Entering the swirling vortex from Shattrath City into the Undercity, Lyvia let out a long sigh. She'd just finished scouring the countryside of Nagrand, again..for Pyrenus. But it's as if he fell through the world into a dark void she can't reach. Lyvia is worried.
Giving her nod of greeting to the mushroom vendor, she half smiles shooing him away while insisting that she has no need for the spores he sells. Her stomach rumbles as she walks, telling the true tale of her hunger, but food is the least of her worries. Bypassing the auctioneer's boxes and the small crowd that surrounds it, her head is like a bobber on a string, nodding to this undead and that troll. An elf is waving his hand frantically as she passes and she smiles at him as well, but it all feels so false to her. Her best friend, ..one of the few who stood by her during her most difficult times.., has vanished..how can so many be unaffected when inside she is shriveling?
Gradually Lyvia makes her way up the incline, past the bank and onto the upper ring of the great undead city. With hope filling her heart, she goes to the mailbox..but still there is no word. She turns, making her way to the innkeeper, but he too shakes his head. No, he hasn't seen or heard from the elf rogue called Pyrenus.
Longing for familiar faces and home, Lyvia turns aside from the innkeeper, rounding the corner towards the elevator. Once she's downstairs she calls for her grand undead steed, encloaking them both into her beloved shadows as she dashes out of the city and into the chilly night towards Brill.
Lyvia slows herself to a walk once she reaches the outskirts. She's always surprised when the town is quiet. It brings to mind an old friend of hers named Snate. Snate brought her into Deathknell once and showed her a startling discovery. That no more Forsaken were rising, at least not in the numbers they once did. No...in his eyes, Brill was slowly being overtaken by the blood elves. Using the undead's resources, doing our jobs... Snate hated the elves. And for a time, Lyvia did too. She would attack each that stepped foot within Brill, growl menacingly and threatening them. Quite simply she was jealous, for she once had beauty, flesh and blood that could burn with anger or passion. She was alive and not just..living.
Pulling herself out of her reverie, she dismounts at the stable, smiling at a guard who says hello to her. Making her way over to Mrs. Winters, perhaps one of her favorite residents in Brill, she buys her nightly supply of simple wood, moves off into the grass, and lights a campfire. Yawning she leaves it for the moment, moving off into the inn to inquire the innkeeper if Pyrenus had been through.
It's only a few moments later that Lyvia is back outside. She tugs off her crimson hat, setting it onto the ground, where she too sits down to rest. She's tired.. has been for a long time. Thoughts flit through her head quicker than the butterflies in Stranglethorn Vale, but she shuts them out with a quick swig of Southshore Stout. It may not get her as raving drunk as it would an orc, but it leaves her with a warm sort of peace. It quiets her mind and Lyvia longs for silence sometimes.
Hearing hooves along the gravel, she looks up to see Karaii coming down the road. Silently she watches her old friend as he strides by. He's changed so much since they had first met. This little rag muffin of a forsaken, always drinking and always following her. Like a drunken shadow, Karaii was. Now to look at him..he's becoming a powerful warlock, and he's sober. Sometimes it hurts to look at Karaii, but only because she aches for him, and his heart. Lyvia was not good to Karaii... but she's quite able to swallow down the tears and guilt with Rumsy Rum. Quietly she sings (1*) "Metaphor, for a missing moment. Pull me in...to your perfect circle. One wound, one shame..one result. Liberate this will..to release us all. Gotta cut away, clear away..."
Karaii slowly moves across the fire from her, sitting down slowly and acknowledging her with a nod. Within her mind she can hear the song continuing, "..and I don't want to feel this overwhelming hostility..", but aloud she says " 'ello Kar."
"..hey Lyvia..," Karaii pauses before asking, "..how are you?"
Lyvia gives a small shrug, "...alright. I can't seem to find Pyre anywhere.." her voice trails off, concern crossing her face. Both of them fall silent, as other members of the forsaken race start trailing into the town. An elf is spotted here and there and most everyone leaves her and Karaii alone. "...how are you Karaii?"
Karaii too gives a small shrug and both are silent. After a couple of moments he speaks up again, "...you know what you asked me..?"
She nods. She had asked him if he still had feelings for her, if he was still pining away. It's been a long time since her and Karaii were close, and she's missed him terribly. Slowly she turns to look at him.
"...Lyvia, I will always care..and I will always be here for you," said Karaii.
