The Fall of Gilneas
Chapter 20: A New Journey Awaits
“Naomi!” a familiar, welcoming, and friendly voice sang. Daniel? My eyes fluttered open. Daniel’s smiling visage lay beside me. “You’re awake,” he added.
I couldn’t believe my eyes; I could feel tears of joy gathering. “You’re here! You’re alive!” I exclaimed. I threw my arms around him, lost in my disbelief. “By the Light. I’ve missed you so much!” I nearly sobbed.
“I’ve missed you, too, Love,” he responded. “But…I’m afraid I’m not quite alive,” Daniel commented.
I separated from him and my joyous smile faded “What?” I asked, incredulously. I sat up and looked around. There was nothing around us; nothing but warm light. I couldn’t even make out the dimensions of whatever we were sitting on. “Where are we? Am I…dead?”
He gave me a strange smile. “Not quite, Love. But it was close…close enough for us to be able to talk for a spell. And then, when you’re ready, it’ll be time to go back to Azeroth. There are people waiting for you,” he explained. “And I’ll go back to keeping my eye on you from here.”
“How am I still alive?” I wondered. I was so badly beaten…and that hunk of metal; that had to have punctured something important.
“There are people down there who refuse to give up on you,” he responded vaguely. “Just trust me on this…I know.”
“So…where are we?”
“We’re in the presence of the Light, which has chosen to bestow on us the gift of this meeting.”
I became aware of my snout between my eyes as I thought about what he was saying. I looked down at my fur-covered body. “I’m…still a worgen…”
“If you read my letter, you know that I don’t care about that,” he soothed. “But…if you want, you can change.”
I was already in the process of transforming back into a human as he talked. It was strangely effortless. “I…I don’t get it,” I stated in confusion. It was usually harder than that.
“We’re souls, Love. And yours is equal part human and worgen now. You are both, so your soul can appear as whichever you choose,” he informed me.
“How do you know that?”
“Being dead, you learn things,” he shrugged. That was an unsatisfactory response, but I dropped it…he reminded me of a very somber fact.
I stared at him with mournful eyes. “I’m…I’m sorry I couldn’t save you,” I apologized quietly.
He reached forward and ran his hand through my hair. “You have nothing to apologize for, my love. There was nothing you could have done to save me and my death was in no way your fault,” he assured me calmly.
“But if only I’d…”
“If only you’d what? There. Was. Nothing. You. Could. Do,” he scolded playfully. “So stop blaming yourself and get rid of all of that guilt.”
I averted my eyes. “Sorry,” I muttered. “I swear to you, I’ll avenge you. I’ll make the Forsaken pay,” I vowed.
He chuckled a little to himself. “I knew you’d say that, Poppet. But I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything!”
“Don’t be in any hurry to return to Gilneas and don’t go out of your way to go after Sylvanas,” he told me.
“But…”
“Live your life. I knew a long time ago that you would do great things. Don’t throw that away pursuing the Forsaken.”
“But…”
“You’ve always wanted to go on an adventure and see the world. Here’s your chance. Go out there and see what mysteries Azeroth holds. Help people, make friends…fall in love,” he continued.
“But what about you?”
“Nothing would make me happier than to watch you being happy,” Daniel told me tenderly. “You’re so young. You should have so much of your life left. There will come a day when the pain you’re feeling now will be a memory. I don’t want you to stop thinking of me, but I don’t want you to think only of me.”
I stared into his eyes and tried to think about something to say. “I’ll…I’ll try,” I finally responded. It was weird hearing him tell me to move on, but it helped. It helped having the chance to know what he wanted from me – what his last wishes were for me.
We locked in a warm embrace and Daniel kissed me passionately. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. For all I cared, this moment could last for the rest of eternity.
“Naomi?” I heard a voice call somewhere in the distance.
Daniel pressed his forehead gently against mine. “It’s time for you to go,” he announced.
I shook my head. “No…I want to stay here a little longer,” I denied obstinately.
“Naomi, please wake up!” the voice resounded again. I knew it was Gwen.
“It’s time,” he repeated. He kissed me again. “I’m so proud of you. I love you so very much, Naomi Malmin. Trust in that and know that I will be watching you forever.”
Tears accumulated in my eyes. I longed to linger here – to stay with him. But somehow I knew I couldn’t. My stubbornness would do nothing. “I love you, too, Daniel. And I always will.”
“We’ll see each other again…some day long from now. Until then, goodbye, my Love.”
“Goodbye, Daniel. I won’t forget you as long as I live.”
With that, the Light consumed us and Daniel disappeared from view. I could still feel him, his presence wrapped around me like a perpetual embrace. I closed my eyes, feeling my lost love’s spirit warming mine, confident that when I opened my eyes, I would be back. I knew what he said was true.
It was time to wake up.
***
My eyes snapped open and I could see two figures standing over me, but their features were obscured by the light of the sun in the clear sky above them. I knew the one on the left had to be Gwen. I recognized her silhouette. The other, I thought was my father, at first. I mean, who else would it be? But I quickly realized I was very, very wrong. Whoever this was above me, it had to be an elf and most likely a woman. If this one turned out to be my father, I would have some serious concerns about the state of my eyes.
I tried to sit up, but a surge of pain jolted through my stomach and I grunted. “Stay still,” a calm, deep female voice commanded. That had to be the elf. But her voice was somewhat different from the others that I had talked to, so it was a new one. Who is she? Why is she standing over me?
“You’re alive!” Gwen exclaimed ecstatically. She looked like she was going to fall forward to hug me.
“Don’t move her,” the night elf warned suddenly. “Not while the fragment is still in her.” After she added that, I realized something; my body wasn’t in pain – not really. Sure I still felt discomfort and there was the momentary pain when I moved, but it wasn’t anything like before.
“What…what happened?” I asked weakly.
“We got out,” Gwen told me. “We’re on a ship and we’re leaving Gilneas behind us.”
“How long…was I out?” I recalled my little meeting with Daniel and my heart skipped a beat.
“About an hour. If you could stand, you could still see our country behind us,” she mentioned. “I thought you were going to die.”
