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She stood in her living room, looking to the fire, a cup of tea in her hand as she chose to sit down, a smile dons her face with a glistering happiness that could not be taken from her, as she sips her tea putting it down on the table, she closed her eyes as she sighs in a comfortable contempt, a memory played in her mind as she recalled a time not to long ago. A long day of work, as she sat in the bar, working to serve a mountain of customers that stormed for drinks, although a Sylvari stood teasing her about her rather dark clothing choice, suddenly a sight held her, a beauty entered the Flagon with a gleam to her, a Red and Gold outfit th

Maiev strolled down the corridor of the Warden’s hold, pondering what could the Priestess want to see her about, ‘is it possible she could know about the two of them?’ was a question that was on her mind like before, she collected herself before entering her office, as she entered, Tyrande looked to here with a smile “Ishnu-Alah Maiev.” Maiev bowed to the priestess rather half disrespectful more than out of respect, “Elune-Adore Priestess, what brings you all the way to the Wardens Keep M’lady?” Tyrande studying her it seems, looking out of Maiev’s window peering down the halls of the kee

Maiev awoke in her cell back in the Black Temple, but to behold an oddly familiar sight, Illidan stood in her cell, the door open in a familiar fashion to how she use to visit him, he knelt down, his wings folding behind his bad as he looked to her with a calming look. “Now does this not feel like deja vu, I remember I was the one locked up, and you knelt before me like this.” His rubs his chin all smug. Maiev trying to keep her bravado as she spoke with a calm collected tone, “I remember it as such as well.” Preventing herself as much as she could from leaping from the bed side to try distract him as much as she coul

The next day Maiev visited Illidan’s cell, walking through the hallowed halls of the Wardens outpost, head strung high, armour causing echoes through with each step she took, as she reached his cell, the Warden stood with a slight distant look to the massive doors, remembering Illidan’s words like she had them on repeat in her mind, “When you are faced with the decision of impending doom, or stopping an invasion for your own sanity, then come and lecture me on how my actions were wrong.” These words replayed like a question in her mind more than a challenge, she entered the room closing the large doors behind her, sam

Chapter 1: Loves True Form Throughout the halls of the Black Temple, battles were raised, sounds of metal colliding to the storms of war, as heroes ascend the hallowed halls, the silence of the entire Temple, only making echoes to the sound of footsteps, Plate, Leather, Mail, Cloth they all sounded four times louder in those halls as they continue to weave through mobs of demons. Elsewhere in that Temple, two troubled souls merely remain caged to their own demons, both with a connection drawn beyond that of sight, but of body and soul, one sits atop the vile temple, clinging to relics of the past, a skull his only form of companion, not by