.  But many more began to shoot dark spells of their own at the mages, and Aleron saw summoners beginning to channel.  The demons they could bring forth concerned even him, and he looked back at Sonora, already ducking a myriad of dangerous, swirling attacks.

“Run!” he yelled, grabbing her arm and pushing her in front of him.  “Go for the stairs!”  She complied, and he tried to follow, but the spells raining down on him caused him to change his mind.  He began to focus, throwing up a small shield to protect himself as he tried to channel his own attack quickly.  He hoped Sonora was already upstairs, because this spell would not differentiate between friend and foe.

Suddenly, it was as if he exploded.  Sonora, fighting through the panicked warlocks rushing to the scene, felt the reverberation through the floorboards and stopped.

Hot blue fire moved out from him in waves that knocked every person standing off of their feet.  A couple of weakened spellcasters died instantly; others were knocked out by the force of their head unexpectedly slamming into the ground.  He took a moment to appreciate the tormented screams of those whose flesh burned from his spell before turning and slowly fighting his way through the throngs of recovering warlocks.  Spells flew around him in wide arches, and he threw a few of his own into the chests of those who stood in his way.

Sonora, pausing to evaluate the explosion below, found herself being forcefully grabbed by a nearby assailant.  Thinking quickly, she hurled a ball of fire in his face, causing him to writhe in pain and slacken his grip just in time for Aleron to catch up to her.  “Go!” he shouted.

But they had waited too long.  A wall of warlocks poured in from every entrance.  Aleron’s spell had awakened what must be the entire building.
“We must find a way out!” Sonora yelled at him, ducking an oncoming attack.
“No!  I will stand here and die if that is what it takes!”  Spells began to come from every direction.  Sonora felt one graze her arm and grabbed the place where it burned; warm blood oozed through her fingertips, and she winced.
At the same time, Aleron felt an odd and familiar weakness passing through him. Turning, he found the source of his weakness: a fel hunter sinking its tethers into his shoulders.  He used a spell that released them for the moment, but he could sense more coming towards him.  He began to cast wildly in all directions, aiming somewhere in his mind to kill every one of these filthy magicians and their supernatural beasts.

Mid-cast, he suddenly felt jerked, as if pulled from the stomach.  He knew the feeling well; he was being teleported.  Sonora! He thought angrily as the world swirled around him.

Sonora's Port

He took a moment to look around, trying to temper his anger at the young draenei before speaking.  A small room, somewhere nearby.  This was not connected to the building they had left, Aleron could tell; but it was in the same area.  They were in a house, but whose he could not say.

“What were you thinking?” he whispered harshly to Sonora, who was still attempting to steady herself after that surprising decision.

“I could very well ask you the same question!” she replied in her own whispered irritation.  “Did you really think we could take on hundreds of warlocks ourselves?”

“Whether we could or not, we should have stayed and fought until the end.  I owe it—” he cut himself off.  Sonora chose not to press, and instead took a few quiet steps forward, looking around for herself.  Aleron reluctantly followed, still angry but not finding anyone he truly felt deserved his wrath.

Once in the hallway, Sonora peered in each of the rooms.  A smoldering fire smoked in a fireplace in front of an empty, luxurious-looking chair.  A room with a table—a table she recognized.  Sonora held back a gasp.

And then she heard a sharp inhale behind her, and saw Aleron looking into the bedroom in which Markus slept comfortably on a bed large enough to fit three of him.  Aleron moved silently towards Markus, his unsettling anger finding a release.  This man has taken my entire life away from me! he thought. How very easy it would be…

Aleron raised his hand, conjuring the spell that would at last avenge his daughter, but cold, hollow laughter interrupted his cast.  Markus turned to face them, quite at ease as he stood.

“For two of my toys, you have caused quite the ruckus,” he chuckled darkly. “Ah well, one should know to clean up their playthings when they are finished.  A mistake easily corrected.”

Aleron pushed Sonora through the door and followed.  The wood splintered behind them with the force of Markus’s spell.  “Go!” he shouted at Sonora, and she ran hard and fast, until she burst from the house into the moonless night, Aleron right behind her.

“I do like a chase,” Markus said, casually sauntering out to join them.  “But please believe me when I tell you this is a battle you cannot win.”

