[WoW Fanfic - Short Story] An Unusual Reunion

The halls were quiet. The only sound that was made was the clanking of saronite plate boots on the hard and cold stone floors. Tattered tapestries, with an unusual emblem, and paintings, of different elves with bright sky blue eyes, littered the walls. The ominous Scourge blue was illuminating the walls. The clanking stopped as the silhouette reached one painting; a male elf, with azure coloured eyes. His hair was neat and long, and his face was chiseled and handsome. The painting had a blue overcoat on with a white shirt underneath, and he looked smart. A name rested underneath with just the name "Dawnblood", the first and middle name scratched out. A snicker came from the silhouette and soon the character carried on walking forwards and forwards, his blue and silver coat trailing on the floor behind him. The icy blue eyes glared from beneath the same coloured hood.

The doors to the master bedroom were shattered, hanging off of their hinges. There was no support for the doors, as though something had barged the two down. The four post bed in the middle seemed to be grey with the lack of light, and two elven skeletons rested on top of it, holding hands, their boney fingers interlocking with each others. The character pulled his hood down to reveal his chiseled, but gaunt, face, his long locks of messy brunet hair, the tattered plaits at either side of his head and the missing tips on his ears. The scars on his face seemed to drain all the colour from the elf's face. The runeblade underneath the cloak glowed the same Scourge glow illuminated further than the lights on his armour, and the runes were easily seen throughout the sheathe and the cloak. Mirdan raised a brow and stared at the bodies, the light from his eyes lighting the scene of 'crime', and the light fading as soon as it got about an inches distance from his eyes.

"Mh. You've never had a true burial, have you, Mother, Father?" The low, echoing voice of Mirdan's boomed throughout the hallways. The deserted home now being home to just Mirdan's voice. A smirk graced his lips. "Neither have I. Although I had the pleasure of returning to this life, where as the both of you are still lay here and accepting your death as it came. It was a Crypt Fiend which murdered the two of you, no?" One of his frosted fingers traced the ribcage of the skeleton which could only be presumed as male from the features on the skull. "A bug, murdering the powerful and well respected Baron and Baroness Dawnblood. What. A. Pity." A snicker escaped his nose, seemingly humouring himself by pitying his dead parents.

An arrow shot by, narrowing missing the elf's head - not that it would matter - and soon another arrow was shot at the opposite side of the elf's head from the first arrow. Mirdan turned his head to look towards his attacking, getting a glimpse of them in the dark before coming to where the Death Knight could see. Fel green eyes was seen beneath the crimson hood of the intruding elf. The hood was connected to a cloak, which was patterned with golden lace. It hung around the elf with grace and beauty, as though being at one with the elf. The bow and arrow hid beneath the cloak, and what was shown was the crimson and golden armour which was protecting the elf from oncoming attacks. A furrow of Mirdan's brows and he released his grip on his father's skull, letting his skeleton rest at ease.

"And who might you be that you come and attack an Ebon Knight?" The low pitched voice of Mirdan's boomed once again, staring into the opposing elf's soul, or seeming like to be. A smirk graced the Blood Elf's lips and armoued hands gripping the side of their hood tightly to show the Death Knight her identity. What was shown was not expected; short, brunette hair which was just about tied into a pony tail at the back; a slim face, and the narrow eyes of a Dawnblood. The smirk was on the familiar slim lips of the female, and she returned the gaze to Mirdan's Scourge eyes. "I'm shocked you don't remember your second sibling, Mirdan." A sweet, gentle voice replied with the hint of humour hidden deep within her playful tone.

"And why would I remember you of all people, Taenthra?" Mirdan's own voice returned, his face showing disinterest for his sister.

"I'm unsure, but what an unusual reunion." The female, known as Taenthra, replied with her humoured tone. "I was quite sure that the dead are suppose to not have any emotions or care much for others, yet here you are, only to do, what I presume, but to mourn Mother and Father's death." The brunette female raised her brow and stared at her elder brother.

