“Guards!” the call came and Eydrana sighed. She turned and sure enough there he was again glaring. He perched from the top of the stairs of the Silver Enclave. She just sighed. Thankfully her Polymorphing spell was working. He hadn’t even imagined that she would train after all this time without him.
“Sir, shall we remove this Horde?” One of the guards asked Arcanist Adurin. He sighed.
“Disregard. Let that pitful creature past. She isn’t who I am looking for” he said and turned away.
Eydrana smirked and moved her shoulders forcing the guards to let go of her. Things were becoming increasingly difficult to hide from him. Why did she keep coming back?
“Our apologies mage” One of the guards said as they left her be. She rolled her eyes and walked to the mining shop again and stepped inside.
“Hello mage. If you need anything let us know” the nice woman said at the counter. Eydrana nodded politely but she was devastated. This had been her little home once. Upstairs was her old room, now all that was left was the wall color.
“No thank you” Eydrana said feeling the memories were too painful. She stepped out and went to the jewelry shop across the way, to turn in some items for the shipment that day. All the while through her transaction she felt so alone and bitter about the situation.
Her father had made it clear; if he caught her in Dalaran again she would be removed permanently. She did her best to hide, polymorphing her body into different subtle changes. Once she mirror imaged herself and set the guards on a horrible goose chase before cloaking into her invisibility and hiding in the underbelly.
This was so frustrating. She turned out of the shop and walked to the entrance to the sewers. After a few minutes she came to her favorite shady bar and ordered several Caraway Burnwine. She then took out one of her books and read it while drinking. Five drinks became ten. Ten became twenty, the book became sadder and soon Eydrana was sobbing. Her tears fell, shattering like ice on the table in front of her. She couldn’t and would not go back to the horrible racism and stupidity of the Alliance. She would rather die, and probably would if ever such a choice need be made.
She was just so lonely. She missed her old ways and her old life at times. Two thousand plus years of being a spoiled brat had put her ways into a kind of carved stone. But now, she had to be something else. She had to force herself to be used to it. Dalaran was making this transition difficult.
The bar maiden came by and handed her a handkerchief and helped her to a cot in the inn. Eydrana encased herself in ice and sobbed. This was miserable this cold loneliness. She had to do something to change it.
Light filtered next to her and a familiar small angel appeared beside her, sliding into the ice as he wished.
“You need to stop coming here” he whispered into her subconscious. She knew that. She always had.
“You’re right” she mumbled.
“Shatrath if anything, but not here. This is not where you are to be.” He said to her and hovered beside her.
“You’re right, as usual” she muttered.
“Stay in Stonard, or stay in Undercity, but come here no longer daughter of destiny. I will not help you out of this if it comes to be. I told you that when I first found you. You are a witness of the revolution for your people” he then disappeared.
Some revolution. She was Eydrana, not a a bystander nor was she going to be treated as such. The angel was always right though, and he was always beside her. She never got his name.
The room around her spins and she pulls out a rune. Ice fades as she ports herself back to Stoneard. She walks past Sharda and her glass, up the stairs and into the room Londra had given her. Sleep. She needed sleep and she needed it never to be in Dalaran again. Sinking into the bed she falls asleep. A dreamless and lonely sleep.