Caede
06-03-2006, 11:35 PM
Caede sat in the medic tent in Chillwind Camp, an Argent Dawn medic holding out the Princess’s arm and gently removing a bandage around her forearm. In a corner of the tent that was engulfed in shadows sat a rogue by the name of Hattori. Caede winced in pain as the medic peeled the bandage free from the cut in her right arm, her hands balled up into fists. The medic applied antiseptic and some anti-venom, Caede bit down on her lower lip and tears welled in her eyes. Hattori sat un-movingly, his glowing eyes watching her carefully from under his Bloodfang hood.
“Does it hurt,” he asked cautiously.
Caede nodded, a few tears falling, “Yes. It hurts oh so very much.”
“I told you to be careful.”
“I’m sorry.”
He smiled from behind the mask covering his face, simply shaking his head as the medic continued to treat the deep wound. Very carefully, the medic pushed the skin around the cut together and deftly wrapped a tight bandage about it. Caede looked away, her hair tumbling over her shoulder. The rogue stood slowly, walking over to her and stood facing her. He gently brushed away the fallen tears from Caede’s face, and her glowing eyes opened and gazed at him. She smiled lightly, a true smile that was so rare that one was a gift.
The medic sharply tightened the bandage causing a grimace to claw over Caede’s face, wiping the smile clean. Tucking in ends and making sure that the bandage would not come undone, the medic finished his work and released Caede’s arm. She quickly drew it away, her eyes examining the Runecloth bandages that covered from around her hand up to her elbow.
Offering his hand, Hattori assisted Caede to her feet. Once standing, she stumbled and started to head to the ground before Hattori caught her and pulled her close. She gazed into his eyes, blushing at the man that was her height. She closed her eyes and rested her head gently on his shoulder, her right hand resting on his opposite shoulder.
How long had she lived without purpose? Long enough, she smiled to herself. Hattori’s arms tightened around her and she relaxed comfortably against him. He was now her purpose to live, to exist on a world that was submerged in war. She met him and stopped questioning the past. The saying ‘Let the dead rest’ seemed to be posted everywhere concerning her past, and if she was truly supposed to be dead… Then, well, let it rest.
She gently pulled away from Hattori, standing on her feet and smiling at him. He nodded and gently turned her to the exit of the tent, softly nudging her in the right direction. She took an uneasy step then walked tall out of the tent. The sun was bright and made her quickly bring a hand up to shield her eyes from the brightness of the sun. Hattori walked out behind her, bowing his head to have his hood shield his eyes. She walked over to the gryphon master, carefully pulling her glove over the bandage before mounting a gryphon and flying to Ironforge to bid farewells to Hattori then onto Stormwind where she would bury the past forever.
Walking to the Moonwell in Stormwind, Caede stood at the edge, looking down into it with her hair framing her face. In her hands she held a sheaf of papers, her finger nails digging into the soft parchment. Carefully, she wrapped the papers in felcloth, kneeling down before the glowing water.
“So this it,” she said softly to herself, “I don’t want to be concerned about this anymore. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to know. Cenarius, I know you hear me. I don’t want to know whatever hell was my past. All I care for is the now and future, let demons eat whatever past that concerns me.”
Caede pushes the paper and felcloth into the Moonwell, the waters washing over and purifying the felcloth and dissolving the parchment into nothingness. Slowly she pulled the new piece of mooncloth from the moonwell, wringing out the water and looking into the glowing waters once more.
“I don’t care, Cenarius. Do you hear me? I don’t care. I want to live, not to be confined.”
The princess stood, looking into the water for a moment more before turning on her heel and walking up the grass path away from the past and into the future.
~*~*~*~*~
Caede. Wake up. You're dreaming again. You're going to see the truth, you know. Do you want the truth? Can you stand it?
The druidic princess shifted in her bed, still quite asleep.
Wake up princess. Wake up.
Her eyes remained closed, her breath slow as it should while she slept. She shifted slightly again, rolling onto her stomach and burring her face into the pillow.
Very well. Let your past be known.
