Broken Shards

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This story is a short tale related to Edala and her past self; Irisi, and is still being developed.

The moon glowed in the black sky, starlight glimmering down from the heavens upon the sleeping subjects of Stormwind City, however in one small house facing the Cathedral of the Light, one Draenei was finding the silence intolerable. Edala Raidenovtich had tossed and turned, trying to find some solace, and yet the feather mattress and wooden bed only reminded her of the glass sleeping arrangements and magical coverings of which she was so accustomed to during her years on her home world of Argus, and her old residence inside the Citadel of Mac'Aree. Finding the weight upon her mind intolerable, and braved the cold night to enter the Blue Recluse Inn, a public house where she knew that no person with a full purse and secrets to forget would be turned away. She had set the glass of Dalaran White on the table outside, where she could watch the squirrels run around in the moon light. Looking around she saw only two Night Elves professing their love for each other, and a gnome and dwarf speaking of matters concerning the upkeep of the Ironforge Tram system. Everything else was still, and Edala's mind started to wander...

"Ah, so you've found your way here," said Zhargar the Magi Supreme, "Excellent." Irisi felt nervous, Zhargar was a mage, and she was a sorceress. Those two social classes, similar in powers, where normally avoided by one another. "I am glad you have come, I have found some extraordinary evidence against your mentor." Irisi's face was now showing her fear, but she quickly changed her features into a look of interest, "I don't understand what you mean.....Evidence? But for what?" Zhargar looked at Irisi, with the same feeling of a schoolmaster and an ignorant child "Why, don't pretend you don't know what your mentor is doing. If she even is merely your mentor now. I know the rumors about you two, and yet such things are unimportant, if you don't know then these documents prove it, she is delving too far into the Forbidden Arts!" Iris's face sunk even more, the Forbidden Arts, as they are commonly known in Arcanist circles, are magical spells primarily dealing with the powerful elements of Matter, Space and Time. "I....I don't know what you mean," Irisi barely squeaked out of her mouth. "Ha!," the Mage's arrogance showing in his tone, "Of course you do! I knew something was up in your division. I didn't mind when Lady Arutimishia declared the Sorcerer's Alliance an exclusively female organization, the overspill would just have come to me and my mages, but the Forbidden Arts threaten everything we have created on this world." Zhargar moved to the parabolic mirror comprising the far wall of his study which allowed a view into the city of Mac'Aree and the countryside beyond. "After all, who could want to destroy all this?"

Irisi knew she was under orders, Lady Arutimishia, Shia to her and only her, was very clear with that. Maybe it could be made to look like an unfortunate accident. Already she felt a sliver of ice slither it's way up her arm. In a few seconds, a large sharpened icicle was levitating just above her arm, ready to fire. "So, when you return...." Zhargar froze in fear when he noticed the seemingly harmless sorceress poised to kill him. "I'm sorry" Irisi spoke in a soft voice, "I'm so sorry." The piece of ice shot from Irisi's hand into Zhargar's stomach. Clutching his abdomen, he fell against the glass wall which broke underneath his weight. Irisi ran to the broken window, and stared as she watched his near lifeless body fall silently, until the mist obscured him from her sight....

"Excuse me, miss?" said the waiter, staring at Edala's blank face, "Are you finished?" Edala broke out of her trance "Hm? Oh, yes, it was very nice, thank you." Wanting to leave before the waiter left, she slipped a few pieces of gold unto the plate he had set down to place the now empty bottle of Dalaran White onto, much more than the actual price was. "Alright, madam, I'll have your change in just a moment, if you wouldn't mind waiting", Edala smiled at him as he made his way back inside the building. When he came out, he had found her seat empty, and written in neat handwriting on a small piece of paper were the words "Keep the change". The waiter silently sighed to himself, and started to clean the outside tables and chairs, before heading home to his wife and children for what remained of the night.