Lyvia looked at him for a long time, soaking in the comfort for a moment before her soul fills again with worry. Taking another drink, she turns her head to see Sevrin sitting atop the wagon. She wonders how long he's been there, and why he's in Brill at all. "...I have to go... Thank you, Karaii." Standing, Lyvia picks up her staff in one hand and her hat in the other, gradually making her way up the incline towards the Zepplin. It isn't until she's out of sight, that she recalls her Blessings. It's always been her tradition..and her honor, to bless the citizens of Brill upon arrival and exit (and often in between). She begins to turn back towards Brill when she catches sight of a magnifcent looking white beast standing there. But it's the rider who catches her attention and she can only stare mutely.
"..what's wrong Lyvia? You look as if you've seen a ghost," said Pyrenus from atop his mount.
"...Pyre..," she breathes. Her eyes devour the sight of him. So glad to see he still has ten fingers, two legs, his head, (her scrunchie)..that he's well. "Where have you been??"
Pyrenus turned his head looking off into the distance. "...I had some things to take care of. I know how you are Lyvi, and I needed to go. Alone."
Lyvia can only stare at him, his words piercing through her like a sharp dagger..or one of those spears the pesky trolls in the jungles are always tossing at her. How many times has she heard those same words from others? Alone. If they only knew the true depths of her loneliness.. Pyre knew. Mechanically she moves, tugging on her hat and reaching within herself for the magic that can encloak her in shadows, drawing their cool comfort tighter and tighter about herself until she can no longer feel the ground under her feet, the slight air stirring the grass..or the pain of rejection..of being cast aside by yet another rogue. Damned rogues..
Silently she turns, continuing her trek towards the Zepplin. More to herself, than to him she whispers as she walks away, "..then be alone." Lyvia passes the Zepplin though, and she disappears into the darkness of night..Pyrenus, unseen as he tried to catch up to her.
((to be continued))
((1* The lyrcis are from the song 'Orestes' by A Perfect Circle from their album Mer De Noms))
Part Two of Lyvia's Legacy
That night Lyvia went to Tarren Mill. Sitting just outside of the inn, watching everyone run here or go off to there, she mused silently. The Alliance came, naturally... they always come.. but still she merely sat. It was with such a deep and profound despair that Lyvia stood, stepped into the inn and bought a stash of Southshore Stout. Eventually she left, heading out into the Barrens.. one of her favorite places of solitude. She sat atop of her mountain.. and she waited out the night, remembering.. longing.. and regretting..
The next morning, she rose from where she'd slept. She took the short path from the mill back to the Undercity where she roamed aimlessly for the better part of an afternoon. From one side of the ruins to the other she walked, lost and alone. Then..Lyvia did what she so rarely does. She went to see Sylvannas.
Bowing before the great Forsaken leader, Lyvia told of her sorrow. Of her concern for the citizens of Brill, and of her friends. She told of the fight in Outlands.. and her fears that someday it would all have been for nothing. The wounds, the bloodshed, the tears and pain.. "Why did you bring me here, Sylvannas. Why could you not have left me for dead..?"
The Dark Queen only smiled and looked away, but within her head came an etheral voice. The words casting a shiver down Lyvia's normally cold body. Mockingly it spoke to her.. "Do not fear death...priestess. It only lasts for a little while." Try as she might, Lyvia could not get Sylvannas to say anymore. Frustrated and confused, she left the the Royal Quarters and headed back to the inner part of the city.
Lyvia saw many, but spoke to none. She handed out her Blessings with something akin to madness... Moving to the bank, she began withdrawing items..memories.. slowly, methodically.. she distributed what she would and sold the rest..mailing out bits at a time. ...letters of apology..of respect.. Three she found particulary difficult to write. Sevrin's, Pyre's..and Karaii's. Taking a seat into a darkened corner, she thinks and writes...
I wanted to tell you thank you. Thank you for being my friend, especially given what I had done in the past. I can't tell you enough how much that meant to me. That you could forgive.. I have every faith that you'll do well in Outlands, and in this undead life if you just.. allow yourself too. Let go of me Karaii.. and move on. There are those who would love you as you deserve, if you only give them the chance. You know whom I speak of.. she can give you what I could not. A heart. I will keep this short.. I.. I have to get going soon. I long for home.. for Brill.. Be well my friend, and know that I did care. I just couldn't be what you needed. Love ~Lyvia~ "
She finished her mail just in time.. the Ministers were calling. And it was with pleasure..and dread, that she stepped into Blackrock Mountain a final time. She worked herself near death, aiding Zolina with tanking and healing.. watching over Karaii, Negar and Miliana. Over her brethen..and her friends.. she had to leave in the middle, doing so with an ache in her chest.. but she had to go.
