He was silent, eyes hard. It would be worse for her if he didn't keep quiet. She didn't need to be here. They didn't need to be here. But the whispers... She'd been cursed with them since she'd been small. Shadows. Void. Whatever you wanted to name it.
Wicked. Wild. Witch.
The names had been whispered in the same way she heard the voices. Their parents hadn't known what to do and had refused to believe it couldn't be trained out of her. They barely acknowledged their youngest's idiosyncrasies. Her wide, dilated eyes at noon. The way her head would cock, as if listening to the wind. Wandering through the Eversong woods.
She wasn't dangerous.
Not yet. Why couldn't they see?
Rimath continued to shadow her. He would be there, even if the rest...
I was exiled from Silvermoon City for creating new sentient Infernals. They were little more than lumbering brutes of the Legion before but I made them stronger. And for that? My peers thank me and my family by having us entirely banished never to return on pains of trials and possible executions or jailing... so I fled to King Anduin Wrynn's side. Where I heard my peoples once resided anyway? I am a sin'dorei now and forever yet: What about the powers of the Void Elves? Alleria might scare me a little but she could have a point. Is it worth it to swear allegiances to her and King Wrynn and sample the powers of Shadows?