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World of Warcraft: Yegher's Folly

Note: Originally written on Inkvite by 'Courtney Ball' & 'undormant'. Based on characters I created and played/played with in World of Warcraft. A fanfic, enjoy! Parts 1 & 2 here as one story.

"I never wanted any of this to happen"
"Nor did I."
"That's not true. You planned this from the beginning you sick, evil-"
"It would be wise to not say much more." I rolled my eyes. All this guy needed was another victim. All he needed was me. Not that I'm sure he knew it yet.
"This girl has Alexandria's Genesis," said the six foot hunter Elven man named Yegher, "their eyes, hair and blood all purple. They are rare, the most valuable hunt."
"And you poisoned her," I said, "the act of a coward not a hunter."
"I was only being merciful. Seems to me as though poison is less painful than a knife to the chest, don't you think?"
"It seemed quick," I told my childhood friend, "none of this is like you. Tell me, finally, what this is about. How many more have to die?"
"Until the Apothecary at Undercity say stop, until they've found a cure for this Forsaken plague."
"You cannot save... 'her'."
"Yes I can! I have to! I need to."
"You can't do this. It's impossible!"
"Not anymore."
We were talking about Laytonia, his partner of many years. They had hunted together before she had become infected in battle, turned into an undead Forsaken. He had seen her, spoken to her since but she no longer wanted anything to do with him.
"She can be cured," he wept.
"No she can't. You must stop. You are going to get yourself killed!"
He wouldn't listen. Yegher put the body in cloth & summonsed his X-53 Touring Rocket, the finest of Goblin engineering. We rode to the Shrine of Aviana, we tried to hide our contempt for the Night Elves & took a flight path to Orgrimmar. We then got the Airship to Undercity.
No matter how I attempted to convince him, he wouldn't listen. I wish he would. Somehow I would have to convince him.
"I love you," I told him as we stood outside the Apothecary dungeon with the body, "I've loved you since before you got with Laytonia."
"So, my dear Hearter, the truth comes out, now we see your agenda."
"It's not like that!"
He softened, "no... I've always known."
"But how?!" I demanded. There was no way he could have known.
"You're always blushing around me. And staring. Plus the look in your eyes gives it away."
"So... What now?" I asked.
Yegher didn't answer, he gave me a cold look, picked up the body & carried it down.
He asked the undead scientist, "what progress have you made?"
"I need more, ten was not enough."
I shrieked, "how many?!"
Then the Apothecary's eyes lit up as he inspected Hearter more closely.
"You." he whispered and slowly pointed a finger at me, "I. See. You."
The Apothecary grabbed some dust from his pocket & blew it in Hearter's face, revealing her true hair & eye colour - purple.
"You are a Good hunter" said the Apothecary.
Yegher had the decision of his life to make.

"You led her right here," said the Apothecary, "how clever you are, 'alive' could be useful, I could blood-let her."
I pleaded, "Yegher?"
He looked betrayed by my secret, all my life it had been hidden, "I'm sorry."
Clarity & anger came together on his face, he said "cage her."
"Wait! No! Please hear me out! I can explain!" I begged.
The Apothecary beckoned the 8 foot tall Undercity Guardian and it took me away screaming. I was taken to a dungeon room nearby and he knocked me out.
When I awoke I was strapped to an operating table with tubes in my arms.
The apothecary loomed over me, "purple blood!"
"Please. Don't do this! I can explain! I'll do anything!"
Eventually I blacked out from shock or lack of blood, and when I awoke I was in a cage, hanging from the ceiling.
Yegher stepped out of the darkness, I said "Yegher! Help me!"
"I will," he looked regretful as he took his knife and tried to pick the lock from below.
I smiled hopefully as I watched him picking the lock. He almost had it unlocked when the door cracked open.
"Blowplac" I whispered at the smiling 'tank' Orc, part of our crew of friends.
"Wait outside," said Yegher and the Orc did just that.
I asked, "having trouble with that lock?"
"You should be grateful I'm saving you."
I was incredulous, "it's your fault I'm here!"
How could he?!
"Yes," he said, "you're right, it just came as a shock seeing you had the condition."
"It happened at puberty, my mother realised there'd be people who sought out my tainted affliction."
"I should've known, no wonder you're such a good healer, it came naturally to you."
"But why did you have to lock me in here?!"
"I was angry, and torn, I was selfish thinking of Laytonia, and I felt betrayed, forgive me."
"You've heard the rumours," I said, "these Apothecaries are only interested in creating a super plague stronger than their last one."
He knew he'd been foolish, "I know!"
"You must fix this! They will kill everyone and they will not hesitate to kill you too!"
"It is unsure whether the Forsaken leader Sylvanas is loyal to the horde or not. I'm no hero in case you hadn't noticed, I'm one Blood Elf, not an army, I can save you and we can run back to Silvermoon."
With that he finally got the lock open and helped me down.
"What about Laytonia?"
He sighed heavily & for the first time since childhood he held me, innocent, in need of comfort.
"It would be better if she were dead," said Yegher, "I'll have to try and forget about her, and concentrate on the living."
With that he looked me in the eyes and kissed me.
Later, we were all able to escape back to Elven city Silvermoon. We were safe for the time being, and I was unashamed of my colouring. Yegher was often sad about Laytonia, knowing she was out there, afflicted as a member of the undead army. Overall I made him very happy and helped him move on with his life, and he made me happy also.