Where there is life...

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"Tað lovaði eg bæði faðir og móðir,

tá eg í vøggu lá,

eg skuldi ei ræðast tann heita eld,

ei heldur tað hvassa stál."

("I promised my father and my mother,

When I lay in the craddle,

I should not fear the hot fire,

Nor the sharp steel.")

- Torsteins kvæði, traditional Faroese.

Where there is life...

Elizabetha watched them sleep, side by side, calm, peaceful, ignorant of the turmoil that was everywhere on the world of Azeroth. Yes, even in Outland. She found it almost strange that she, the humble daughter of a former farmer-turned-soldier and a blacksmith's daughter - she, a former Missionary of the Scarlet Crusade - she, betrayed by a beloved, hated by the Light-haters, scorned by evil-doers, belittled by profiteers...should know such wonderful and thrilling happiness.

They were so peaceful, so serene, so beautiful. Perfect.

She kissed them again on their foreheads. Waited a minute, and then kissed their cheeks.

"My little gems," she whispered lovingly to them, and happy that her caress didn't wake them up. "My beautiful children."

The rays of the sun tore through the leafcovered roof of the trees of Ashenvale, and the birds sang anew their morning songs. It was a tad misty, but not enough to blot out the sun. Nouala was sleeping nearby, only awoken once during the night when the twins had started crying - yet the crying only reminded her...

"Just a little bit more, life-friend. The head is clear."

''I panted a few times, ignoring the sweat that ran down my face. This was so demanding, so tiring. I'd lost count of the hours since the water broke, since my shock. I am scared now as I was then. Oh, Light, please, let everything be alright!''

''I scream in determination as I push once again. It hurts, but in such an odd way. Just a bit more, she said. Oh, Nouala, I'm so glad you're the one that's at my end, making sure the child gets out alright. I feel the tiny body come out of me. Just a bit more, and it'll be in this world, not bound to me anymore.''

''"There! You did it!" Nouala says excitedly.''

''My head drops back onto the chest of Richeron. I pant, I'm so tired. I feel like sleeping. I feel like just fainting. He gives me a loving smile, kisses me. He doesn't say a word, but his face tells it all. I love him for the smile he gives me, the kiss he plants. Oh, my beloved...''

''A wailing... A voice crying... I look up at Nouala, and in her hands she holds a crying infant. The sound of it is wonderful. My child lives!''

''"Life-friend...your son..." Her smile is wide, so happy.''

''I feel like bursting of joy as I see him. My son! Our son! Oh, Richeron! He's beautiful!''

''I want to weep in my happiness, I want to hold him, to caress him, to love him. My son... My son...''

''But I cannot do that yet. One more needs to be guided into this world. My son's sibling.''

''Nouala hands the infant over to Blueleaff after checking him, seeing if he can breathe perfectly on his own. Then she cuts the umbilical chord and Blueleaff can tidy him a bit. Richeron stays behind me, holds me, comforts me.''

Soon the other can come...