Faelen
01-30-2008, 01:34 AM
((This is a short story called "Waking Memories", in which stars my alt Vesker Darkspeak, 'flaming troll mage' and fashion designer extraordinaire! I'm going to give a heads up that there is some PG-13-ish content, though brief and not described, only mentioned as it was necessary to understand the characters complexity, which this short story shows. Please feel free to comment and let me know what you think, I'm not the best writer any more, but this was a story I was compelled to write.... enjoy. :) ))
Waking Memories
Written by: Faelen
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Vesker woke to find himself upon a cold, stone floor. Throbbing with pain, he slowly rose from the ground, eyes adjusting, unable to focus for a minute or two. After eventually gaining balance once more, he glanced around at what he could identify as a small corner of the Undercity. ‘But how could I have gotten here..?’
And then Vesker remembered.
The firm, unforgiving hand upon him, forcing him into submission… that seemingly harmless face staring at him in such a rage, a passion… a desire that the troll that had stood above him, Zurashi, had wished to sate. Vesker could not get these memories out of his head now, tormenting him to no end. Patches of dried blood were still upon his hands and knees, which were seen through tattered pants, the only thing he was able to obtain before opening a portal to anywhere else but where he had been, to get away from his captor. He had arrived at the Undercity, a fairly safe location, and the nearest he could have mustered a portal to in his weakened state.
The troll mage let out a deep sigh, which would soon lead to the slow falling of tears down his face, knowing that all of his life he had been waiting to find someone to be with, one of his own kind, and sex… and in the end, to be forced into it, to do what he did not want to do with a troll that he did not care for, one that only cared about what he himself wanted… Vesker’s heart had been broken, his spirit shattered. He began to cry even more, in pity and fear. The memory replayed itself over and over in his mind, causing Vesker to lean forward slowly, and then back, cradling himself. After a moment of tears and regret he glanced to his side, finding a slightly tattered note addressed to himself. Staring at it a moment, he picked it up with a shaking hand and read the contents.
“Please speak to me, Vesker. When you wake up, please… I think I understand now. Please just give me a chance.”
This note left by the troll who had had his way with him angered Vesker, glancing at the words as both fury and curiosity flew through his mind. The troll had seemed apologetic afterwards, which had allowed the mage to escape… though how could he trust this possibility of regret from the troll who had done this to him? Vesker soon would toss the note up into the air, letting a surge of anger-fueled magic engulf the paper in flames, disintegrating ashes drifting to the ground below. His fist would find the ground with resistance, punching the solid stone as he cried out in pain and sorrow.
“Why!?!? Why, why, why?!?!!??”
::Stop.::
White. Warmth. Everything around him was bathed in pure light.
::Who are ya?::
The Light spoke with certainty, and power. ::I am here to help you.::
The voice seemed to pity Vesker, surrounding him with a warmth and tenderness unlike anything else he had ever felt… though he knew it was magic, he was not sure why it had come at this time.
::You have been scarred beyond your own means of control, Vesker Darkspear. I am your inner flame, and spirit… and have come to your aid. Take my hand… and though the path I will have you walk may be uncomfortable, it is necessary… to heal your mind.::
The mage would extend his hand as if he had been a small child requested to come play outside, and as soon as that ethereal arm reached the trolls own, he was suddenly in Orgrimmar, the orphanage in which he grew up. Every one seemed to be going about their business, apparently not being able to see the troll mage standing near them. He felt the same warmth of the Light as he had in that place of brightness, so he felt safe. He slowly walked toward the open door of the building he had grown up in, knowing well the location, though he had not been there in some time.
“’Ey, give it back!” He heard the voice of a young troll as he saw an orc run out through the door, holding onto what appeared to be a troll doll. Soon he would see a younger troll, shorter and far thinner than the orc run through the door as well, after him. Tears ran down Vesker’s face as the doll was thrown into the small lake nearby, the orc who had taken it running up the hill and away from where the young troll now stood. He watched as the orphan slowly walked into the water, reaching for the doll and taking hold of it slowly, lifting it out of the water. He would shake it lightly, attempting to get the soaking water out of the figure before he clutched it to his chest in earnest.
“Motheh… Fatheh… Ay’ be so alone…”
Purity. An ocean of warmth cascaded through the open air as Vesker seemed to hover in the nothingness of the Light. A hand went to wipe the tear from his eye, though they remained closed.