“So did I.”
“We have to remove the shard of metal,” the night elf cut in. She looked over at Gwen. “I need you to pull it out on my command. I’ll stop the bleeding and seal the wound.” The elf looked back to me; though her features were obscured by shadows, her eyes shined down at me. “This will not feel pleasant. Please try to remain calm,” she advised.
“She’ll be fine. Nothing’s managed to kill her yet,” Gwen pointed out.
I rested my head on the deck of the ship and stared at the sky. “I’m ready.”
I could feel the two people moving over me. There was a twinge of pain as Gwen’s fingers brushed against the metal fragment. After a moment, I heard the elf give the signal and I braced myself. I groaned and nearly howled in pain as Gwen forcibly ripped the shard out of me. But that feeling was quickly replaced with a numb warmth. Out of the corner of my eye, there was a bright, golden light.
After a short time, it was all over. “That should do for now. You’ll probably feel some discomfort. Give me a few days and there shouldn’t even be any scarring,” the elf assured me.
“Who are you?” I questioned.
She moved to the side and the sunlight washed over her face. She had a very friendly, youthful visage. There were tattoos of leaves around her eyes. This elf had short, light-blue hair. “My name is Luna Lightsong, a Priestess of the Kal’dorei,” she introduced. “Ishnu-alah, Naomi Malmin. I have heard much about you.”
“A pleasure,” I responded.
“She’s an amazing healer, especially compared to me,” Gwen commented. “She stitched you up in a matter of minutes…didn’t even break a sweat.”
“I…I want to sit up,” I stated. Gwen helped prop me up and basically dragged me over to the side of the ship so I could sit against it.
I got a better look of Luna as she stood up. She was wearing an ornate robe that was blue, gold, and white. It was open around the belly, showing off a shapely midriff. Her shoulder-pads were huge and had a glowing orb embedded in each. As she stood, she retrieved a long, golden staff from the ground. There was a red gem floating within the head of the staff that sparkled magnificently. She walked over to me.
“Thank you for helping me,” I stated earnestly.
She smiled. “Never you mention it. It is my pleasure to help a soul in need,” she replied. “I imagine you your friend will want to talk. We have a long voyage ahead of us. If you would be amiable to it, I would enjoy a chance to speak with you.”
“I think that would be the least I could do,” I responded. I have to try to think of a way to repay her for her kindness.
“Until then, ande’thoras-ethil,” Luna commented with a nod. She wandered away and left me with Gwen.
I watched her leave and then gazed around the ship. There were several people walking around – a few night elves and groups of Gilneans. My eyes darted from face to face. “Where’s my dad?” I asked Gwen.
“He’s on another ship. Most of the people were loaded up and ready to evacuate before we took down the airship,” Gwen informed me. “I heard he wasn’t happy about that; but, in the end, the king was more persuasive.”
“He argued with the king?” I laughed. I couldn’t picture it, but it was somewhat fun to think about it. “Does he know I’m alive?”
“I’m sure he does,” Gwen shrugged. We were silent for a moment, just sitting next to each other and staring off into the distance. “We made it out,” Gwen finally stated thoughtfully. “Naomi…we made it out,” she repeated, sounding almost confused.
“We did,” I responded with a nod. I laid my hand on my side. Beneath the fur, I could feel a bump – all that was left over from the final escape. I wondered if Luna could really get rid of the scar.
“I’m really sorry that Daniel didn’t make it,” Gwen stated empathically, leaning her head on my shoulder.
I let out a long sigh. “So am I,” I responded. I tried to think about my last little mystical conversation with him in peace; however, the awful sounds of screaming entered my mind. I had a flashback of being pinned down inside the house while Daniel and the others were melted by the Plague. I closed my eyes and shook my head. No…don’t remember that…remember him…remember his smile, damn it. After a few deep breaths, I was able to push it out of my mind – for now – and think about him. But not before tears welled up in my eyes. “At least I still have you, Love,” I responded, able to muster up some hopefulness in my voice.
“If you ever need anything or want to talk…”
“I know…thank you,” I sighed. I leaned my head back against the ship and stared up at the sky, watching the sparse clouds float by and feeling the warm sun bearing down on my thick fur. We were alive. It was going to be hard for a while, but I was sure I’d make it through, especially if Gwen stuck with me. “We made it,” I echoed.
Gwen nuzzled in closer to me with her eyes closed. “Yeah…”
I don’t know how long we stayed like that. I just stared into the sky, playing through the last week in my head. If anyone else had told me this story, I would have thought they were foxed…or outright lying. I even had a hard time believing that we’d done all of those things.
Gwen’s breathing became steady and quiet. I looked down at her and realized she’d fallen asleep. I couldn’t blame her; today had been beyond insane. A large yawn escaped from my mouth. My entire body was exhausted. It didn’t hurt, per se, any more…just tired. That night elf was pretty amazing.
I glanced back down at Gwen. I wonder if she’ll ever be able to heal that easily. I hoped she wouldn’t have to practice on me too often to work on it. I knew I had to cut her some slack; after all, like she said, she’s only nineteen. By the Light, we’re only nineteen. Maybe if I trained, I’d get as good as Lord Crowley one day. My mind was jumping around aimlessly and I quickly became aware of the encroaching fatigue. I took after Gwen’s example, closed my eyes, and easily slipped into sleep.
***
I awoke relatively peacefully, Gwen still leaning against me. The sun was starting to dip beneath the western horizon and the sky was a brilliant orange hue. I started to move, wondering how to get past Gwen without waking her. She groaned as I stirred and then let out a massive yawn. “That was a good nap,” she commented as she stretched out, nearly elbowing me in the snout. She hopped up onto her paws and arched her back. “I need to stretch my legs. Think you have the strength to stand?” she invited, offering me her hand.
I took stock of my body. The nap had done me well, though I still felt pretty tired, physically. But I was sure I could manage walking. I nodded and took her hand. With a yank, she hoisted me up. I took a couple of awkward steps as I forced my muscles to remember what walking felt like.
Gwen placed her hand on my shoulder, gently providing some support. “So, I haven’t had a chance to really scope out these elven ships. Why don’t we explore a bit?” she commented.