Images flooded her mind. Images of pain, of sorrow, happiness, and lonliness. The images stopped, and she last saw a forsaken with hate behind their eyes holding a dagger above her bare chest.
Quickly, she pushed herself up off the bed, panting with panic. Tears began to fall from her eyes into the pillows below her.
"I...I...I'm dead..."
I told you.
“Does it hurt,” he asked cautiously.
Caede nodded, a few tears falling, “Yes. It hurts oh so very much.”
“I told you to be careful.”
“I’m sorry.”
He smiled from behind the mask covering his face, simply shaking his head as the medic continued to treat the deep wound. Very carefully, the medic pushed the skin around the cut together and deftly wrapped a tight bandage about it. Caede looked away, her hair tumbling over her shoulder. The rogue stood slowly, walking over to her and stood facing her. He gently brushed away the fallen tears from Caede’s face, and her glowing eyes opened and gazed at him. She smiled lightly, a true smile that was so rare that one was a gift.
The medic sharply tightened the bandage causing a grimace to claw over Caede’s face, wiping the smile clean. Tucking in ends and making sure that the bandage would not come undone, the medic finished his work and released Caede’s arm. She quickly drew it away, her eyes examining the Runecloth bandages that covered from around her hand up to her elbow.
Offering his hand, Hattori assisted Caede to her feet. Once standing, she stumbled and started to head to the ground before Hattori caught her and pulled her close. She gazed into his eyes, blushing at the man that was her height. She closed her eyes and rested her head gently on his shoulder, her right hand resting on his opposite shoulder.
How long had she lived without purpose? Long enough, she smiled to herself. Hattori’s arms tightened around her and she relaxed comfortably against him. He was now her purpose to live, to exist on a world that was submerged in war. She met him and stopped questioning the past. The saying ‘Let the dead rest’ seemed to be posted everywhere concerning her past, and if she was truly supposed to be dead… Then, well, let it rest.
She gently pulled away from Hattori, standing on her feet and smiling at him. He nodded and gently turned her to the exit of the tent, softly nudging her in the right direction. She took an uneasy step then walked tall out of the tent. The sun was bright and made her quickly bring a hand up to shield her eyes from the brightness of the sun. Hattori walked out behind her, bowing his head to have his hood shield his eyes. She walked over to the gryphon master, carefully pulling her glove over the bandage before mounting a gryphon and flying to Ironforge to bid farewells to Hattori then onto Stormwind where she would bury the past forever.
Walking to the Moonwell in Stormwind, Caede stood at the edge, looking down into it with her hair framing her face. In her hands she held a sheaf of papers, her finger nails digging into the soft parchment. Carefully, she wrapped the papers in felcloth, kneeling down before the glowing water.
“So this it,” she said softly to herself, “I don’t want to be concerned about this anymore. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to know. Cenarius, I know you hear me. I don’t want to know whatever hell was my past. All I care for is the now and future, let demons eat whatever past that concerns me.”
Caede pushes the paper and felcloth into the Moonwell, the waters washing over and purifying the felcloth and dissolving the parchment into nothingness. Slowly she pulled the new piece of mooncloth from the moonwell, wringing out the water and looking into the glowing waters once more.
“I don’t care, Cenarius. Do you hear me? I don’t care. I want to live, not to be confined.”
The princess stood, looking into the water for a moment more before turning on her heel and walking up the grass path away from the past and into the future.
~*~*~*~*~
Caede. Wake up. You're dreaming again. You're going to see the truth, you know. Do you want the truth? Can you stand it?
The druidic princess shifted in her bed, still quite asleep.
Wake up princess. Wake up.
Her eyes remained closed, her breath slow as it should while she slept. She shifted slightly again, rolling onto her stomach and burring her face into the pillow.
Very well. Let your past be known.
Images flooded her mind. Images of pain, of sorrow, happiness, and lonliness. The images stopped, and she last saw a forsaken with hate behind their eyes holding a dagger above her bare chest.
Quickly, she pushed herself up off the bed, panting with panic. Tears began to fall from her eyes into the pillows below her.
"I...I...I'm dead..."
I told you.