Prophecy is quite the strange thing, hm? One moment, you are fading off to sleep... and the next, you’re standing face to face with a wall of fire. Faces running past in the smoke. A swirling tempest of ice and shadow. And the knowledge that everything is about to change. We both awoke in a cold sweat. Heart racing. Thoughts rushing. No time for proper armor. The Light will have to be our shield tonight. Caniell has family there. We have to warn them. We have to warn them all.
Teldrassil is burning.
Caniell has become unaccustomed to being awoken by shaking. It takes a couple seconds for her to register that she’s being leaned over.
The Lestuus urged Caniell awake. Tears dripping down their eyes, one burning hot and the other freezing cold. The explanation was brief and to the point. The look upon their faces was proof enough of the severity of the situation.
She jumped upright as soon as it sunk in, moving automatically. No panic, no hesitation. It’s odd, the peace that comes from knowing there’s only one option you can live with.
Five minutes to put on armor. Like riding, after all. You never do truly forget.
Twenty seconds. A hug for the both of them, a whispered apology. At least one of them understands. Maybe both. Questions for another time, maybe.
Turn, Hearthstone, Staff…
No, not the Sentinel staff, not this time. Something tells me I’ll need guided home, this time.
Prophecy is a strange thing.
She turns to smile reassuringly at her brother and his mirror, her grandmother’s staff in one hand, before adjusting her old armor and pressing her hearthstone to her chest. A flash of green, a last glimpse of black-orange-violet-silver, and she’s gone.
The two watched as the druid vanished off into the Twisting Nether. They joined hands, and turned around. A rift opened up in the space before them, glimmering with the warbled image of the Temple of the Moon. Everything seemed peaceful in there... for now. With one last breath of the Kingdoms, they jumped inside..
Cani dropped to one knee as her hearthstone spat her out in the heart of the Howling Oak, breathing heavily and clutching her head. She pressed a hand to the ground and recoiled from the increase of intensity from Teladrasil, before cautiously trying again.
“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do for you, but I’ll get your children out.”
She shook her head again to clear it and took off for the Cenarion Enclave, whistling as she went. “Stareye! With me! Once more to our duty!”
The great black Nightsaber was quick to her mistress’s call, running alongside her so she could fling herself into the saddle without slowing before taking off toward the residential areas, easily sniffing out trapped civilians and ushering them toward portals, placing the wounded on their backs when needed.
Faster, c’mon Lucky, you’re not so out of practice as all that… keep going, up to check the Highwinds…
A figure up in a loft apartment, the bridge is out, she’s looking down at the fire…
Cani tosses the reigns of her mount aside with an order to keep going back to the portals and launches herself onto a ledge, shifting briefly to bird to fly into the apartment. “MOM! What are you doing here?”
Annalise Lyca glared at her daughter. “I DO live here, you realize. Which you certainly don’t, why did you…”
“Later. You’re getting out of here.”
“Oh, just me is it? Young lady, I absolutely forbid-”
Cani cuts off her mother’s protests as she drapes a blue and gold cloak over her shoulders and sets the hem in her mother’s hand. “You know I can’t leave yet. Not with a clear conscience. One twist, you’ll land on campus.”
Caniell Ann reaches out and twists the cloak for her, smiling softly, before turning to launch herself once more into the flames.
Bank left, there’s a fallen tree blocking a doorway, there’s too much fire…
Cani drew her staff and holds it aloft, violet eyes flashing to silver as she calls her spell…
“I call upon the powers of those who came before me. I call upon you as Stormcaller, and ask the aid of the past.”
The rain was a welcome respite for the rest of her work, localized as the shower may be. Not enough to save the city, but maybe enough to save a few lives. Just a few more lives…
She sent another group off on Stareye’s back and watched as the path filled in with fire and debris behind her, already knowing the great cat wouldn’t be making another trip back through this. The air too thick with smoke to fly, she stumbled through what was left of a stone archway and found herself face-to-face with the graveyard.