“The chase ends tonight, Markcus!” Aleron replied hotly.  Markus only laughed again, sending a dark bolt sailing in his direction.  The mage blocked the attack, but only just.

“You are willing to fight, but what about your little apprentice?  Have you taught her enough, Aleron?  Arcis was stronger than she, and still she was not strong enough to defeat me.”

“Do not touch her, Markus!  This is our battle alone.”

“Is it?  I was aware of no such restrictions,” he replied.  This time, the attack came whizzing towards Sonora, close enough to singe hairs.

“So, you like to play.  I enjoy a good game myself…shall we?”

Click here to go on to Part 7:  The Parting.

Leave a comment

Filed under Blogstuff

A Cord of Two Strands–Part 5

This is part 5 in a 7 part series. If you’re just joining us, you can start over at Part 1 or go to an index of all seven parts.


After breakfast the next morning, Sonora looked at him expectantly.  “What did you mean last night?”

“As I said then, I believe you might be the source of our escape,” Aleron replied, trying not to sound desperate.

“Surely you are not serious,” Sonora said in surprise.  “Aleron, I do not want you to lose hope, but I think you are mistaken.”

“Lose hope?” Aleron replied.  “I lost hope months ago, Sonora!  But this idea has a fair chance.  It will not be an easy route, but it might be the only one.”

“What is your idea, then?” Sonora asked, quelled by his earnestness but still dubious.

“They underestimate you, Sonora; and me.  They are imbuing you with the very powers they have sought so hard to keep me from using.  If I can teach you to use what you are being given, then perhaps we can use their arrogance against them.  I must warn you, though; it will be risky and painful.”

“What is it you ask of me?” Sonora asked, afraid of the answer.

“You must force yourself to stay alert and receptive during their spells.”

“That is beyond my control!” Sonora exclaimed.  “The pain is more intense than anything I have ever felt, and it consumes me.”

“You can keep it from taking over, Sonora; but it will take great strength and concentration.  They will continue to do this until they are satisfied regardless of whether or not you accept it; if they are going to put you in this pain anyway, use it against them!”  Sonora looked down at her hands, turning them over.  Just last night she had ignited straw; what would she be capable of in a week, or a month?

“I am not sure I want this ‘gift,’” she said softly.  Aleron placed his hand on her shoulder gently.

“It comes with great responsibility,” he admitted.  “It will most likely change your life, and I cannot promise it will be for the better.”  Aleron paused and sighed, struggling with the reality of their situation.  “But if you do not…”

“Then I may not have a life to change,” Sonora finished for him.


Over the next several weeks, the transfers continued.  Each time, Sonora felt as though her body would melt away from her.  Sometimes she felt as though she were close enough to touch death, but Aleron would look at her across the room, and it gave her strength.  She fought against it with a valiance few warriors could match, and the elder mage respected her for her tenacity in the face of such an overwhelming task.

At night, Aleron attempted to teach her things.  He started small, working with the straw until she could start a blaze to keep them warm and the room lit, and progressed to explaining the way magic worked together in its forms.  Things he could not risk her trying, he detailed for her in personal stories and experiences.  Sonora proved to be a dedicated student, and began to understand the nuances of what she held inside of her.

When she slept, she continued to dream things that did not fit; dreams of Aleron and the young girl.  She saw him teaching Arcis just as he now taught her, although without the urgency.  She saw discord in his marriage, and felt sorrow too old for her to fully appreciate.  She felt as though she were being told his most secret things behind his back, but couldn’t find a way to ask him.

aleron & wife

She stored these things away, and used them for motivation.  Aleron deserved her best, and though she could not replace his daughter, she would give to him as Arcis would have; willingly and wholeheartedly.


As they sat around their self-made fire one night discussing what she had learned, Aleron mulled over a new lesson—a difficult one to teach, but one extremely useful to them.  “Sonora, I have something new to teach you.  It is possible, sometimes, to see something that is going on outside of where you are.  It is not easy, and without a scrying orb, it will take significantly more effort, but I think you might at least be able to follow magical signatures with which you are already familiar.”

“Markus, you mean.”

“Yes; Markus.  It would be useful to know where he is when the time comes, and what he plans to do.  Close your eyes and focus.  Try to push through your eyes; try to push through these walls.  Look for something that feels familiar, that glows slightly.”

