Sacrifice for the innocent

[Tillna]

Celcia stumbled along, crimson running down her chest.
She felt it.
The blood pooling in her lungs.
She felt it.
The air escaping her.
She felt it.
Her body hitting the ground.
She felt it.

Celcia took one last look up. It was an orc shaman. The one who had hurt Rohanithtraz that day. His armor was powerful. He was a high ranking officer...she could tell. But it didn't matter now. She was worried about her child. It was jsut starting to show, and she was allready dieing.

"Father...will be...upest with....me.."

She passed out.
Her head hit the cool wet grass.
She never felt it.

She awoke, in an inn, in South Shore. She leaned up, a hand to her head, then to her neck. There was a scar. Its long jagged edge over her throat. She looked over to a priest by her bed side. He was an old man, but looked powerful.

"............"

The priest stirred
"Oh...you are awake master druid. Are you ok?"

She had try to ask him what happened, but nothing came out. She found her voice was gone. She had an alarmed look on her face.

"I see...That damn Shaman almost had you...But some gnomish rogues dealt with the bugger. Tell me, what is your name?"

Celcia put her hands to her face, tears flowing. Her voice was gone.

"Oh...oh my...I do have good news...your child was not hurt. You are due any day now."

Celcia looked down, she was starting to show. She was able to smile.

"My Child will have a beutiful voice. It is my sacrifice for the innocence."

She turned over, and rested some more....

[Tillna]

She left later that day to head home
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After a day in Stormwind, Celcia new something was wrong. No shapeshifting, no voice, and she had been halucinating all day long.

Her lover, Rohan, had appeared as a member of the Forsaken. The kindly dwarf hunter, Yams, was nothing more then a skeleton. She had run away, blindly, finding friends here and there.

In the end, she had collapsed on the street. She awoke to Kurohane's voice. Her voice had been a welcome sound, reminding Celcia of Mother. In her fever, she thought that Kurohane was her mother.

Celcia Sighed, finding her self to make basic sounds, like sighing, whimpering and what not. She looked off the couch in the guild hall, then back down.

She let her head hit the pillow.
She felt it and slept.