...I had planned to end up here in the end anyway, hadn’t I? “I suppose this is the end, aye sisters?”
Cani knelt before the far-left grave and dug her fingers into the headstone, freeing a jeweled pendant embedded there, and watched as the smoke turned to shimmering figures before her eyes, a human and two elves, though the differences between Kaldorei and Sin’dorei were readily apparent. And they spoke.
Determined to die as you lived, eh Lucky-to?
‘onestly, I thought you swore you’d never fall to a rotter.
“Well, I suppose there wasn’t much choice.”
You always have a choice, my love.
Cani moved to sit in the empty space beside the row of graves. “...Little late, isn’t it? At least we’ll be together again.”
The spirits drifted to sit around Caniel, and the Night Elf spoke once more
...You know, Lucky, you’re a moon-damned idiot.
My love, I don’t think you really want to die.
Cani’s breath comes in gasps now as she raises her staff again, but it’s drawing from an empty well. “Shut… shut up, guys.”
It’s going to break soon, can’t she teleport?
In this state, who knows?
Lucky… Caniell? Can you hear?
C’mon, you can leave now.
Let us go, love. Doesn’t your school need you?
“I… ‘m trying.”
Please, Teladrassil, I know you have little left to give, please. I need help, can you aid one last wayward child?
She looks up just in time to see a red-haired form hurtling toward her, right into her spell. She fell into green light… one last voice before she fell into darkness.
I love you. We love you. Take care, Dal’Surfal
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Voices screaming and crying out.
Frantic priestesses tending to the wounded.
Exhausted-looking Highborne ushing people into portals.
Ash-covered Sentinels leading packs of their people inside the safety of Elune’s sanctuary.
“More are still out there,” gasped a wounded druid towards the two. The smell of the worgen’s singed fur filled the air where the two had arrived.
Knight and Priest looked to one another, for support and guidance both. Immediately, they knew the plan. Whatever quarrels they had faded away as the healer’s instinct took in.
Caniell would be towards the north, they knew. That left the southern areas for them.
It was a mad dash for the Tradesman’s Terrace. So many wounded. Screams as flesh burned.
The two split to cover more ground, each a swirling tempest of their own power.
So many trapped... each could feel the souls of those trapped cry out as life left them.
Shadow and ice worked to smother the flames as best they could.
Heat turned ice to steam.
Light dissolved the shadow.
There were too many to save.
Too many they would not be fast enough to get to.
Too many for their arms to carry.
The anchorite fell first, burning debris falling upon the pack he was leading. The knight had no time to look back. If he knew himself well enough, no harm would befall them...
The fire around them burned hot, but the fire inside burned brighter. A dome stopped the remains of a house right before impact, shielding the last of the survivors from harm as the anchorite tried to catch to their mirror. Hope was so close now... only a deafening creak blocked their path.
The knight sent the wounded through the portal. Quakes rocked the world tree as it burned. Through the smoke he saw a building collapsing... right in front of the last group they had saved. With unholy speed, the knight tore his way there, body radiating cold as he clawed through the debris.
Right as the anchorite thought all was lost... a path appeared through the wreckage. Neither knew what they said, but soon people were being carried through. Smoke clogged their lungs. The last of the defenders made their final stand. Those who would not leave saw the last groups through.
Queen Mia herself dragged an unconscious champion into the last bastion of hope, and the two shared another look. Caniell was still inside the inferno. Without care for their own failing health, they ran back into the flames.
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A father’s intuition is something that can transcend the boundaries of space. Right away, Bragam had a feeling something was afoot when he hard of the Horde’s advances on Darnassus. The Tirisgarde had him on explicit orders to stay out of the fighting but... That nagging feeling something was wrong upset his stomach. Begrudgingly, the old goat stayed in his lane, doing his job of keeping the portals up and running.
