Of Fond Memories [Skyrim and WoW one shots] (Requests Closed)

(WoW) Thalyssra- Bound By Arcane

(Note: it appears that the art I used here is from deviantart or a lookalike website but google searching only bought this image up with numbers as title and no mention of who created it. If you guys know the artist, let me know and I'll credit them)
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(Enjoy the music, all the credits for it goes to Blizzard and the YouTuber who uploaded this version of it, I cannot really spell out the channel name here as it's in a language I'm not familiar with, but searching "Shal'Aran" their video appears right at top)

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The sun was rising, the once dark sky was now slowly turning into shades of azure, then slowly the shades of red scattered throughout the sky. It was a magical view, especially from high places where one could see the sun before anyone else.
A small smile curled (y/n)'s lips, he felt a little happy to see the sunrise, he gets to see such a sight so rarely.
However this scenic view of sunrise from this high tower didn't really caused him to wake up so early. A letter had arrived the other day, calling for adventurers from all around the world to the magical city of Dalaran, which had been moved above the Broken Isles now.
(Y/n) could see the violet crystals from here, it was welcoming, it was beautiful. But as his adventuring days were all in past, he didn't really saw a reason for it to visit crowded cities like Dalaran, he would probably throw the letter in the rubbish bin if not for the mention of "Suramar".
Ever since his days as an apprentice mage, he had a great fondness for old cities and ruins, and ever since then he longed to study anything new about Suramar. This letter proved as a great opportunity to fulfill that dream and he definitely wouldn't let that chance go by.

By ten in the morning, almost all the recipients of the letter had crowded in the city, either watching the beauty of it or just there to pass time. Very few of the adventurers were actually interested in the Suramar matters, (y/n) was a bit surprised but he somewhat expected that to happen.
There seemed to be a problem at the Violet Citadel, as an argument was going on among two mages, while the other mages attempted to cast spells on a purplish orb in middle of the room. But it didn't seem to respond to anyone, while a night elf discussed something with the Archmage Khadgar about the orb.
As (y/n) entered the chamber, everyone took a moment to glance at him before minding their own business
"Greetings Archmage, your letter mentioned something about a crucial spell that needed another mage's attention?" The blood elf mage asked as he entered the Violet Citadel, just as he did, the purplish orb suddenly began to shimmer, responding either to the mages or to the arriving mage, at the middle of the room. (Y/n) stopped at his pace and stared at the orb in surprise.
"Greetings mage, yes, that curious object" Khadgar replied "It wouldn't answer to me, or to anyone else... I assume you can try to decipher whatever it is trying to say?" he said, preparing a defense spell just in case the orb ends up attacking everyone.
"Hmm... let's see" he said he took a closer look at the shimmering orb, inspecting it for a few moments before he stretched out his hand and attempted to tap into the magic of the orb.
Startling everyone present, an apparition of a very strange looking humanoid appeared in the room, speaking a language that no one was familiar with.
The apparition introduced herself to be "First Arcanist" Thalyssra and mentioning the land of Suramar before disappearing.
With her disappearance, the orb disappeared as well. After a moment of silence, Archmage attempted to open a portal and it worked.
"Well that was a little odd" he said "but it worked didn't it, Now adventurers be careful as the land of Suramar is ancient and mysterious" the Archmage warned.
Something about that apparition was very strange, (y/n) thought, it held an uncanny resemblance to somebody he had known too well in the past... even he had almost suffered from such a condition. Whatever it was, he knew that he had to get into the bottom of this.

Her eyes waited, hiding in the high branches of a tree, among the rosy leaves, her slender figure helped her to stay completely immobile and soundless. Thalyssra's eyes watched fearfully the Nightborne soldiers casting all kinds of detection spells to find her. Ever since Grand Magistrix Elisande turned her back on them, she had been hunted, day by day, moments after moments she had to look twice over her shoulders just to accomplish the simplest task.
"She isn't here, we already checked" one soldier said, annoyed. The other soldier nodded after a while "she isn't... you're right" he replied before the two went about their ways.
Thalyssra sighed of relief before getting down from the tree, only now she noticed the strain in her bones, and way her body refused to listen to her. Sitting down at the roots of that tree, she consumed any of the last mana shard she had. Her mind slowly calming down, the energy of the shard traveling through her veins,  bringing her a temporary peace.
Thalyssra slowly let her stiff posture relax, unknown to her, she quietly began to hum a soft, familiar melody. A melody she used to hear, ten thousand years ago, in the inns of Suramar city, oh how she longed to have those days back. To be able to walk in its flowery roads, to be able to smell her favorite dusk lilies, to taste the sweetness of Arcwine and sharing a laugh with a company of friends.

Thalyssra sighed when she realized that those days are now long gone, she can never be the First Arcanist Thalyssra she was, loved, admired and trusted by her people. She was just Thalyssra, who no longer knew who she was, she could do nothing for her people as they withered away.
"I believe you are... Thalyssra?" an unfamiliar voice asked. The Arcanist turned her head to find a pale elf garbed in the regal outfit of a mage, his eyes emerald, walking up to her. She had never seen his like, he was no Nightborne, that means her calls for help had finally been answered and there still is hope.
"I am... you are not from Suramar, are you?" she had trouble speaking after a long time of not talking, she still couldn't believe that a stranger had arrived in the land that had been isolated from the world for an eternity
"I'm not" he confirmed "I was able to find you by the echoes that you left behind, I am (y/n)" he introduced himself and with a lot of effort he smiled, as the dreadful condition of the Arcanist only raised grief and pity in his mind
"It is good to meet you (y/n), as you have already seen that the people who live here are already at a war against their own" she replied
"And it seems that a strong sustenance has been taken from you and the ones who refused to follow the betraying leader" he said, his expressions were blank as if he had known all of this too well
"How do you know that?" Thalyssra asked, she was surprised at the accuracy of his words
"It is the same fate that we suffered from as well... the hunger, the madness and the endless search for peace without our font of magic... I have seen it... felt it" (y/n) said in grief, a wave of his people's dark past rushed through his mind, he still couldn't forget all of it, he could never be the same person he was before the fall of the Sunwell.
A tear trickled down Thalyssra's gaunt cheek "I'm sorry for what you had to go through... I know that pain, that hunger too well" she sighed, her withering body spoke of it.
"But we have prevailed, and so will you and your people" he smiled, trying to comfort her as he gently wiped her tears away. (Y/n) thought something to himself before he stretched out his hand to the Arcanist
"If I may?" He asked.
Thalyssra, with a confused look, placed her hand on his outstretched hand, while (y/n) enclosed all of his fingers on her hand.
Slowly she began to feel peaceful, a soothing touch of arcane began to ease her scarred soul, bringing a smile on her lips because of the magic's peaceful presence. When she looked at (y/n), she saw that his once emerald eyes were glowing in a shade of blue but only momentarily before they went back to normal. "Perhaps you feel a little better now?" he said, a slight presence of weakness can be heard in his voice
Thalyssra looked at her once bony arms to find them normal again, her face was restored and she felt stronger than ever.
"You... transferred a portion of your arcane energy to me? It could've harmed you... why did you do that?" Thalyssra asked, no one would even think of doing what (y/n) but here they were
"I couldn't watch a person die in front of me, I had to" he smiled "now, we have a home to retake" he looked at the spires of the Nighthold
"We shall..." she looked at him, eyes filled with tears before she too, looked at the Nighthold.
There was finally hope for the Nightfallen, there was finally hope for Thalyssra, she would fight the demons away with her kind savior and take what is rightfully theirs.....