Sonora did as instructed, but she sat for a long time pushing against the blackness behind her eyelids.  Finally, in a moment that startled her so much she almost fell backwards, her sight pushed outwards.  It was moving, but it shook weakly.  She encouraged it on without much control of what she could see.  She did see a dull glow ahead, and tried to steer her sight there.  Thankfully, it seemed to be drawn towards the glow without much help.  The range was very limited, and she could only see a small circle of space; everything beyond was dark.

And then there was Markus.

She could only barely make him out in the small circle of her vision, and he seemed to be radiating a dark glow that gave her an uneasy feeling, like a nervous child spying on a parent.
She watched him, standing behind some kind of elaborate table.  Candles, daggers, and lots of things she didn’t recognize cluttered the surface.  He gestured grandly, and looked pleased; boastful, even.  She looked closely at Markus, feeling as though he could surely see her, although he seemed to take no notice.  A few words she could read on his lips, and they were, “magic, channel, nearly finished, and dispose.”  She thought of the way those could string together, and the thought made her stomach turn over.  Sonora lost focus and felt as though some invisible force pulled her sharply back; when it stopped, she toppled over before opening her eyes and looking up into Aleron’s curious face.

“You look terrified,” Aleron said bluntly.  Sonora related what she saw, and the look on Aleron’s face grew grim and cold as she told him about the words she read on Markus’s lips.

“I expected this,” he sighed, “just not so soon.”

“You knew they would decide to kill us?”

“I knew they already had.”  Sonora looked taken aback, but Aleron knew there was no time for emotion; this required action.  Their training would have to be cut short.  Cut short, he thought, pacing; Markus has a way of cutting things in my life short.

“What do we do now?”

Aleron stopped mid stride and turned.  “We escape.”

Click here to continue to Part 6:  One Way or Another.


Filed under Blogstuff

A Cord of Two Strands–Part 4

This is part 4 in a 7 part series. If you need to, you can start over at Part 1 or go to an index of all seven parts.


Sonora’s mind floated away from the room as images flashed dreamily before her eyes.  She saw herself when she was young, standing beside her father as he showed her the loom.  He said people were like threads in a tapestry, woven together by the Light; a cord of two strands being stronger than one.  Scenes from her childhood panned before her, and then tapered off into her young adulthood.  She had no plan for the future, like the others.  Maybe that’s why she had agreed to go to Stormwind…

Suddenly the flashes came quickly; Markus and the room and Aleron.  The images turned upside down, and Sonora felt as though she were falling into eternity.  Then she saw images that she did not recognize.  A beautiful human woman, with long brown hair, standing next to a fireplace, laughing.  A little girl, sitting on her father’s knee, blonde curls bouncing wildly as she giggled.  And a man, a young man—a young version of Aleron.

Then something darker, the girl was older, almost Sonora’s own age, she guessed.  She stood alone in the snow, looking scared but determined.  Sweat made the girl’s sandy hair dark with moisture, and fire formed on her fingertips repeatedly as she sent it flinging at a target Sonora couldn’t see.  She felt the need to hurry, to save the girl; but she couldn’t move.  She watched helplessly as something struck the girl, and she fell to the ground.

Sonora gasped, and the image faded into darkness.  Light began to register on her eyelids, but the world beyond felt distant and muffled.  She let reality settle on her slowly.

She felt a cold cloth on her head and muttered through her stiff lips.  “Sonora?” she heard, “Sonora, can you hear me?”  She tried to open her eyes, and they responded, but slowly.  They fluttered open, and Aleron’s concerned face filled her vision.

“There you are,” he said.  “You should try to sit up if you think you can.”  He held a cup to her lips and after a few sips of water, she felt a bit stronger.  Holding onto his arm, Sonora was able to pull herself up with a groan, quickly leaning back against the nearby wall.  She took a few moments to sit and look around, trying to make the spinning in her head stop.

As it settled, she remembered what had happened, and she looked over at Aleron, startled.  “Are you okay?” she asked, quickly followed by, “Am I okay?”

“I am fine,” he assured her.  “I believe you are, too; although that was no small test they put you through.  You have been unconscious most of the day.”

“I have never felt so much pain in my life,” she admitted.  “I felt like I was on fire.”

