Llucia
06-10-2006, 10:48 PM
The blue glow of magic fades from Llucia as she steps forward into Moonglade. She takes in a deep breath, as she always did, savoring the smell of the area. What better area to study the new books she had acquired in. A silly grin spreads across her lips as she walks lightly down a trail, seeing everything in a new light.
“He loves me. And I just know my father would have approved.”
The druid skips every so often, turning the corner of a building and heading up to a small, secluded island, not noticing the large Night Elf on her path.
“Just what could You have to be happy about? Find another book, did we?”
Llucia stops dead in her tracks. She looks up into the glowing eyes of a man she had been trying to avoid for a very long time. A white wolf sat lazily at his side, but she knew it was most likely watching her every move. She knew all too well what that wolf was capable of. She slowly moves her eyes up, meeting the other elf’s.
“Out with it girl. Have you somehow forgotten what it was you did?” The man’s voice was as cold and menacing as she remembered. He had not always been like that. At least, not since her father had died.
He stands with his arms folded, staring down at her, the warmth and welcome he once gave her was long gone.
“Uncle, I…” the druid stammers, unsure if it would be wise to drag Barke into this.
“It’s not like he would care about my life anymore anyways. Why tell him anything?”
The druid’s uncle takes a step forward, the white wolf following behind. The animal pads silently along, its stare almost as cold as its master’s. Llucia backs up slowly, watching both. The man suddenly seized her throat, pushing her back to a wall, holding her up off her feet.
“Did you forget your role in my brother’s death? Your own father, slaughtered because you demanded on traveling to Quel’Thalas to see your whorish mother. You would help the enemy rather than your own people. Your own Real family,” the man growled, the wolf right along with him.
Tears started to fall down Llucia’s face as she tried to pry his hand from her neck. She glances helplessly back and forth, searching for a guard. Oddly, none are in sight.
“It wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t!”
“It wasn’t…” the druid choked on her words as the edge of her vision turned black.
“It Was your fault! You cannot deny it you foolish child! I should have killed you that day. And I have no reason not to kill you now.”
Llucia sobbed openly, hoping someone would hear. The blackness threatened to overtake her.
“Fight me!” The man taunted. “You have always been a helpless, little girl, never capable of fighting back. Foolishly neglecting your feral nature. You are unfit to be called a druid! Strike me!”
Rage built up in the druid quickly, but Llucia forced it away. She would not yet be overcome with that power that would change her very nature. “Please, uncle…” Llucia cries, pleading with the man. The wolf leaps up on its hind legs, planting its forepaws against the wall. It snarls menacingly at her, baring its teeth. She never liked that wolf. The druid summons enough strength within her to begin casting a spell, putting the wolf to sleep.
Her uncle looks down at his pet, releasing his grip somewhat on Llucia.
“Release him,” he says quietly, though threat lingered in his voice.
“Release me,” the druid whispers, on the verge of unconsciousness.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”
Llucia looks at the man sadly. She closes her eyes, laughing in spite of herself.
“I am the reason my father died, I helped the Blood Elves. Is there a reason other than selfishness?”
The druid opens her eyes finally, her uncle glaring angrily at her.
“I doubt you care, but there is someone I can make happy. He loves me, Uncle, and he knows what I am. Please, release me so I can go back to him.” She sighs. “I can’t go back and save my father. If I could I…” Llucia hesitates for a split second. “I would.”
“I wouldn’t. I would still fight for the Blood Elves. I would still betray everyone for my mother. This is wrong, isn’t it?”
The man slowly releases her, dropping her to the ground. Llucia falls to her knees, choking in air.
“Release him now.”
Llucia complies with his command, freeing the wolf from its slumber. It yawns, showing its large fangs to Llucia and returns to its master’s side. The man watched the druid for a few silent moments. Her struggle for breath became easier; however, he hauled her back up to her feet by the collar of her robe and leaned in close, whispering in her ear.
“If I ever see you again, don’t expect pity, my dear niece. If we do meet again, I hope for your sake this man you spoke of is with you. A coward will always be a coward, Llucia. You are living proof of that.”
The man lets go of her collar, and slaps the back of his hand across her cheek, causing Llucia to cry out in pain. Blood slowly leaks from the corner of her mouth as the man walks off, his faithful wolf trailing him. She slumps to the ground, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“I hate him so much! I am not a coward!”
Llucia struggled within herself. Could her actions have been cowardice? She shakes her head angrily and stands slowly, steadying herself against the wall.
“How could I have known they would attack Hyjal? I had no part in his death. It just Happened.”
Part of her blamed herself, though. Her uncle’s insistence that it was her fault did not help matters. Llucia slowly turned the corner of the building, watching her uncle and that white wolf walk off. She knew he would kill her someday. Perhaps she could find someone willing to help her channel her rage into something useful. Llucia shakes her head, causing her world to move without her. For now there was only one person she wanted to see. At least he had not judged her. Yet. Though he still did not know it all.
Llucia sighs sadly, wiping the blood from her lip as she makes her way slowly into the building. Wardens started to file in from the sides, now covering the edges of the small island. The druid glares at them and curses them for all their usefulness. Llucia takes a seat at a nearby table, tearing out a blank page from her journal and writes out a short letter, taking care her writing stayed neat, even though her hands shook profusely.