....once again, Lyvia made the familar trek from Shattrath City into the Undercity and from the Undercity into Brill. She moved off into the shadows, lit her campfire and sat mutely. Taking a drink from her flask, she finds herself poked from behind. Her hand twitches towards her staff before Sevrin comes sliding into view. She hesitates, then smiles at him. "...surprised to see you."
Sevrin grinned at her before taking his seat, "..I come here often." Lyvia just shrugged, she wouldn't know. She'd..not been to Brill much since he went into the Outlands.
Sevrin smiled and reached into his bag, holding out a letter. "...look what I dug out of my vault." Lyvia took the letter, shocked that he still had it. "I'm sorry Lyvia, but I must return this. I'm not the rogue you think me to be." She had held onto that letter for a long, long time..before giving it back to him. She can still remember that piece of candy "I'll follow you to the ends of Azeroth" etched into it. She had long since destroyed it in a fit of rage. Now she finds herself longing for the simplicity of those early days. When all her undead life consisted of were her friends, and laughter. But those days have since vanished into the shadows. Laughter has been replaced with silence, and joy with pain. Nothing is so simple anymore. "...I can't believe you still had this..do..would you mind if I kept it..?," Lyvia had asked of him. Sevrin smiled and waved the thought away. Of course he didn't mind. And then they talked... it had been so long since she was comfortable just sitting there next to him talking. Before long however, their differences began to come into view. An elven fellow by the name of Sathos came. Sevrin had just asked Lyvia how she had been. She told him that she had done fairly well..and that she had met a friend, named Pyrenus. Sevrin frowned, "A blood elf."
Lyvia nodded saying, "They aren't all horrible, Sev. Pyrenus was there when I needed a friend the most," her tone betraying the slight accusation. After Sevrin vanished into the Dark Portal, Lyvia had to stay behind. She was not quite strong enough. She worked furiously, day and night to get into the Portal..without a word from Sevrin. Eventually she worked simply to be Doing something. In a frenzy, she would cast herself into the battles with no thought of her own concern. She could not count how many times Pyrenus saved her from her own foolish behavior. It was Pyrenus who stood by her during the long and lonesome weeks that she knew nothing, except for her own name. But as more and more time dragged on, and Lyvia's heart grew heavier and heavier... she simply forgot. She forgot Sevrin, she forgot Karaii, she forgot every friend she had ever known that she had ever caused pain, or that had ever harmed her. She forgot her life before undeath, she forgot her own sister. She was no one, once more. Just Lyvia. And for a time, she was completely content. Just living her life out, with Pyrenus fighting at her side. She found solace in his solitude and a new found freedom of a friendship without pressure. Then Pyrenus vanished...
Lyvia shook her head from her reverie, standing slowly. "..excuse me a moment, Sev."
Sathos, the young elf took his seat across the fire from Sevrin, who stood as well to add more tinder to it. When Lyvia returned she could only catch fragments of their conversation. Deeming it to be of a personal nature, she turned to once more walk away.
With a quiet grace, Lyvia made her way from person to person. Sometimes she merely smiled, and others she would stop and make small talk.
"...Say your piece..do not be silenced any longer, Priestess.."
Lyvia turned her head towards Sevrin, for again there was that voice..but it was not his. Could Sylvannas truely be speaking with her? Her?!...of all the horde in Azeroth.
"Time runs low, do you hear the bells peal? Say your piece.."
Lyvia turned her head the other way, and it was then that she noticed Khattab, 'Warden of Brill', standing upon the well. A familar perch for the Sage.
Now, any who know Lyvia, knows her contempt for the Poor Sages of Lordaeron. All talk, and no action, is her view. They are Too peaceful, in her eyes. Zayne, her former mentor and ally taught her when she was fresh from the grave, "You do not run Lyvia. And you have no need to fear death. If it approaches, you hold your ground and you fight! No pupil of mine will run." She was often scared, but the more she fought and the more she learned, the more fearless she became..much to Zayne's pleasure, and others' chagrin.. A tad crazed at times, but she rarely worried for her own safety, even then.