“Might as well,” I shrugged. I wonder where Luna is. If we see her, I should thank her again. I also wondered what it was that she wanted to talk about.
Together, we walked to the bow of the ship. As we passed by, groups of Gilneans would give us approving nods or other acknowledgements. On one occasion, someone stepped in front of us and started thanking us profusely for fighting for our country. It was a nice little confidence boost to hear their praise. I felt like one of them again.
We reached the bow and gazed out at the ocean beyond the confines of the ship. All around us there were other craft like this one. From here, I could elves, humans, and worgen walking about the decks of the other ships. Thank the Light we were able to save so many. I wonder what ship my father’s on. We turned and surveyed the ship we were on. It was long and flat with the exception of an elevated platform where the captain stood by the helm. Beneath this platform was a door that I assumed would lead down into the belly of the ship. I mostly assumed there had to be more to the ship since Luna was nowhere in sight.
Gwen and I made our way back across to the other end of the ship. My legs were doing well holding me up and moving me along. We passed beneath the mast and sails; I could hear the fabric rustling as a strong wind blew us westward. It was all so peaceful and – for once – I didn’t have this sinking feeling that it was just the calm before the storm.
“So what are we going to do when we get…wherever we’re going?” Gwen asked as we walked.
“I have no idea,” I shrugged. Where are we going, anyway? “I’m sure we’ll find some way to get by.” That was one thing I was sure of. After everything that had happened on Gilneas, I was confident there would be work for Gwen and me. I thought of what Daniel had requested of me: to go on an adventure; help people.
Gwen didn’t say anything after that. I wondered what she was thinking of. What would she think about going on an adventure and seeing more of the world? Or did Gilneas drain her of her adventurous spirit? If I was being totally honest with myself, I wasn’t too keen to get into any more conflict any time soon, but I was wholeheartedly curious of the mysteries that Azeroth held.
We eventually reached the stairs leading up to the helm. We elected not to go up there and disturb the captain and navigator. Instead, we made our way towards the door between the stairs. It opened with the slightest push and led into a small room with a set of ramps on either side leading further down into the ship back the direction we had come.
Gwen and I ventured down the ramp to find a wide chamber. Beautiful lanterns glowed along the wall, casting a pale light reminiscent of the moon’s glow across the room. There were some tables set up in the middle of the room and what looked like bedrolls and barrels stacked against the wall. There were some people down here – mostly Gilneans. I guessed most of the elves preferred to spend their time outside.
A bright sparkling light caught my eye in the far corner and I identified it as the glow from Luna’s staff. Sure enough, she was sitting alone across the room with her back to us.
“Come on,” I stated, nodding forward towards Luna.
Gwen didn’t protest and followed me. We crossed the room quickly, weaving easily between the tables. I came to realize that this ship didn’t sway much on sea; it was so easy to move around. Is it the design? Or did the elves have some sort of enchantment? I blinked a couple of times and pushed the question from my mind. Before long, we were beside Luna.
“Miss Luna,” I greeted. “Would you mind if we sat with you?”
She gazed up at us with her glowing eyes and smiled. “I would welcome the company,” she responded, beckoning to the open seats across the table from her. “Before you sit, why don’t you grab a bite to eat? I am sure you must be hungry after today’s ordeal,” she offered.
As if on cue, my stomach growled ravenously. Not that I could blame it; only a few short hours earlier, there had been a big hole in it. I was sure Gwen was as hungry as I was. Luna informed us where to go for food. There was a goblet in front of her that she occasionally sipped at. Gwen and I went to retrieve a plate of salted meat and a large hunk of bread. Someone had opened a barrel of wine, so we each filled goblets and brought them back with us and sat across from Luna.
“Oh, and it’s just Luna, by the way,” she mentioned as we settled in. “I’m not as big on formalities as some of my kin. How are you feeling? Does everything feel like it is in the right place?” she questioned curiously.
I nodded. “My gut’s a little sore, but I’ve felt much worse,” I assured her. “I wanted to thank you again for what you did to help me,” I stated gratefully before picking up the slab of meat and unceremoniously ripping a chunk off with my sharp teeth. When I realized what I had done, I placed my hand in front of my mouth and looked away. “I’m sorry; that was rude.” My cheeks burned.
Luna laughed – a deep chuckle. “You’ve obviously never dined with a dwarf,” she commented. “Compared to that, your manners are impeccable.” I still felt pretty mortified, though. She took a drink from her goblet and then gracefully looked away so that I could take another bite. Gwen did not seem nearly as embarrassed as I was and munched greedily on her food.
We ate in silence, for the most part. “So, earlier, you mentioned you wanted to speak with me?” I inquired.
“Yes. I was hoping you could tell me your tale,” Luna responded with a nod.
“My tale?”
“I’d heard rumors of what transpired on Gilneas, but I wanted to hear the full story. That is, if you’re willing to tell it,” she elaborated.
I looked down at the table. Am I ready to talk about it? I couldn’t deny that it was constantly on my mind, but I didn’t know if I was ready to put it all into words. But she was so helpful. I owe it to her, don’t I? I knew that I would have to talk about it eventually.
“Why do you want to know?” Gwen blurted out. I kicked her. She leaned close and whispered, “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. You shouldn’t have to go through it again.”
“I didn’t mean to intrude. I simply enjoy these types of tales,” Luna responded. With ears like those, did she hear what Gwen said to me? “Of course, I understand how painful it can be to talk about at times, so I will not press the issue.”
I cleared my throat. “It’s a long story and not one that I think I would be able to tell all of tonight,” I mentioned. “Before I start, though…would you mind if I asked you a little bit about yourself?”
“Ask away.”
“Well, I guess that was my question. You carry yourself a little differently from some of the others of your race that I’ve met,” I pointed out.
“Ah, well…yes, I suppose these robes and all would probably make me stand out. For several years, I was an adventurer. I had met several companions and we journeyed together throughout Azeroth, helping wherever help was needed.” Luna let out a long sigh. “We had many exciting adventures, some of which you may be familiar with.”