The room smelled... smokey. Is it supposed to smell like smoke? No, the fire mages have not had to practise for a while. The ones who do alchemy don’t mess up anymore. Where was the smoke coming from?
Downstairs, it seemed. That is where the portal nexus was set up...
An ashy-looking Highborne pushed him aside, screaming, “Teldrassil is lost!”
It seemed like the world had frozen for an instant... perhaps it did. The arcane was funny like that... But all he knew now was that his hunch was right... His boys were in danger.
The draenei moved quickly, time on his side for the moment, throwing himself into the portal that now had licks of flame erupting through it. An ice barrier would be enough to shield himself for now...
Everything sped up as the sights and sounds before him became clear, eyes adjusting to the intense heat. The scene was... grim, to say the least. He was late, and the last of those were not staying behind seemed to be filtering out.
Without a second thought, the mage was sprinting as though he were a young kid again, paying no mind to the radiating pain from his bad leg.
Thought ran through his mind like equations on a chalkboard. They would be together. Caniell would be here too... she’s a worgen. Likely at the Oak. That means they would be in the southern parts... But the path was blocked. And his gut said they were not there... No, his boys were elsewhere. Summoning forth his arcane might, the mage blinked forward into the inferno.
Appearing on the bridge that led from the bank to the northern parts, he stopped, chest heaving as he coughed the acrid smoke from his lungs. And that was when he saw them. His boys were shielding a young child from the flames, one side in light and the other in ice. Wasting no time, the mage casted as he ran, portal forming in his grip as he launched himself at the three, disappearing them all into the Nether.
Where? Anywhere that wasn’t here.
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I can hear them all... children of the forest... names and voices and screams and cries and pain and pain and pain and pain.
Fire and heat and smoke, singing the eyes, running running jumping flying. Weapons throwing blue boulders at the hometree. Have to hurry, have to hurry faster...
Shift and run, carry survivors, heal the injured, she’sburningaliveandIcantstopit...
Regrets and pain and pain and vision clouding, rushing to save who I can. Tusks are showing but nobody cares. Pass them off to Elune’s grace, go back for more.
Life drains from their bodies and their souls cry out for the moon and the fire smothers them silent again... every plead clawing like a Nightmare... I can’t save them all... I saved who I can... I need to do more...
Music from the ashes... tune is familiar... friend from the Circle. Hands turn to wings, branches are molten, feathers singed, falling...
Land on paws, pain is numbed by fear... run through the buildings and ignore the cries of those who are lost... Too late to save them... Will all be with Mother Moon soon...
Over a log, foot snags on the top, something is cooler than the flames... Faster and faster, music is closer and closer...
Friend with hair like the flames is there, speaking to nothing and to those who linger... No time to think, can only hear the music... music and the crack of falling wood...
Flaming tree is starting to fall... words catch on the throat like a growl... No time to think, act act act act act...
I dash for their body, grab ahold tight, paws turn to hands as I cling them close...
MoongladeMoongladMoonglade, please Mother Moon, please Aessina...
Vision goes green, my lungs gasp in the clean air... Ground thrums in pain... their daughter is dying before their eyes...
It wasn’t often anyone called on Lysander Surgen. To start, they’d have to find him. Then they’d have to hold him still for an entire five minutes to explain the problem, which made it overall usually more trouble than it’s worth.
Which made it a wonder that he had been wrangled into standing in the heat and smoke to hold a door open, really. He had no earthly idea how they even knew what city he was in.
Sandy stood in the center of the Stormwind Mage Tower with his feet planted about a shoulder width apart and felt another drop of sweat drip off his nose, barely registering the crowds racing around him.
Another deep breath and some more power from the leylines, focus, focus… are the candles burning out? Deep breath, don’t get distracted… She’ll make it through, just hold a bit longer.
It seems awful quiet all of a sudden.
A large black cat sprinted through just as his vision went entirely dark.