Now, the familiar feelings washed through her. Of being nothing more than a pest in the eyes of many. She was often accused of being 'too nice'. A fighter for the underdog, it seemed she had battled all in the world at some point in time or another. Geneve used to taunt her and call her names like 'Fluffy', or 'Buttercup'. She couldn't imagine any accuse her of being too nice these days.. strong-willed with a sharp bite, her words would often overshadow her large heart. Only a few knew her for who she was...
But who she was.., was not important. For now, she cast her muted sight onto the powerful warlock, Khattab and the old ires rose to the surface.
"Why if it isn't the great Warden of Brill, come to watch over us lowly servants, " said Lyvia. Khattab hardly glanced her way.
"What? Too good to come down from your throne? No, like any other Sage you sit on high and look down the rest. Warden of Brill..," Lyvia snorted with disdain, "..oh great Warden, where have you been? Our Protector..for I've not seen you."
Finally Khattab had heard enough of Lyvia's mouth, and turned to stare her down. "Be silent. You are no more special than anyone else. Ungrateful woman, who are you to speak to me in such a way?"
Lyvia straightened her shoulders, and raised a stubborn chin just a notch. "I am one who would speak with you. But you would not speak to me. You stand up there and do...what? Nothing. Where is the great Proctor? He too does too little for the citizens of Brill. Why..you Sages don't even take care of your own!" Is of course, casting reference on Jackdaw..and his beheading by the warlock, Geneve.
"Do not speak to me of Sesobael, nor of what I do or do not do!" By now, Khattab had gone from irritated to plain angry. "I have rid the town of Geneve, do not stand there and say I've done nothing! What have You done!"
Sevrin, overhearing them as they grew louder and louder piped in, "..you?! Darkcloak killed Geneve."
Khattab laughed, "Who?? No, it was I..I dismembered her and burnt the pieces to ashes."
Calls for proof were hollared out, but Lyvia -with her single minded focus- carried her voice over them, "Geneve is not the only monster of Brill! The Alliance come and the guards cry out their alarms and rarely do any respond except those who stand with me..and those I've led! You! You sit up here, teaching nothing. Your slave does the real work," gestures towards the voidwalker, "..I hear his despair each time he utters 'As you wish'.."
Khattab glared at Lyvia, "Him?! He is a friend, do not speak to me of what you don't understand. I do not need him to teach you a lesson."
Without a sound, Sevrin moved in front of Lyvia, ready to stick himself between her and the stronger warlock. Sathos, the blood elf, strolled up, "Ooh, there we go! Let's stand here and cast insults. Foolish undead..bah, let them tear eachother's heads off. Idiots, all of you!"
Lyvia glared at Sathos, "Silence elf!"
Khattab ignored the elf, but another member of the Sage's had been standing near the mailbox, listening to the exchange.
"...don't worry Lyv, I've got your back," came Sevrin's whisper within her ear. Never had Lyvia adored him more. Her hero, of the moment. But the cool steel in his voice settled the burning anger in her blood.
"...are you alright Khattab?" asked the orc, giving Lyvia a once over. It was plain to see he was eager to do battle.
"Yes..it's fine, this isn't your concern," said Khattab, effectivly dismissing her guildmates concern.
Overhearing the orc, Lyvia also stated, "This does not concern you."
Giving a long sigh, she looked up at Khattab and said a bit calmer, "..let me say one last thing and I will leave you be." Khattab was silent a moment, and then nodded her head. "You are right to say that I do not know you..but only because you will not allow yourself to be known! Come down sometimes, speak with the ones you've sworn to protect. Take them under your wing and guide them so that they can better protect themselves!"
Just then, the Proctor (leader of the Sages), Sesobael himself came riding into town. Lyvia had said her piece though...and Khattab looked at her, Truly looked at her..as if finally hearing all that Lyvia had been preaching all of her undead life. But she turned her head aside to speak with her leader..and Lyvia, after a moment's hesitation walked over to Mrs. Winters to buy more tinder. Thanking the kindly old forsaken, she made her way back towards Sevrin and Sathos. "...if you just tell her.." Sathos was saying, but he paused at her approach. Lyvia glanced at the two of them, then moved away to light her fire. But try as she could, it would not light. Frustrated, she gave up and moved back to sit down next to Sevrin, each of her bones seeming to feel the chill of Brills' cool, night air. Drinking the last of her Southshore Stout, she watched the rogue silently. The elf eventually stood, walking away to do what...Lyvia didn't know. Didn't care. She seemed to stare for the longest time, before looking back into the fire.