“Oh?”
“Well, we were part of the forces sent into Blackwing Lair to fight the black dragon, Nefarian. Had you heard about that?” I shook my head. “How about the campaign to put the Old God, C’thun back to sleep beneath the sands of Ahn’Qiraj?”
“I think I saw something mentioned about that in one of my books,” I responded. I’m so dumb.
“Well, it is possible our deeds were not as well-known as I was led to believe,” Luna laughed, though I could pick up on a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“No…it’s just that we weren’t taught much about the outside world,” I claimed. “All I had were some books my father brought me from his trading voyages. So, it’s probably more my ignorance than anything,” I assured her, hopeful to restore what confidence I may have hit with my responses. “What happened to your companions?”
She looked away for a moment, despondently. “Around the time of the second opening of the Dark Portal, things changed. Some of were slain in the campaign into the Outlands. Others just…disappeared. It was never the same and those of us that were left decided it would be best to disband our group. I’m sure there are still a few of them left out there, but I have not seen or heard from them in years,” she explained. Though her voice maintained the calm intonation typical of her race, I could hear pain in it.
“What have you been doing since then?” I inquired curiously.
“I have mostly been traveling on my own, drifting from country to country and offering my services as a healer to those that required such assistance. It was by happenstance that I was in my homeland when the call went out to send aid to Gilneas,” Luna replied. “That, or the Grace of Elune,” she added with a mysterious smirk.
That sounds like such a lonely existence. At least I had Gwen with me throughout the last week. I wondered if she ever connected with any of the people she came across in her travels. But that was not really any of my business. “How about we make a deal? I’ll tell you my story if you tell me more of yours. I don’t really know anything about those conflicts you mentioned, but I’d like to. I want to know about the world,” I proposed hopefully. I can bear it. I was sure of that, and this might help me figure things out.
“Are you sure?” Gwen checked cautiously.
“It’ll be fine. And come on; what else are we going to do while we’re on this ship?” I pointed out before turning my attention back to Luna. “What do you say?”
“It is a deal.”
I spent the rest of the night starting to recount my account of the attack on Gilneas. I decided to start with the beginning, when the worgen first attacked and I became infected. Of course, I tried to avoid mentioning Daniel as much as possible. Each time I came close, my nose and eyes began to sting and I had to take a moment before continuing. I knew Gwen noticed. I wondered if Luna did, but she didn’t ask. By the time I got to the final stand at Light’s Dawn and the curse took hold, I was having trouble keeping my eyes open.
Luna instructed us to grab a bed roll and mentioned we could set it up on the upper deck. She didn’t look too tired, herself. “Until tomorrow, Elune-adorei,” she wished us as we turned to leave. We bade her good night and marched across the room and up the ramp.
Gwen and I found an empty section of the deck and rolled the cushioned cloth out. I glanced over a moment later to discover that Gwen had shamelessly stripped down to nothing but her fur. Shaking my head, I went about removing some of the excess armor pieces; unlike her, I was unwilling to remove the breastplate. Luckily, I was wearing underwear beneath the plate pants, so I was able to remove those.
The night air was cool, but I was fairly warm; the fur helped with that. I laid out on top of the mat and stared up at the stars the shimmered in the sky above us. Part of me still couldn’t believe we had made it. I couldn’t believe that there wasn’t something potentially waiting to kill me in the night. It was also my first night without Daniel in the last week. The first of many… I let out a long, drawn-out, aggravated sigh. Why does my brain keep going back there?
I didn’t stay awake for much longer. My brain was fighting it, continually reminding me of what I’d lost. But, in the end, my body’s exhaustion won out and I slipped into a peaceful slumber to the rhythm of the gentle rocking of the ship.
***
Throughout the next few days, Gwen and I spent most of our waking hours with Luna. Each day, she worked some of her magic on my belly and the scar dwindled. It took me the better part of two days to completely retell the events of the last week. Gwen chimed in from time to time, particularly when she noticed I was having a difficult time avoiding mention of Daniel.
Some days were easier than others, but I had periods where I couldn’t stop myself crying. During these times, Luna would very gracefully excuse herself and allow Gwen to console me in peace. But then, once I had collected myself, we tracked down Luna again to continue our conversations.
True to our agreement, Luna began telling us stories of her own adventures once I had finished telling her mine. She had led a fascinating life so far. She described – in amazing detail – when she and her past companions fought their way through the Blackwing Lair and Molten Core, both hidden deep in Blackrock Mountain. She entertained us by recounting the war against the Quiraji guarding C’thun in the ancient temple in southern Silithus. These were places I had only seen mentioned in books or on maps of Azeroth. It was mystifying and almost allowed me to forget all of my lingering sorrow.
As the voyage continued, I began to feel antsy. I asked where we were headed, wracking my brain for the location of the night elf homeland. Luna would only smile and told me to be patient. It became more and more difficult, but at least Luna had a seemingly endless supply of interesting stories to tell from her travels.
After what must have been at least a week – I honestly lost count of the days – land came into view just southwest of us. It was the continent of Kalimdor and our fleet of transports was sailing over the northern tip. What’s on the northwestern side of the continent? I wished I had studied the maps more. There was some sort of large island – I thought – off the coast. It stood out in my mind because of how strangely it was drawn on the map – with little tendrils shooting out of it in all directions. Maybe I would figure out why if that was where we were headed.
My attention was drawn to the rocks and high cliffs that seemed to speed by south of us as we sailed further west. They wall-like mountains shot up into the sky. What’s on the other side of the cliffs? I tried to visualize what the landscape might be like. Gwen and I leaned out over the bannister in awe while Luna stood by, regaling us with another story. I was trying to listen, but my thoughts kept distracting me. Eventually, the cliffs began to descend. I started to see trees peeking over the edge of the rocks.
“Are we getting close?” I asked, somewhat impatiently. We had been on this ship for so long. I needed to get out and move around. I needed to plant my paws on something different than wood. “We must be getting close to the shore.”
“We’re not going to the mainland,” Luna answered.
“What?”
“We’re going…there.”