::Vesker Darkspear… you have been alone all of your life. And you have many lessons yet to learn, and yet to teach. We have decided that you forget what has occurred… so that you may be properly shielded, and heal. Although you will remember eventually… you will then be ready to face what you fear…::
The Light seemed to shimmer then, almost as if it was conveying a smile.
::Are you ready?::
The splash of water consumed him, no air to fill his lungs as water slipped into his mouth; eyes going wide open as he flailed in panic, he attempted to swim for what seemed to be the surface. Quickly rising out of the water and into the open air, he began to cough deeply as he gasped for breath, swimming over to the shore as shivered at the bitter cold of the Tirisfal Glades surrounding him. Standing nearby, also apparently having only just come from the water, was Zurashi. Although he would normally recognize Zurashi instantly, the Light inside of him had intervened, and for the time being, had wiped any memory of what Zurashi had done from his mind. Glancing at him in partial familiarity, he waved to him.
“Ey’ der, mon! What jus’ happened..?”
The troll shadowpriest glanced at him in partial confusion, though walked slowly over to Vesker as he would drape his arms around the near-sky clad mage, save for his tattered pair of trousers. “Ay followed ya ‘er, ya seemed out o’ sorts… couldn’t get through ta ya’s… ya seemed mad, angreh. Ay’ be sorreh, Vesker… Ay’ be understandin’ if ya canno’ forgive meh, but ay’ want to tell ya ay’ be sorreh...” The troll seemed to be out of breath as well, although more as if he had been running, not just swimming. Vesker gave him an odd look.
“Sorry… fo’ wat? If ya means meh bein’ undeh wateh, ay’ need ta be thankin’ ya for savin’ meh!”
Another puzzled look crossed Zurashi’s mind, though with a slight twinkle of hope in his eyes, somehow, the shadowpriest realized, he had been granted a second chance. The firm grip upon Vesker was noted, and as the two help each other, in coldness, soaking wet, in the middle of Tirisfal Glades at the late hours of the light… they soon looked into each others eyes, and a bond triggered that had not been there before. Zurashi was the first to smile, though Vesker was the first to cry, and as soon as they had embraced into a tender kiss, Vesker’s exhaustion finally got the best of him as he drifted off to sleep in the arms of another. There was only one thought that crossed the mage’s mind.
::I’m finally not alone…::
Waking Memories
Written by: Faelen
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Vesker woke to find himself upon a cold, stone floor. Throbbing with pain, he slowly rose from the ground, eyes adjusting, unable to focus for a minute or two. After eventually gaining balance once more, he glanced around at what he could identify as a small corner of the Undercity. ‘But how could I have gotten here..?’
And then Vesker remembered.
The firm, unforgiving hand upon him, forcing him into submission… that seemingly harmless face staring at him in such a rage, a passion… a desire that the troll that had stood above him, Zurashi, had wished to sate. Vesker could not get these memories out of his head now, tormenting him to no end. Patches of dried blood were still upon his hands and knees, which were seen through tattered pants, the only thing he was able to obtain before opening a portal to anywhere else but where he had been, to get away from his captor. He had arrived at the Undercity, a fairly safe location, and the nearest he could have mustered a portal to in his weakened state.
The troll mage let out a deep sigh, which would soon lead to the slow falling of tears down his face, knowing that all of his life he had been waiting to find someone to be with, one of his own kind, and sex… and in the end, to be forced into it, to do what he did not want to do with a troll that he did not care for, one that only cared about what he himself wanted… Vesker’s heart had been broken, his spirit shattered. He began to cry even more, in pity and fear. The memory replayed itself over and over in his mind, causing Vesker to lean forward slowly, and then back, cradling himself. After a moment of tears and regret he glanced to his side, finding a slightly tattered note addressed to himself. Staring at it a moment, he picked it up with a shaking hand and read the contents.
“Please speak to me, Vesker. When you wake up, please… I think I understand now. Please just give me a chance.”
This note left by the troll who had had his way with him angered Vesker, glancing at the words as both fury and curiosity flew through his mind. The troll had seemed apologetic afterwards, which had allowed the mage to escape… though how could he trust this possibility of regret from the troll who had done this to him? Vesker soon would toss the note up into the air, letting a surge of anger-fueled magic engulf the paper in flames, disintegrating ashes drifting to the ground below. His fist would find the ground with resistance, punching the solid stone as he cried out in pain and sorrow.
