Warcraft 3: Broken Blessings

Chapter 15

Arthas was irritated. He was lost in a forest with his troops. For three days, all he's been doing was running around in circles. Everywhere they went was a dead end. He knew he was in the right place, though. His troops had found a Dryad, and the spear he had matched what she had. Now it was just trying to find out his location.

"I'm working on it," Kel'Thuzad muttered when Arthas glared at him. Even as they tried to get a bearing on where they were, they were not unwatched. The guardian had sensed the Undead Scourge. He was in a small bird form, much to Malfurion's insistence for secretive scouting. There were other guardians now, too. None of them were pleased. As they moved off to report, Rosalia's guardian flew back to where Malfurion was.

:I bring distressing news. The Scourge is here. They are trying to find us.: he said.

"That's...most disturbing," Malfurion winced. "I'll have to contact the Druids."

"No need," a Night Elf male resembling the guise of a raven said when he walked in. "We have been informed. Our brothers of the Bear Clans are already mustering to assist in the attack."

"Good to know," Malfurion said.

"Many of us were wondering if she can charge up a scrying stone," he said. "It will help us remain in contact faster."

"That would be an idea! Then we can simply speak through the stones! Hmm. How many do we have that survived to this day?" Malfurion asked when he moved to collect the small, clear stone of a cut circular design. It had etches of the moon with a few stars in a rhythmic pattern all through it.

"We have, oh, roughly ten that we know of. We can make more. It's just a matter of charging them up," the Druid chuckled. "Do you think it can be done?"

"Possibly. Let me ask her," he mused and carried the stone over to where Rosalia and Perhin were staying. He knocked on the door politely, and Perhin answered it. "Bal'a dash! I had a question for Rosalia. May I speak with her?"

"Sure," Perhin nodded and let him in. "I was about to get you, anyways."

"Oh?" Malfurion said. Then he paused at Rosalia's hunched over form. She was clearly in a form of pain. He rushed to her side to evaluate her. "I see now. Your body is rejecting something..."

"She thought she was pregnant with my child," Perhin sighed with a pained look of worry.

"The magic within her may be too unstable to support it. I can...fix this. Only one way, though," Malfurion said with a sad frown. "Is this all right?"

"We worried about this, but it's fine. There will be other chances," Perhin smiled softly.

"If she can control her magic better, then there will be a much better chance for one to thrive. Maybe it's for the best this way," the Archdruid sighed with a touch of regret. He moved to Rosalia's side and placed a hand on her belly. She whimpered and clung to him. She was clearly distraught over this. "Easy now. I know. It's saddening to me, too. Just come with me."

"Let me carry her," Perhin said. A nod was given to him, and she was quickly lifted. Malfurion led them to a healing chamber to let her get placed on a soft, cushioned bed.

"What's going on?" Morissa asked from where she was creating new potions.

"Your daughter may be miscarrying," Malfurion sighed.

"Oh! Oh, no!" she gasped and moved to her daughter's side. "Why do you think this is?"

"I believe it's the magic within her. It's too unstable to support a baby right now. So, her body is doing the only thing it can to preserve itself. There is no other option for it right now," he explained.