I glanced at her face; she was staring off ahead of the ship and I followed her gaze. My jaw dropped and hung open. Off in the distance was a massive, dark pillar. And by massive, I meant truly gargantuan. Even from this distance, I estimated it had to be at least a hundred miles wide. Whatever it was, it shot into the sky and disappeared into the clouds. “Wh-what is that?” I stammered.
“Teldrassil,” Luna responded matter-of-factly. “The Crown of the Earth.” That had to be the ‘island’ that I remembered from the maps.
“But…what is it?” Gwen repeated.
“Many years ago, when the Burning Legion attacked Nordrassil, the Crown of the Heavens…the World Tree, we Kal’dorei decided to expend Nordrassil’s power to kill the demon commander, Archimonde. In doing so, we lost our immortality. So, the druids banded together to try to create a new World Tree. Teldrassil never bestowed the gifts of its predecessor, but it has proven a peaceful and resilient home for us.”
“That’s…a tree?” I blurted out incredulously. I didn’t know what I thought it could be, but I would have never guessed it was a tree.
“Indeed it is.” Luna proceeded to explain more about it. It was fascinating and my excitement rose as we approached Teldrassil. The closer we get, the more I could tell it was, in fact, an absolutely massive tree. Roots wider than the Light’s Dawn Cathedral jutted out of the side and plummeted into the sea.
“Is there an island under it?” I asked.
“Not exactly. There is a small village at the base of Teldrassil, but our destination is at the top,” Luna explained.
“But how?”
“Now, I don’t want to spoil all of the surprises, now do I?”
I had trouble staying still as we approached our destination. When we were only a mile or so away, I craned my neck to stare up the side of the tree. I can’t even see the crown. How high up does it go? Where are the leaves? I wondered how wide the branches shot out. Something like that…it could cover half a continent! It’d been years since I was so irrationally excited about something; I felt like a child again. I can’t wait to tell… And with that, I brought myself back down.
There was a small patch of land at the base of the tree. Well, small compared to the tree itself. When it came down to it, it would have been a fairly sizeable island. There were docks leading to a series of funny-looking buildings. The architecture mimics that of the ships with lots of arches made of dark wood. Some of the larger buildings were not completely enclosed; but rather they had entire walls missing, exposing the interior to the weather. The night elves really had a thing for open structures. I also noticed that they seemed to prefer using ramps instead of stairs when possible.
I could see elves moving around between the buildings – a regular town filled with regular inhabitants. These elves were not adorned in any armor, but rather wore simple but elegant clothing and gowns. It was all so peaceful, especially compared to what I was used to back in Gilneas. It all just looked so…safe.
There were only a couple of open docks, so the ships had to move in one-by-one to unload the passengers. We were middle-of-the-pack at best. I my excitement returned at the prospects of finally being able to make port. I couldn’t wait to see my father again and let him know I was okay.
After what felt like forever, it was our ship’s turn to pull into the dock. I had no idea where the other ships were headed; but at this point, I didn’t really care. Gwen and I gently pushed our way to the front. I made sure to clutch my sword close to me; it was the one thing I had left to remind me of Daniel and I was not going to lose it in the crowd.
As soon as the edge of the ship came into jumping range of the dock, Gwen and I leapt off, landing easily on the wood below. We walked briskly along the deck towards the village. I could see groups of Gilneans wandering further in, possibly trying to figure out where they should go. They were moving slowly, but they seemed to have some sense of direction.
My eyes darted around, looking for my father. He has to be here somewhere! Did something happen to him on the other ship? They would have told me, right? My heart was starting to pound inside my chest.
“Naomi!” his familiar voice called. My ears shot up excitedly the moment I heard it. I turned towards the source and found him running over to me from across the dock. He nearly slammed into me as he wrapped his arms around me. “Thank the Light. They told me you had been injured. I was so worried about you!”
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just hugged him back. “I’m okay,” I finally responded. It felt like an enormous pressure had lifted off my shoulders. I’m okay. The realization hadn’t yet ceased to bring me a sense of calm. “Where’s Mayor Armstead?” I asked curiously. I guess I assumed she would have been with him.
“Gwen has already headed into the city with the King,” he responded. For a moment, I looked over at my Gwen before recalling that it was also Lady Armstead’s first name. “I told her I would wait here for you.”
“It sure was a long trip, wasn’t it?”
“I’ve been on worse, but given the circumstance, it felt much longer. You’ll have to tell me what happened back at Keel Harbor.”
“I’m sure it will make for quite the heroic tale,” another familiar voice mentioned. Krennan walked up beside us, staring up at the monstrous tree. “So this is it…our new home. I’m not sure if I’ll ever feel like I truly have a home again,” he mentioned distantly. My ears fell. Now that he mentions it… He shook his head. “I’m sorry. We mustn’t be unappreciative of what the night elves have offered us. Their race is not one to throw out idle welcomes to just anyone.” I thought about Luna. She was pretty welcoming, but she did have her ways that set her apart from her kin. But, the others weren’t…unhelpful. “It is a true testament to faith and generosity that they’ve taken us in,” he declared with approval. “I hear they’re preparing something special for us.”
“Something special? Like what?” I wondered aloud.
“You should ask King Greymane that. I believe he and the Mayor headed into the city proper,” Krennan advised.
I looked around. That was the second time I had heard them refer to a city, but this didn’t really fit the description. Luna said the destination was at the top. “And how do we get there?”
“I could escort you,” Luna offered, finally walking up behind us. “I was going to offer earlier but you disembarked so quickly.”
We accepted and followed her up the road. My mind was running wild, trying to figure out just how we were going to get where we were going. Were they going to put us on another one of those hippogryphs? I wasn’t sure I would be able to stand that, especially with how high we would have to go.
At the top of the hill, there was a strange formation of roots creating a sort of canopy. Beneath it was a strange pinkish mist that glowed, casting an entrancing light on the underside of the roots and the ground. Luna turned around as we approached. “All you need to do is walk through,” she explained. “Welcome, friends, to the city of Darnassus.” With that, Luna stepped into the canopy and her body disappeared immediately upon entering the enigmatic, luminescent cloud.