"..say your farewell, Priestess.." came that voice again.
Lyvia ignored it the first time. ..and the second..but it persisted. It drowned out the blends of gutterspeak, and Thallasan, the laughter of friends, and cries of the newly awoken. It weighed down her soul, every memory of her time spent in Brill wisping it's way through her mind's eye. Her eyes would close..and still that voice would persist, beckoning to her. "Say your farewell. Lay down your staff, set aside your troubles...come now..come, and let it go."
Lyvia turned to once more look at Sevrin. Gently she smiled, and stood. Touching his shoulder for ony a moment she said, "..I must take my leave. ..be well Sevrin..my friend." He looked up at her and nodded, "See ya Lyv." Lyvia curtsied, blessing him one final time before turning to leave Brill. Passing the elf Sathos, she gave him a nod and made her way to the Zepplin's tower.
She did not speak with the troll standing just outside the doorway, nor the deathguards who kept leery eyes on the forest and road. Each rickety step she placed with sure feet. Each step dragging her further down into the depths of her despair, deeper into the shadows. Each step, bringing her closer to the top. She was pleased to the Zepplin there. How often does that happen?? Dropping away the shadows consuming her body like one would a dress, she went to step onto the ship.
"Lyvia!! Lyvia wait!!!"
Stunned, she turned away from the Zepplin, to see Sevrin come pounding up the stairs. Turning back she sighs..watching it pull away. Facing Sevrin she bites out, "I missed the boat. What do you want Sevrin?"
Sevrin hesitated, then said "...I...I just..well..I wanted to tell you.."
Lyvia is impatient, and she turned away, looking into the sky to see if the other Zepplin had come yet.
"...Lyvia," Sevrin continued, "..I...I love you."
Lyvia stilled. Oh. So. Slooowly, did she turn around to stare at him with her mouth agape, "..pardon me?"
"...I love you..."
Lyvia is shocked. And..perhaps a mite pleased..and then she grows angry. So very, very angry.."..and you wait until Now to tell me this Sevrin?? What game are you at now? You do not love me. You Left, remember..you left.." She turns her back on him, closing her eyes..trying to find a bit of peace in this self-induced darkness. She can hear the Zepplin returning..
"...Look, Lyv...I know I messed up-"
Lyvia whirled on him, the shadows consuming her so wholely that her voice seems nothing but a rasping noise within the night's air, "You have no idea what you did to me Sevrin.. Why are you doing this...why..why now??"
Sevrin grew quiet for a moment. Finally he sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "...I..I know, it's too late...-"
Again Lyvia cut him off, silencing him with her hand. Stepping backwards, aboard the Zepplin, the shadows fell away from her.
She could only look at him for a long tense moment. And then the Zepplin began to move away from it's loading dock. Hollowly she said, "...You're right Sevrin..you're too late..," and then Lyvia turned her back on him. Gradually making her way through the few passengers on board with her.
"Give me one more chance, please Lyvia!..," Sevrin hollared from the tower. She ignored the elf standing there next to her. "Lyvia!" Sevrin cried, but she did not hear him. She heard nothing..but her own anguished cries, her hearts' ache from the time.. of loves' lost, hope's withered, and friends dieing.. She never uttered a sound. Slowly Lyvia pulled herself up onto the Zepplin's railing, eyeing Brill below her. Removing her own blessing, the breeze swaying through her Imperial Robes, Lyvia took her final step.
The ground rushed so quickly she could not think, nor scream, nor react.
She didn't even try.
((to be continued with Lyvi's Legacy: Part Three))
~Her song of mourning~
"You hold the answers deep within your own mind.
Consciously, you've forgotten it.
That's the way the human mind works.
Whenever something is too unpleasant, to shameful for us
to entertain, we reject it.
We erase it from our memories.
But the imprint is always there."
(Can't wash it all away)
(Can't Wish it all away)
(Can't hope it all away)
(Can't cry it all away)
The pain that grips you
The fear that binds you
Releases life in me
In our mutual
Shame we idolize
To blind them from the truth
That finds a way from who we are
Please don't be afraid
When the darkness fades away
The dawn will break the silence
Screaming in our hearts
My love for you still burns
This I do for you
Before I try to fight the truth my final time
"We're supposed to try and be real.