"Indeed. We are. I am simply humoured by the fact that it was I who was chosen to return rather than mother and father." A snicker once again escaped Mirdan's lips.

"Oh, and how come you are not 'worthy' to have returned? As far as I'm concerned, you did a great deed to our City, and you gave your life for it." Taenthra kept her raised brow and stared at Mirdan with interest.

Mirdan slowly pulled out his large runeblade and swung for his younger sister, only to have it parried by. A smirk was thick on Taenthra's lips as she slid her longsword from the runeblade as frost started to form onto the steel. "Always quick to resort to violence..." Taenthra tutted and jumped backwards, landing as gracefully as a cat, staring at her brother and twisting her longsword by the leather strap at the end of the hilt.

"Well, yes. It's quite mandatory when you're dead as I am, Taenthra." Mirdan followed Taenthra's steps and swung again for her, only to have it parried by his younger sister once again. Mirdan's lips turned into the famous smirk of his as he stared at his younger sister. "You've become quite the fighter, my younger sister."

"Indeed, and you're still as head heavy as per usual, brother." Taenthra smirked and sent a quick fist for Mirdan's head, to which he pulled his runeblade and swung for his younger sister's head, only to have her dodge and take a few more steps back. "Oh, Mirdan! I haven't had a spar like this in years! You put up a good fight for a big lump!" She snickered and stuck her tongue out, tauntingly.

"Mh. Indeed so; I am quite enjoying this spar." Another swing from the runeblade was sent for the leg of Taenthra, only to have her quickly jump over it and avoid it, sending a quick lance for Mirdan's face, which hit. Blood clots started to fall from his face every few seconds.

"Ugh...!" Taenthra scowled in disgust. "You could have told me that your blood had clotted up in undeath, Mirdan..."

"I apologise for stating the obvious." Mirdan kept his smirk as he held his runeblade down. "Does this mean you win, Taenthra?"

"As always, my brother!" Taenthra smirked. A quick twist of the longsword by the leather strap and the longsword was soon sheathed in the lynx hide scabbard which rested gently at the side of her hips. "I suppose if mother and father were here they would have told us to have quit the fighting. They only disallowed it after I gave you that scar and lobbed off the tips of your ears."

"Mh. I got a couple good hits on you, however." Mirdan returned to his neutral expression.

"Yes, but they were only soft ones; never leaving scars! You've got to be fierce, Mirdan, fierce! You're a Dawnblood, not some wussy... noble from the City."

"Like a Bloodshade?"

"Exactly that, my brother!" Taenthra smirked. "Exactly that."

The Death Knight returned the smirk towards his sister as they stared at each other further. "Where have you been? Ralthien gets boring time to time." A shrug returned the question. "I've been across the land, searching high and low. The Sunreavers gladly accepted me onto their ranks when we were caught; somehow they trusted a Sunfury after what had happened at Quel'danas."

"Oh? A Sunfury? Then you must have fought Lord Bloodshade." Mirdan raised a brow.

"Tal'thius? The one they called 'Mister Perfect'? Yes, I've fought him. He's got a lot of blows from me; he was shocked as to why it was I fought against them, but I never gave him an answer. Demons aren't ones to displease, are they? And it is better than teaming up with those pathetic Eredun-failures! 'Draenei' they call themselves. It was better to team up with Kil'jaeden, a true Eredun, than to team up with those failures." Taenthra scoffed and folded her arms.

"I see you haven't changed much, sister." Mirdan kept his brow raised.

"And why is it you say that, brother?"

"Because you never shut up." Mirdan smirked and pulled up his hood, walking past his sister and exiting.

Taenthra scoffed. "I shut up ocassionally." She smirked. "Yes, but not nearly enough. My brain is home to maggots and I am still getting a headache from your chatting." Mirdan rolled his eyes. "I have a duty to do, Sister, we shall meet up here one time and talk more."

"Oh, a 'duty'?" Taenthra smirked. "What duty is that?"

Mirdan turned towards his sister and smirked, waving lazily before walking through the vast halls of his family's home.