I glanced at Gwen and my father. “Shall we?” They agreed. I hope this doesn’t hurt. After a deep breath, I closed my eyes and stepped forward into the mist. Warmth washed over me for a moment and a loud noise – similar to a violent gust of wind – momentarily deafened me. Then, there was relative silence. I could feel a gentle breeze caressing my fur.
“Whoa!” I gasped as I opened my eyes. The city before me was glorious. There were beautiful buildings everywhere, carved out of dark wood with ornate designs and arches like I’ve seen with the other night elf structures. Trees shot up all around – though, I suppose they’re really just branches, aren’t they? Buildings were carved directly into some of the bigger ones, with spiraling ramps winding up their sides.
We stood on a small island and a calm stream ran all around us and snaked throughout the city. Shimmering stone bridges connected the pieces of land and were covered by beautiful, white-stone gazebos.
In the distance, off to the right of us, was a magnificent temple made of the same white stone as the bridges and gazeebos. It towered over the rest of the city and was easily the size of an entire district of Gilneas city, if not larger. The top of the temple was a giant dome made of pale-blue glass, from the looks of it.
Straight ahead of us was a large, bulbous tree…branch…thing. Luna marched across the bridge towards it and then drifted off down the trail to the left. As we followed and circled around it, I got a good view of the rest of the city. There was a massive, beautiful, white bridge that lead straight to an awe-inspiring gate in the distance. The masterfully etched pillars and arches were astounding to behold. Tall buildings rose in the distance and I could see light from lanterns shining through the windows. I had never seen such a beautiful and perfect blend of nature and craftsmanship in my life.
I happened to turn towards the thick branch-tree we were walking around – taking in the sights – and then stopped. I blinked a couple of times to ensure I was seeing correctly. The tree had grown – or was shaped by some other hand – into the form of a large bear. Large, stone lanterns hung from it, casting a comforting glow all around. At the base of the tree was what looked like some kind of commerce center or vault.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped. “There will be time to see the city,” Luna assured me. “But, for now, I wish to reunite you with your people.”
I nodded and fell in behind her. “This place is…” I started at a whisper as I walked beside Gwen.
“Phenomenal,” she concluded in the same wondrous tone. I could only imagine how she felt about this city as a druid.
We stepped onto one of the bridges. I couldn’t help but notice how smooth the stone felt on my paws, compared to the uneven cobblestone roads I was used to. Everything about this place is so…pleasant. I could hear the whispers of the stream beneath the bridge and an immense sense of peace washed over me. I felt alive and – dare I say – content.
As we stepped down from the bridge on the other side, we came across a large gathering of particularly sizeable tree-houses. Gwen stopped and stared at them. I called to Luna and turned to check on Gwen. What’s gotten into her? She looked absolutely entranced. I followed her gaze; the buildings were very neat and unique, but there was nothing particularly fascinating about it compared to everything else around us. A short, animated tree marched past us, its wooden face set ahead as if ignoring us. My eyes followed it for a moment. That’s so much more interesting than these houses. What’s gotten into Gwen?
“What is it?” I wondered. Again, I followed her eyes. They were fixated on the entry-way to the centermost building, leading inside the giant, hollowed-out tree.
Gwen cocked her head to the side. “I feel something…something…” she mentioned before trailing off. Luna walked up to us. “Luna…what is this place? I can feel…power,” she commented.
“This is the Cenarion Enclave, where the druidic order of the Kal’dorei congregate,” Luna explained matter-of-factly. “It is of no surprise you can feel the natural energy that flows from there.”
“Would they…teach me?” she inquired, eyes still focused on the door. I thought back to when I had taunted her about inability to raise the trees back before the assault on the airship. I hope she doesn’t feel like I was seriously belittling her.
“I am sure they would,” Luna replied. “But you will not find them there now. They are further on ahead. Shall we?” she urged again.
“I reckon the king will want to talk to you two,” my father pointed out, somewhat impatiently. “I think it would be best not to keep him waiting.”
Giving Gwen a little tug, I managed to get her to step away from there. “Hey, Luna. Do you know anywhere I might be able to get a little bit of weapon training?” I asked as we walked past that area.
“The Warrior’s Terrace sits at the base of the gate to Darnassus. There would surely be someone there who could help you refine your technique,” she explained.
“Thank you; I’ll have to check it later.” We continued walking past more of the elven structures and tree-buildings for quite some time. This city was huge! Finally, we came to a relatively empty section of city. It was a wide, open field with a single tree in the center. There was a large crowd gathered around the tree. That’s where Luna was leading us.
I couldn’t help but notice the tree seemed to be glowing. And growing larger. As it grew in size, it began to resemble something oddly familiar: Tal’doren. A mystical waterfall began to pour down the side, creating a sparkling mote that turned into a stream leading into the river that weaved through the city. Close to the base of the tree was a circle of robed night elves. They seemed to be chanting something and holding out glowing hands towards the tree.
Luna brought us to the group of waiting Gilneans, all whose awe-struck faces mirrored my own. “This is where I leave you,” Luna announced. “It was a pleasure, Naomi Malmin and Gwen Forrestier, to have had the opportunity to trade adventures with you. May Elune allow our paths to cross again.”
I blinked a few times as my mind processed what she had said. “You’re leaving?” I asked in disappointment.
“Indeed. I intend to return to my journey, but I need to gather some supplies before the next ship leaves for Darkshore tonight,” she explained. After another short exchange, Luna excused herself and glided away.
Light, please let us see her again. I hoped my silent prayer would be answered. She was a truly interesting elf.
“What’s all of this, then?” I heard my father ask, staring at the tree.
“I’m not too sure,” I replied, gazing throughout the crowd. I caught side of King Greymane. He was standing beside the queen and Princess Tess. It was then I realized that I had not seen either of them since Greymane Manor. Had they been kept away from the battle?
As I thought about the battle, I surveyed the crowd again. The number of Gilneans left had to only be in the thousands now, and most of them were worgen now. It would be hard for the country to continue on with so few people.
I tried to push that from my mind and moved through the crowd, Gwen and my father following behind me. I marched up to the royal family and bowed with respect.