After getting it sent, the druid made her way out to the meeting place she specified, rubbing her sore cheek that now seemed to be turning a darker color. She waited patiently for his arrival.
“He loves me. And I just know my father would have approved.”
The druid skips every so often, turning the corner of a building and heading up to a small, secluded island, not noticing the large Night Elf on her path.
“Just what could You have to be happy about? Find another book, did we?”
Llucia stops dead in her tracks. She looks up into the glowing eyes of a man she had been trying to avoid for a very long time. A white wolf sat lazily at his side, but she knew it was most likely watching her every move. She knew all too well what that wolf was capable of. She slowly moves her eyes up, meeting the other elf’s.
“Out with it girl. Have you somehow forgotten what it was you did?” The man’s voice was as cold and menacing as she remembered. He had not always been like that. At least, not since her father had died.
He stands with his arms folded, staring down at her, the warmth and welcome he once gave her was long gone.
“Uncle, I…” the druid stammers, unsure if it would be wise to drag Barke into this.
“It’s not like he would care about my life anymore anyways. Why tell him anything?”
The druid’s uncle takes a step forward, the white wolf following behind. The animal pads silently along, its stare almost as cold as its master’s. Llucia backs up slowly, watching both. The man suddenly seized her throat, pushing her back to a wall, holding her up off her feet.
“Did you forget your role in my brother’s death? Your own father, slaughtered because you demanded on traveling to Quel’Thalas to see your whorish mother. You would help the enemy rather than your own people. Your own Real family,” the man growled, the wolf right along with him.
Tears started to fall down Llucia’s face as she tried to pry his hand from her neck. She glances helplessly back and forth, searching for a guard. Oddly, none are in sight.
“It wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t!”
“It wasn’t…” the druid choked on her words as the edge of her vision turned black.
“It Was your fault! You cannot deny it you foolish child! I should have killed you that day. And I have no reason not to kill you now.”
Llucia sobbed openly, hoping someone would hear. The blackness threatened to overtake her.
“Fight me!” The man taunted. “You have always been a helpless, little girl, never capable of fighting back. Foolishly neglecting your feral nature. You are unfit to be called a druid! Strike me!”
Rage built up in the druid quickly, but Llucia forced it away. She would not yet be overcome with that power that would change her very nature. “Please, uncle…” Llucia cries, pleading with the man. The wolf leaps up on its hind legs, planting its forepaws against the wall. It snarls menacingly at her, baring its teeth. She never liked that wolf. The druid summons enough strength within her to begin casting a spell, putting the wolf to sleep.
Her uncle looks down at his pet, releasing his grip somewhat on Llucia.
“Release him,” he says quietly, though threat lingered in his voice.
“Release me,” the druid whispers, on the verge of unconsciousness.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”
Llucia looks at the man sadly. She closes her eyes, laughing in spite of herself.
“I am the reason my father died, I helped the Blood Elves. Is there a reason other than selfishness?”
The druid opens her eyes finally, her uncle glaring angrily at her.
“I doubt you care, but there is someone I can make happy. He loves me, Uncle, and he knows what I am. Please, release me so I can go back to him.” She sighs. “I can’t go back and save my father. If I could I…” Llucia hesitates for a split second. “I would.”
“I wouldn’t. I would still fight for the Blood Elves. I would still betray everyone for my mother. This is wrong, isn’t it?”
The man slowly releases her, dropping her to the ground. Llucia falls to her knees, choking in air.
“Release him now.”
Llucia complies with his command, freeing the wolf from its slumber. It yawns, showing its large fangs to Llucia and returns to its master’s side. The man watched the druid for a few silent moments. Her struggle for breath became easier; however, he hauled her back up to her feet by the collar of her robe and leaned in close, whispering in her ear.
“If I ever see you again, don’t expect pity, my dear niece. If we do meet again, I hope for your sake this man you spoke of is with you. A coward will always be a coward, Llucia. You are living proof of that.”
The man lets go of her collar, and slaps the back of his hand across her cheek, causing Llucia to cry out in pain. Blood slowly leaks from the corner of her mouth as the man walks off, his faithful wolf trailing him. She slumps to the ground, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“I hate him so much! I am not a coward!”
Llucia struggled within herself. Could her actions have been cowardice? She shakes her head angrily and stands slowly, steadying herself against the wall.
“How could I have known they would attack Hyjal? I had no part in his death. It just Happened.”
Part of her blamed herself, though. Her uncle’s insistence that it was her fault did not help matters. Llucia slowly turned the corner of the building, watching her uncle and that white wolf walk off. She knew he would kill her someday. Perhaps she could find someone willing to help her channel her rage into something useful. Llucia shakes her head, causing her world to move without her. For now there was only one person she wanted to see. At least he had not judged her. Yet. Though he still did not know it all.
Llucia sighs sadly, wiping the blood from her lip as she makes her way slowly into the building. Wardens started to file in from the sides, now covering the edges of the small island. The druid glares at them and curses them for all their usefulness. Llucia takes a seat at a nearby table, tearing out a blank page from her journal and writes out a short letter, taking care her writing stayed neat, even though her hands shook profusely.
After getting it sent, the druid made her way out to the meeting place she specified, rubbing her sore cheek that now seemed to be turning a darker color. She waited patiently for his arrival.