“I expected it would be painful,” he said, intentionally omitting his own fear about experience.  “How do you feel now?”

“Okay, but I feel strange.  I—I feel as though I am shaking on the inside,” she said, blushing slightly at how absurd it sounded.  Aleron studied her for a few moments, lost in thought.  Suddenly, he glanced furtively around the room, then finally looking down at the straw of the makeshift bed upon which they sat.  Plucking out a small handful, he looked again at the draenei.

“Hold out your hand,” he directed.  She held out her hand dutifully, and he placed the straw inside her palm.  “Close your eyes, and try to push that feeling out of you.”  At her puzzled expression, he prompted her again, “Go on.”

“I am too tired for games,” she replied.

“Try.  You must do this,” he said fiercely, the first real spark of life Sonora had seen shining in his eyes.  Prompted by the strength of his response, Sonora tried again.  Closing her eyes, she tried to turn her focus inside herself.  She felt the shaking, like a reverberation within her.  She pushed against it with her mind, and was shocked when it felt as though it were following her focus.  Doubling her efforts, she pushed against it further, forcing it into her outstretched arm.  The feeling was so intense, she knew her arm must be shaking wildly, but she continued until she felt as though a blast of it went through her fingers.  The vibration seemed to settle back into her body, although not as strongly.  “My hand is warm,” she noticed aloud.  She was surprised to hear Aleron chuckling.

“Open your eyes,” he instructed proudly.  She did, and was shocked to see the straw in her fingers smoldering, smoke curling up above her hand.  The straw was clearly burnt in places, like the first breaths of a fire had passed over it.

“What have I done?” she said in awe.

“You have proven that you might be our way out of here!”  He stood up, and Sonora saw him sway unsteadily for a moment.  “I will talk to you more about it tomorrow,” he said wearily.  “The encounter earlier has weakened me, as well—I must get some rest.”

He laid down in his small pile of straw, but found himself unable to fall asleep immediately.  If Sonora were strong enough to withstand it all, there might be hope yet.  Hope—something he had nearly forgotten.


“Concentrate,” a younger Aleron said.  “If you do not focus it will find a way out without you, and control is key.”

“I am concentrating,” the girl told him, her eyes closed.  The room stood completely silent, nothing but their collective breaths.  Aleron had chosen thisStormwind home for its small tower, and certainly appreciated it now.  A place where he—and now his daughter—could do their work away from prying eyes and the sensitivities of his wife downstairs.  He looked again at Arcis’s hand, shaking almost imperceptibly.  Suddenly, a small spark lit up the piece of dry wood she held in her hand.  It burned a hole straight through the middle before dying.

“I did it!”  Arcis exclaimed excitedly.

“Yes you did!” Aleron chuckled.  “That was wonderful.  Do you want to do it again?”

“Yes! I can do even better this time!”  Arcis took another piece of wood from the pile on the table.  This time she did not close her eyes.  He watched while her youthful face twisted in careful concentration.  He could sense power radiating from her, and watched her hand, daring not to breathe.  Less than a minute later, an orb of fire the size of a child’s toy erupted from the palm of Arcis’ hand.  The wood disappeared completely in the blaze before it vaporized, leaving no mark behind.  Aleron looked at his little girl in astonishment.  Most mages spent months or years trying to turn their first spark into a fireball, and here she had done it in the span of several minutes.

“That was amazing,” he said softly, pulling her close.  “You are amazing.  But I should not have expected less.”

“Can I do it again, Daddy?  Please? I need to practice a lot so I can stop using the starter.”

“Of course, Arcis.  You can burn all the wood in this house if it pleases you to do so,” he answered proudly.

Click here to go on to Part 5:  Becoming.


Filed under Blogstuff

A Cord of Two Strands–Part 3

This is part 3 in a 7 part series. If you need to, you can go back and start at Part 1 or go to the index of all seven parts.


That evening, as they sat together pushing the foul mixture around their plates, Sonora looked closely at him.  He looked unnaturally worn, though she guessed he was only middle aged.

“What is your name?” Sonora asked.

“They call me Ultraking, Highness, and Majesty,” he said, his face twisting at the words.  “They have quite a sense of humor.”

“I did not ask what they call you,” Sonora replied.  “I asked you for your name.”

He smiled bitterly at her.  “It has been a long while since someone called me by my name. It is Aleron.”

