The Blackfang Tragedy

Chapter 11 - Sister

       Crazen could say he didn't like his holding cell very much. The guards constantly shot him glares and usually kept a tight hold on the weapons they held. They called him a 'thing', spitting out racist comments about dragons, calling him a monster.

He didn't understand why they did, dragons roamed everywhere in this world, surely they'd be used to them by now. He supposed they were uneasy because of the 'trouble' Crazen had been in. He hadn't done anything wrong, had he?

He shakes his head, trying to tell himself he did nothing wrong, yet.. he felt really bad. He hoped that the gnome was doing okay, and wasn't locked up here like he was.

Crazen had been in the cell for days, maybe a week. He already had to explain to Naryl and Sth over the connection over what happened, and Naryl had said he couldn't do much. Sth constantly worried, often asking if Crazen was okay. Crazen wondered if Sth was okay with his absense.

He did know that his still healing wounds did not appreciate the space he was in.

He roused from his thoughts as he hears a commotion outside. A guard came inside, motioning for the guards that stood at his cell to leave. When they did, a female worgen entered. She wore a long green nature-ish robe. Her fur was shiny, and she moved with elegance in every step. Once she stood infront of his cell, the three guards moved outside of the room, shutting the door behind him.

The worgen watched him carefully, her gaze full of nothing but curiosity. Crazen felt that she seemed familiar. As if.. as if she could be..

No. That wasn't possible. The person he was thinking of wouldn't come to a city like this. Not without.. someone else with her. But.. no matter how much he denied it, she looked so much like her.. like.. his sister.. before he'd left.

The worgen slid a plate of food into the cell, no longer wary of him. She spoke, her voice gentle and kind.

"Hello."

Her voice.. it sounded so much like his sisters. He hated this torment. However, he decided to truly.. truly check if it was HER.

He let out a soft chittering sound, let it vibrate from his throat. If the worgen was his sister, she'd know exactly who he was.. and to his dismay.. she did. She chittered back at him, moving closer to the bars, tears in her eyes, but smiling. She looked relieved.

''Brother.. thanks the titans.. we'd.. we'd thought you were..''

She spoke so quickly, barely able to speak. And Crazen tried to respond to her, moving his hands, signing with them to try and communicate with her, but it seemed she didn't understand. He moved to trace words into the dirt of his cell, but before he could his guards rushed in, taking Snow by surprise. As Snow turned to face them, once of them sliced at her face with their sword, cutting her eye.

Crazen hissed loudly, spewing fire at the guards, setting them both on fire, and in turn, melting his cell's bars infront of him. He burns his shackles, sutmbling from his cell, grabbing onto his sister and limping as fast as he could out of the prison and into a nearby alleyway, hiding. Through careful guidance, he was able to get himself and Snow out of the city, where they both hid behind a large oak tree. Snow was confused, looking at Crazen with worry.

He moves to touch her head, at her wound. He manages to heal her wound to a degree, but left behind was a nasty scar. He also made note to murmur the incantation he was taught to establish a mental connection so he could speak to his sister.

'Are you alright?'

"What's going on? Why were you in there? How did you..?" She spoke aloud.

'Don't talk. Just focus on my voice, and think what you want to say to me.'

She hesitated.

'Like this?'

Crazen gave a crooked smile. 'Yes.'

Snow hugs him tightly. 'I'm so glad I found you.. after you vanished I thought you were dead!'

'Well, I'm not dead, sissy, I'm okay, really. There was just a little fight.. I've been uh.. busy.'

'Busy?'

'Raising Sth.. saving Sth.. recovering..'

'Sth?'

'Stharakian. My uh.. son.'

'Son? You're not old enough to have children!'

'He's not really my son.. I just found him in my... home.. one day.'

'Right.. so.. where've you been all this time?!'

'..Somewhere.' Crazen looks at Snow suspiciously. 'Is.. HE.. here?'

'Father..? He's not here yet. He probably will be soon.'

As if on cue, there was a loud roar heard in the distance. Crazen began to rush off, Snow panicking. 'Wait! Will.. Will I see you again?'

'I don't know.. Snow.. I can't.. be around him. He'll drag me back again.'

'I'll make sure he doesn't find you! Promise!'

'..I don't know.. maybe.. but.. I've got to get going. Maybe.. maybe sometime you can stop by. Just remember.. you can talk to me through this. Just.. don't tell HIM.. okay?'

'I won't.'

Snow let him go, and Crazen found himself stumbling through Elwynn Forest, sending a quick message to both Sth and Naryl. They'd need to move again. But.. Crazen didn't feel sad.. or bad about anything. If anything, he was.. kind of glad Snow had found him. Maybe they could be siblings again.. just like back at home.

But.. that would happen at a later date.

Crazen sat outside of an abandoned home, waiting for his 'uncle' and 'son' to show up. He bet that they'd both want to know what happened, and Crazen found himself willing to tell them about the person he'd just ran into.

((I'M NOT DEAD I SWEAR. IT'S BEEN OVER A MONTH, IK, BUT I'VE BEEN SO BUSY WITH STORY DEVELOPMENTS AND HOLY JEBEBUS. FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

-Thank Snow for her help w/ this chapter.. and pushing me to write it regardless.))