King Greymane smiled at me, though I could see sorrow set firmly on his aging face. “Light be praised. I’m glad you lot made it out of Gilneas. Our people owe you a debt that I don’t think can ever be repaid.”
I shuffled uncomfortably. “It was nothing,” I muttered, unable to think of anything else to say.
“It wasn’t nothing. You’ve sacrificed so much.”
I looked away as my mind drifted to Daniel. I have to distract myself. “What’s going on here?”
“The druids are growing this great oak from a seed taken back on Gilneas. It stands for all that we’ve endured, and all that we’ve accomplished. And when its roots merge with Teldrassil, it will solidify the bond between us and the night elves. May it serve to remind us that our curse is also our blessing,” he explained. “The night elves were gracious enough to provide us with this land within their city. Here, we will build a home for our people. I imagine some will spread out, but until our people can reclaim our rightful home, we will establish our hearth beneath the Howling Oak.”
“What chance have we to reclaim Gilneas?” I wondered aloud.
“Darius and his daughter are already working on it.”
“What?”
“They stayed behind with Crowley’s soldiers in the hopes of establishing a foothold with which to allow us to reclaim our home. The Alliance will send reinforcements; and when they do, it would be helpful for them to have a secure place to land.”
They stayed behind? My stomach squirmed. They should have gotten out like the rest of us. They shouldn’t have stayed!
“I have an offer I would like to present you,” the king announced, snapping me out of it. “You have done so much for our people back on Gilneas. You have proven yourself again and again as both an able fighter and a loyal friend. What would you say to being appointed the official ambassador for Gilneas?”
My heart skipped a beat. “I…” I trailed off. Ambassador? Me? I felt grossly underqualified. I didn’t really know anything about politics. “Thank you, sir, but I’ll have to decline,” I finally said. “Politics once tore our people apart. I want the freedom to help the people without having to worry about that,” I elaborated. “I don’t know what I’ll do yet, but…I think I would rather be able to make that decision on my own.”
The king’s face fell. “I can’t say I’m not disappointed, but I respect your decision.” He set his hand on my shoulder. “You let me know if you change your mind and want a more active role in my court.”
“I will, sir, thanks.”
Before long, the druids finished their work and the oak was fully grown. The crowd began to dissipate; some of them wandered inside the tree to inspect the shelter. But, really, there wouldn’t be much to do until the elves delivered the lumber they had promised for the people to build their new housing. My father found Lady Armstead and they carried on a conversation of their own. I couldn’t help but notice he made a point of always staying within sight of me.
As the day began to turn to night, we received unexpected visitors. Two magnificent night elves approached us. The first was a woman with long, flowing blue hair. Leaves and strings of jewels were intertwined with her silky locks. She wore an elaborate, beautiful white dress that was ornamented with lines of tiny blue crystals, similar to the ones that were embedded on the shimmering silver bracelets that ran up and down her arms. A thin, sparkling tiara sat upon her head. She glided along the ground with a mystifying grace and dignity.
The other was a tall man with an impressive green beard that equaled the length of the woman’s hair. Two massive stag horns seemed to be growing directly out of the top of his head. He was shirtless, with detailed tattoos showing along his chest. There were eagle feathers coming off of his arm; it was hard for me to tell if they were actually part of him or if they were part of his clothing. He wore a bear-skin kilt around his legs. He walked with a commanding presence, contrasting the more subtle, but still unassailable air about the woman.
“Good evening,” the night elf woman greeted as she approached King Greymane directly.
To my surprise, the king bowed before this woman. “Priestess Tyrande!” he gasped. “We did not expect you. Good evening.”
She gazed around at the groups of Gilneans that had stuck around. Her eyes rested on me for a moment. “I hope my people have been welcoming to you. These are burdened times, so I fear much may be competing with their good graces.” So she must be one of the leaders of the night elves. Who is this other guy?
“Not at all, priestess. We are very grateful for all that you’ve offered us here,” the king responded quickly. “Truly.”
Tyrande paused for a moment and smiled. “When we spoke previously, you offered to repay the favor. I may have to act on that sooner than I would have liked,” she began.
“Name it.”
“There is trouble at Lor’danel, a village of ours across the waters from Rut’theran. If any of your people can be spared, I fear war encroaching upon us in Kalimdor. When it does, I would prefer the armies of our enemies did not encounter a village full of wounded civilians.”
King Greymane’s eyes jumped to Gwen and I and I knew what was coming before he said it. “I know the perfect people for such a task. I will send them immediately, my Lady,” he offered.
“Thank you, Genn,” the night elf man chimed in with a wise, strong voice. “I am glad to see such poise and composure from your people.” He cleared his throat. “Perhaps the curse does not define you after all.”
“Malfurion,” Tyrande scolded. “Of all people you should be able to see that.”
“I took no offense,” King Greymane assured them.
“I am glad. We will take our leave, then. Again, welcome to you all.”
With that, the two night elves strode away. As I expected, King Greymane swiftly approached us. “I know you wanted to figure things out on your terms, but I must ask for your help. Our people are scattered and weary. The two of you are the most able-bodied Gilneans I can think of at the present moment.”
The training will have to wait. I looked over at Gwen. “What do you say? Think you can handle another adventure?” I asked her.
She stretched out. “It couldn’t be worse than fighting the Forsaken, am I right?” she pointed out.
“It looks like we’re in.”
“Wonderful. You must travel back down to Rut’theran Village, where we first arrived. There, you should be able to secure a ride to Lor’danel, on the coast of Darkshore. If I heard correctly down on the docks, the next ship will leave at twilight so that it will arrive by morning. Once there, aid the night elves in any way that you are able. I am trusting that you will treat them with the reverence that they deserve in light of all that they have done for us.”
“Of course,” I replied. Why did he feel the need to say that? King Greymane found one of his servants and sent them off to collect some supplies for our journey. “What will you be doing?” I asked out of nowhere. “Will you be staying here to oversee the construction of our district?”