“Why!?!? Why, why, why?!?!!??”
::Stop.::
White. Warmth. Everything around him was bathed in pure light.
::Who are ya?::
The Light spoke with certainty, and power. ::I am here to help you.::
The voice seemed to pity Vesker, surrounding him with a warmth and tenderness unlike anything else he had ever felt… though he knew it was magic, he was not sure why it had come at this time.
::You have been scarred beyond your own means of control, Vesker Darkspear. I am your inner flame, and spirit… and have come to your aid. Take my hand… and though the path I will have you walk may be uncomfortable, it is necessary… to heal your mind.::
The mage would extend his hand as if he had been a small child requested to come play outside, and as soon as that ethereal arm reached the trolls own, he was suddenly in Orgrimmar, the orphanage in which he grew up. Every one seemed to be going about their business, apparently not being able to see the troll mage standing near them. He felt the same warmth of the Light as he had in that place of brightness, so he felt safe. He slowly walked toward the open door of the building he had grown up in, knowing well the location, though he had not been there in some time.
“’Ey, give it back!” He heard the voice of a young troll as he saw an orc run out through the door, holding onto what appeared to be a troll doll. Soon he would see a younger troll, shorter and far thinner than the orc run through the door as well, after him. Tears ran down Vesker’s face as the doll was thrown into the small lake nearby, the orc who had taken it running up the hill and away from where the young troll now stood. He watched as the orphan slowly walked into the water, reaching for the doll and taking hold of it slowly, lifting it out of the water. He would shake it lightly, attempting to get the soaking water out of the figure before he clutched it to his chest in earnest.
“Motheh… Fatheh… Ay’ be so alone…”
Purity. An ocean of warmth cascaded through the open air as Vesker seemed to hover in the nothingness of the Light. A hand went to wipe the tear from his eye, though they remained closed.
::Vesker Darkspear… you have been alone all of your life. And you have many lessons yet to learn, and yet to teach. We have decided that you forget what has occurred… so that you may be properly shielded, and heal. Although you will remember eventually… you will then be ready to face what you fear…::
The Light seemed to shimmer then, almost as if it was conveying a smile.
::Are you ready?::
The splash of water consumed him, no air to fill his lungs as water slipped into his mouth; eyes going wide open as he flailed in panic, he attempted to swim for what seemed to be the surface. Quickly rising out of the water and into the open air, he began to cough deeply as he gasped for breath, swimming over to the shore as shivered at the bitter cold of the Tirisfal Glades surrounding him. Standing nearby, also apparently having only just come from the water, was Zurashi. Although he would normally recognize Zurashi instantly, the Light inside of him had intervened, and for the time being, had wiped any memory of what Zurashi had done from his mind. Glancing at him in partial familiarity, he waved to him.
“Ey’ der, mon! What jus’ happened..?”
The troll shadowpriest glanced at him in partial confusion, though walked slowly over to Vesker as he would drape his arms around the near-sky clad mage, save for his tattered pair of trousers. “Ay followed ya ‘er, ya seemed out o’ sorts… couldn’t get through ta ya’s… ya seemed mad, angreh. Ay’ be sorreh, Vesker… Ay’ be understandin’ if ya canno’ forgive meh, but ay’ want to tell ya ay’ be sorreh...” The troll seemed to be out of breath as well, although more as if he had been running, not just swimming. Vesker gave him an odd look.
“Sorry… fo’ wat? If ya means meh bein’ undeh wateh, ay’ need ta be thankin’ ya for savin’ meh!”
Another puzzled look crossed Zurashi’s mind, though with a slight twinkle of hope in his eyes, somehow, the shadowpriest realized, he had been granted a second chance. The firm grip upon Vesker was noted, and as the two help each other, in coldness, soaking wet, in the middle of Tirisfal Glades at the late hours of the light… they soon looked into each others eyes, and a bond triggered that had not been there before. Zurashi was the first to smile, though Vesker was the first to cry, and as soon as they had embraced into a tender kiss, Vesker’s exhaustion finally got the best of him as he drifted off to sleep in the arms of another. There was only one thought that crossed the mage’s mind.
::I’m finally not alone…::