Warcraft 3: Broken Blessings

Chapter 18

"Rosalia isn't in the garden!" Perhin said with a form of panic when he walked to where Kael'thas was. "I don't know where she is!"

"Perhin, calm yourself," Kael'thas sighed. "I'm sure she's fine."

"Where's Malfurion?!" he growled and paused at the hand on his shoulder.

"Look," the Blood Elf prince said. "our Master is training her."

"Master? Wait...no! No, that can't be!" Perhin gaped.

"It is. Do you really think she learned how to use her magic on her own?"

"You idiot! He has her right now! Alone!" Perhin hissed.

"For training..."

"No. Not for training. She isn't in the garden, Kael'thas. He took her away!" Perhin grounded out in slow, careful words. Kael'thas paused. Now he stiffened. "Good. You get it. Right?"

"I need to contact someone. Now," Kael'thas muttered out and turned quickly. When he saw that Perhin was right behind him, he seemed to sigh. It couldn't be helped. He also knew that Perhin was her personal guard. And he was immune to her in full. If she lost control of her magic, he would be vital in reaching her unaffected to bring her back under control.

"Who are you contacting?" Perhin asked.

"Remember who helped us out in the very beginning when those dogs from the Alliance tried to bring us down?" Kael'thas asked, as he moved to where a small river was.

"You mean...?!" Perhin blinked.

"Yes. Them," Kael'thas said and pulled out the summoning sphere. Within minutes, Lady Vashj had appeared with a small escort.

"Kael. Good to see you," she chuckled. "Ah. You brought your Commander. How quaint."

"My lady, Rosalia is missing. So is our Master," Kael'thas said.

"Truly? So, he was serious in wanting to be with her," Lady Vashj mused.

"What?!" Perhin asked with shock.

"He accepted her as his apprentice. Something must have transpired to have made him suddenly play out his hand. The past few nights showed intense study and tutelage with her. He decided to make her his apprentice to his arts," she shrugged.

"No..." Perhin whispered out with despair. "She can't learn his techniques! It will harm her!"

"And how do you know this?" Kael'thas asked.

"Think about it. She was always around life. Around joy and happiness. Illidan has been locked away for ten thousand years, and he has a lot of hatred built up in him. You only wanted revenge for our people. He has a form of vengeance on a completely different level than you. He has actually done things to empower himself. All of this negativity is going to build up in her. It will hurt her more than she knows," Perhin warned. "She won't know how to handle it."

"Hmm..." Lady Vashj frowned. "I don't like to admit this, but you may be correct."

"Where did he take her?" Perhin had to ask now.

"I think I know where," Kael'thas sighed. "Do you remember the place we helped him take control over before coming back here?"

"The wasteland..." Perhin grimaced. Then he paled at a thought. "Rosalia has the gift of creation. That place he took her to...if she thinks she can heal it..."

"She'll kill herself if she tries. Won't she?" Kael'thas paused at the thought now.

"I don't know. But, I don't want to find out. I am her guardian and protector. I need to be at her side at all costs. I need to get to her. Now," he growled.