And I feel alone, and we're not together. And that is real."
Can't wash it all away
Can't wish it all away
Can't cry it all away
Can't scratch it all away
Lying beside you
Listening to you breathe
The life that flows inside of you
Burns inside of me
Hold and speak to me
Of love without a sound
Tell me you will live through this
And I will die for you
Cast me not away
Say you'll be with me
For I know I cannot
Bear it all alone
"You're not alone, are you?"
Can't fight it all away
Can't hope it all away
Can't scream it all away
It just won't fade away, No, No
Can't wash it all away
Can't wish it all away
Can't cry it all away
Can't scratch it all away
(Can't fight it all away)
(Can't hope it all away)
Can't scream it all away
Ooh, it all away
Ooh, it all away
"But the imprint is always there. Nothing is ever really forgotten."
"Because I'm tired of it too."
"Because I'm tired of it too."
"Because I'm tired of it too."
"Because I'm tired of it too."
"Because I'm tired of it too."
Understanding (Wash it All Away)
Gradually releasing it's way into a dim light. Air seemed to whirl around her, such a rushing noise through her very being, but she felt nothing. Heard nothing. Nothing stirred in this dim light, and slowly she turned her head.
Her home.. there in the distance, through the gray she recognized the forsaken town. Glancing down, where her feet are on the tower's railing, she began to understand. She had died. Exhaling without breath, Lyvia leaped down from the Zepplins' tower, hitting the ground without touching it. She walked the short trek to where her own body laid by the well, broken and defeated. Turning aside, eyes squinting within even this pale light, she searched for the blinding brightness of the Spirit Healer.
Slowly she turned..around and around, but the Healer.. she who had the power to give life once more to anyone, was gone. Lyvia felt abandoned in a way she'd never felt before.
"You expected no less?" asked Sylvanas.
Craning her neck around, Lyvia was shocked to see the forsaken leader. "...you. It was you.. in my head..that voice.."
Sylvanas smiled slowly, beckoning Lyvia with a crook of her finger. "Walk with me."
Now Lyvia never did like being told what to do, and it's with a cockiness unfelt she declared, "And if I won't?"
"Walk." came the relentless demand.
So Lyvia trailed behind the Queen, wondering out loud, "How is it that you can be here with me, but still within the city? I've never seen you leave."
Sylvanas didn't turn, but kept walking, making her way around the inn, up the hill and towards Brightwater Lake, "I did not. After so much time, the mind grows weary.. as does the spirit. You see only one aspect of me.. as I see only one aspect of you. As my body is elsewhere, so is yours.. it's not such a strange thing to understand."
Lyvia mused silently on her answer, coming to stop at the water's edge. Memories flashed through her mind of laughing and drinking with Karaii singing some nonesense about 'smoke on the water, fire in the sky..' How many times had she fished these sickly waters? Dueled in friendly combat with Karaii, Sevrin...and any who would pass. It was here that she and Zayne split ways, and her undead life began it's downward path into self destruction.
"Ah yes..Zayne.." Sylvanas smiled darkly, "He's one of my favorites you know, among the priests.. his soul knows darkness like no other could. He is capable of great things.. as were you, Lyvia. But you would give it all up.. and for what?"
Lyvia was unable to answer her. Slowly, she lowered her head in shame. "....I was being selfish."
"No," said Sylvanas, "you were being realistic. Are you comfortable within the shadows?"
"They keep me safe."
"Perhaps.. but are you comfortable? Does it fill your spirit with warmth, to cause others pain.. to wreck such havok on their minds that they run in fear. Is that what you wish, for others to fear you?"
Slowly Lyvia shook her head, "...no. I want only to defend my friends... my home. To hell with any who cross my path but I.. I am not an aggressive person."
"Then why do you not follow the steps of others? Why do you not keep your friends safe, embrace them in the holy light given to you upon your birth."
Again Lyvia shook her head, this time confused.. "... you would have me be.. a healer? Is that why you convinced me to jump from the Zepplin?"
Sylvanas shook her head laughing, "I convinced you of nothing. You had the desire, it was your feet that walked up the stairs, and your will to jump. Would I have you heal? I think you would be a fantastic healer, Lyvia Delou.. but I also feel you would best serve me on a new path. I could give it back to you. Your life...all you have to do is serve me."