He shook his head. “I must make plans to travel to the distant city of Stormwind to meet with King Varian. We will have much to talk about and it is a necessary step in sending aid to our brethren who still fight for our home. I hope to see your faces again very soon. Until then, a fond farewell.”
The king left us standing there to return his attention to his family and to prepare for his own trip. Gwen and I made our way over to where my father was seated with Lady Armstead.
“Daddy, I need to talk to you,” I stated cautiously as we approached. How will he react to this? We went through so much not so long ago. I bet he’ll be mad.
A concerned look flashed across his face and he stood up. So did Lady Armstead. “What is it?” he asked, matching my tone. I told him of the king’s request. His face twisted with frustration. “He’s sending you out there again?”
“It’s not like that,” I cut in quickly. “He asked us and…we said yes.”
“Why, Naomi? Why would you put yourself back in danger? After everything that happened? After you lost Daniel?”
“Because it’s what I want,” I declared, more than annoyed that he’d try to use Daniel against me. I took a deep breath. “It’s what Daniel wanted for me. Daddy…you know how badly I’ve always wanted to see the world. And there are people who are in trouble who need help. I can actually do something.” I glanced over at Gwen. “We could actually do something.”
My father’s body was shaking, but I could see he was thinking about it. “I can’t…let you.”
“You can’t stop me,” I nearly snarled at him. It wasn’t a threat; merely a statement.
My father let out a long, drawn-out sigh. “All I ever wanted for you was for you to be safe. But I knew early on that you were never going to be satisfied with the quiet life,” he commented, his tone telling me he had already conceded. He turned his eyes to Gwen. “Keep an eye on her. Don’t let her get into too much trouble.”
“I won’t let anything happen to her,” Gwen promised, stepping forward. “From what it sounds like, there was some accident across the channel and the elves need some relief. Nothing dangerous.”
“And nothing’s killed me yet,” I pointed out.
“They’ve gotten close a few times,” he reminded and I shuffled a little bit. “But you’re right…if you’re intent on going, I can’t stop you.”
I grinned. “I swear I won’t do anything too cork-brained,” I vowed. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Just don’t forget about me,” he requested.
“What do you think you’ll do?” I wondered. “Are you going to settle down here?”
He shook his head. “I’m a ship’s captain, by trade. I think I’ll try to work my way back into that capacity,” he responded, letting out another long sigh. “My place is on a ship, seeing the world. I think that’s one thing I accidentally passed on to you.”
“So, really, you’re the one to blame,” I joked.
“Maybe, someday, if I get going again, I’ll have the opportunity to ferry you around on one of your adventures.”
I nodded. “I’d like that.” I turned my attention to Lady Armstead. “Are you planning on going along with him?”
“I’ve not decided. With King Greymane traveling to meet with the leaders of the Alliance and Lord Crowley leading the war for Gilneas, someone needs to step up to lead our people here. Hopefully, the people still look up to me.”
“They certainly respected you before.” I thought through all of the events from Duskhaven to Keel Harbor. “You led them to safety and I’m sure they’ll keep following you.”
The four of us talked for a little while longer. My father and I arranged a system to keep in contact so that he’d know I was still alive. Before long, the king’s servant returned with a large pack full of supplies for us. I didn’t look through what was in there, but it was fairly heavy.
“Well, we had better be off,” I declared, noting the sky was darkening. Luna had mentioned that the next ship was leaving some time tonight. I threw the pack over my shoulder.
“Take care, both of you,” my father wished us warmly, stepping forward to hug us both.
“We will. I love you, Daddy.”
“Stay safe. There will come a day that everyone knows your name,” Lady Armstead mentioned, her voice filled with both admiration and pride.
“We can only hope,” Gwen cut in. I wondered what it would be like to be famous. I think I got a bit of a taste for that back in Gilneas.
Gwen and I said our final farewells to my father before walking away back towards the rest of Darnassus. We passed the Cenarion Enclave as we reached the stone bridge. “I’m sorry to keep you from meeting with the other druids,” I commented, the area sparking my memory.
Gwen shrugged. “There will be time later,” she mentioned. “After all, we’re still young.’
“I do want to take some time and get more formal training with how to wield a weapon,” I stated. Especially because my sparring partner is…No; stop. “What do you think happened at Lor’danel?” I wanted to change the subject.
Gwen shrugged again. “You’ve got me. I don’t know anything about what’s going on in this world. Could be anything.”
We kept chatting as we approached the misty portal. Together, we stepped through and quickly found ourselves down in the peaceful coastal village. In the distance, I could see a ship in one of the docks. From here, it looked like they were still resupplying.
We hurried through the village towards the ship. We called out to a dockhand as we reached the wood of the pier. “Excuse me, sir,” I apologized to the tall night elf man with stunning green hair. “Is this the ship for Lor’danel?”
“It is. It should be leaving within the hour,” he responded. We thanked him and let him get back to his task.
“So we meet again,” a calm voice commented behind us. I spun around and found Luna standing there, glowing staff in one hand and cradling a full sack of supplies in her other. “Are you two bound for Darkshore, as well?”
“I…think so?” I responded. “We were asked to make our way to Lor’danel to help out.”
“Then we are indeed traveling similar paths,” she affirmed.
I thought through Luna’s past as she had told it to us. She sounded so lonely over the last few years after her companions dispersed. I remembered how excited she seemed – which was hard to pick up on given her normally calm demeanor – while we talked on the ship. “Why don’t we stick together?” I proposed.
She smiled. “I would be more than honored to accompany you.”
So it was decided. The three of us – the Warrior, the Druid, and the Priest – stepped onto the deck of the ship bound for the mainland. I had no idea what we were heading into, but my experiences in my home nation led me to believe that I was prepared. And if anything got too rough, I had Gwen and Luna to drag me out.
As the ship pulled away from the dock, I reflected back on my life so far. I still had trouble believing how I had changed from a relatively normal girl to what I was today: not just that I was a worgen, but also the feats I’d accomplished. Gilneas had fallen, but I had risen from the ruins. I thought about the words Daniel had given me in our brief meeting beneath the Light. I had only begun to make a name for myself.
A new journey awaits.
The Fall of Gilneas
End.
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