“I am Sonora.”  Silence made her nervous, so she said, “Tell me about yourself.”

Aleron blanched.  “There is not much to speak of,” he said shortly.  Sonora looked at him in surprise at his cold response, and he added gently, “I prefer not to talk about myself; why not tell me about yourself?”

Sonora explained about her father and her trip to Stormwind as she had to Markus.  Aleron listened with some interest, having not had anyone to talk to in a long while.  His mind wandered to a similar scene in a much different place.  A table next to a warm fire; a young girl chattering on about the Kirin Tor and friends and the future…

As she finished, Aleron sighed deeply.  “I think we should go to sleep,” he told her.  “There is no way to know what they plan for us tomorrow.  Goodnight, Sonora.  I wish we had met under better circumstances.”

“As do I, Aleron.  Good night.”

The next morning, they had barely gotten through breakfast when the door opened and the now familiar figures entered.  There were no comments, no taunts.  They were eerily silent, and Aleron and Sonora looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

In a few seconds, the guards outside their door joined the warlocks, and Aleron eyed them warily. “Come here.”  Neither moved.  The night elf glared from under her hood.  “This will be easier for you if you comply, but you will do as I ask regardless.”  Suddenly the two guards were at their sides, and in the next moment, held them tightly.

“Turn them so they face each other,” the night elf commanded.  The guards followed orders, and Aleron and Sonora looked at each other.  Aleron could see the terrified look in the draenei’s eyes, and tried to silently reassure her.

“Are you ready?” the warlock asked her short, hooded companion, who merely nodded.  “Then let us begin.”  The gnome stepped forward and began to channel some kind of spell on Sonora.

Some aspects of the spell Aleron recognized.  They are trying a direct siphoning! Aleron realized suddenly, knowing that it could lethally overwhelm the young draenei.  “Stop!” he shouted.

“Silence!” the night elf hissed, and the orc holding Aleron drew a sword and held it effectively against the human’s neck.

The gnome finished her spell.  Sonora felt strange, and the concern on Aleron’s face combined with his shout terrified her.  She watched as the night elf approached him and began to cast her own spell, and the black circle seemed to descend into Aleron’s body, causing him to twist and wrench painfully.

“Now!”  The gnome and night elf together began to chant, channeling what Aleron knew must be a complex matrix.  He wished he could trace it, examine it, find its flaws; but the unnatural power inside him made it impossible to focus.  And then the bands of light began to move out of him.  He groaned at the familiar and unpleasant soul-sucking feeling, and doubled over as it intensified.  Sonora gasped, but before she had time to consider Aleron’s fate, the full force of the magic struck her.  At first, it was like a small pang, but it grew and grew, radiating through her body.  She cried out fruitlessly as the burning sensation she felt increased ten fold, and she felt as though she would certainly burn from the inside out.  Her head began to throb, and then it felt as if her whole body was vibrating.  She completely lost herself in the pain, not seeing or hearing anything but the increasing sensations in her own body.

“No!” Aleron cried out, seeing Sonora wracked with pain.  I will not be the reason she dies! He fought against the darkness using him and tried to focus.  He closed his eyes, forcing himself to probe; to find the place within him from which the flow originated.  It took precious time.  He pushed onward, finally finding the end of the spell matrix; the thread that tied the two of them together.  With the last bit of energy he had, he tugged at it with his mind, whispering a counterspell and successfully unraveling it enough to break the flow.

He fell to his hands and knees, winded, and looked over at Sonora.  She flopped, completely lifeless in the guard’s arms.

“How dare you!” the night elf yelled.

“Never mind,” said her counterpart.  “I would still call this progress.”  The night elf nodded, but continued to stare furiously at the mage.

“Leave them.”  The guards dropped their victims like sacks of grain, and Sonora landed with an unceremonious thud.

Aleron crawled to the place Sonora lay.  “Sonora,” he said hoarsely.  “Sonora, can you hear me?”  He could see her shallow breaths, but she did not respond to him; did not even flinch.  “Not again!  Do not let this happen again!”  Aleron carried her to the makeshift bed, biting back against the sorrow he felt within him; she reminded him so much of another lifeless form…

Click here to go on to Part 4: Memory.

Leave a comment

Filed under Blogstuff