"...I'm a Minister, and a member of the Forsaken.. I already serve you."
"But you do not. You serve yourself. I want you to Serve Me. I want you to go into battle with my name on your lips as you cry out in rage. I want you to defend my honor, and my home. Forget saving Sevrin, Karaii..Pyrenus, forget them. Serve Me. When you wake, I want you to thank me for your life.. when you die, I want you to go down screaming because you failed me. When you heal... you are healing my soldiers in my army. You belong to me. You always have... as have all." Sylvanas closed her eyes a moment, her form shimmering before Lyvia's eyes, then drawing whole again. "Your time grows short. Will you or will not serve me?"
Lyvia begins to shake her head, the entire conversation still baffling to her, before finally she nodded, bowing down. "Yes Sylvanas.. I am your servant."
Sylvanas nodded once, before turning away from Lyvia "..then return to your corpse and await the healer who can return you. There is one more thing I must do before returning to my own body.."
It was then that Lyvia noticed a stunning elven woman sitting there in the grass. She was apparantly confused, perhaps a bit lost wearing only a simple red linen robe, and she was waiting for Sylvanas. As they approached, the woman stood, bowing before the undead leader. She did not meet the leaders eyes, but instead looked at Lyvia with such a hollowness that the priest unwittingly took a step foward to aid.
"Ayriana Taylin...," Sylvanas paused, turning away from the elf to look at Lyvia. "This is not your concern, return to your body and wait. You will know who to follow."
Lyvia did as she was told and when she felt the air shift, she merely shuddered but did not look back. Returning to her form there next to the well, she was surprised to find so many gathered around the body. There was Darkcloak, Karaii, Zolina and Macail.. so many of her friends, that she had let down. Sleepless, Norpsemius, Rashomon, even Marralyn.. her head seemed to spin as she watched the Ministers and citizens of Brill each come to stand over her.. There was one though, unlike the others. For while they were but gray blurs, he was full of color and radiated such an awesome power that she used her hat to shield her eyes. Taking a step forward, then another Lyvia reached to touch his shoulder, whispering his name, "..Vealx.." but he had moved away, the others carrying her body with him.
Slowly Lyvia began to follow.. her eyes returning over and over again to the lifeless hand outstretched towards the ground.. her hand.
Her step falters..
They're passing over the bridge, a somber proceeding, a gait of silence. The bandages have grown askew when she jumped.. they're unwinding.. showing the deep scars marring her eyes, thin slits once dull now faded out completely.. Lyvia would love to cover the impurity of her eyes but she can't seem to move except to follow.
..pain buries itself within her feet and again she falters.
They're rounding the bend towards Deathknell. ... where it all began... yes.. yes..take her back to where it all began..
There is a light burning against her back and it sings to her, melodic and entrancing but this light she ignores, even as it begins to singe her toes... her ankles..still she struggles forward, falling to her knees..the wind picking up, swirling around her, obscuring her vision..even as she crawls her way down the mauseleums steps, the light ever present, and the pain growing stronger until she fears she'll burst into flames. "Vealx!" but he is at the front and for each step she takes it seems another would move to block her view.
It's finally with tears streaming down her face and her form is nothing but a brief glimmer that she reaches him. She lays there, panting without the need for air, her hand outreached, she grasps onto Vealx's robes, looking up into his brightness whispering his name.."Ve-..alx... save me.."
The moment she reached for him was the moment that he tried one final time to ressurect her corpse.. it was with such a rending that she felt her soul torn from his grasp, screaming throughout time and space, a howl escaping her lips and the lips of another.. Ayriana Taylin.. Lyvia knew without having any knowledge that it was her voice.. and then she blinked her large jade eyes..
..."...Lyvia?" gasps could be heard all around her, a couple even took a step back.
Shakingly, Lyvia stood on thin, wobbly legs, staring with mute fascination at her own fleshie hands. "...y..yes..". The following moments were pure chaos as she, now a blood elf.. struggled to be calm, reassuring them all that it was her..
Darkcloak, ever astute asked her "....Lyvia... where is your hat.." Lyvia, even to this day, suspects that a girl known as Ayriana has her most prized red crimson hat.. but she isn't about to ask for it back. Answering him, without giving him any real answer she made her way to Brill...to a life, after death. Where even now she can be found, defending her home, the forsaken and her one true leader, Syvlanas.