Deception (a World of Warcraft Fanfic)

Rest in Peace

I had to swallow my pride as I walked into Domination Point one last time to gather my things. No one knew what to make of it, some ran away, some just stared, wondering why I was here.

Those who ran upset me, they actually thought I came back with the intention of hurting them after I had betrayed my friends so many times to save them. It's like they didn't even know me anymore. "Hey, it's me, Saerah, remember me?" I wanted to ask, but continued on. I didn't want to spend any more time than I had to here.

My room was as I had left it. I sighed in relief to find my letters from Baine were all in place. Once I was done, I felt along a shelf just out of my view to make sure I had everything. I found the necklace Anduin and Valurine had given me, which I had removed last night before bed.

...Only I didn't. I never really fell asleep last night, I was poisoned. I reached back up once more to we if I had been left anything else.

Two unopened envelopes sat on the shelf, one plain, one with the warchief's seal.

The first was from Nazgrim.
"Kid,
I still remember the day in Northrend I was approached by a young tauren, no older than ten, and asked "What needs killing, sir?". I wasn't sure weather to laugh or be concerned until I saw you practicing on the targets. Then I realized you were no soldier's unsupervised kid. I sent you to deal with a camp of alliance scouts in the east, you returned with five tabards. Sometimes I think it was I who taught you to hate the Alliance, that you were always tolerant of their existence. For the past five years I have taught you nothing but hatred for them, and it came as a shock to me when you showed such compassion for them. You're draenei friend came here to kill me, I couldn't just let her go. She was a danger to all of us, and if it weren't for you and Kiryn, many, if not all of us, wouldn't be here. I understand you may wish to leave, and if you do, I wish you the best. In life, we can either do what is right, or what we are told. Your choices define you.
-Nazgrim"

I took a deep breath as I slipped the letter back into it's envelope. It wouldn't be easy to leave, but I didn't have the stomach to see the blood stained dirt surrounding the bonfirefire every time I passed it.

The second letter was an invitation from Garrosh to witness the ringing of the divine bell. It was formally written and signed by the Warchief himself. I read the invitation over and over again. No... no, no, no! This had to be wrong. The ringing of the bell was tomorrow, I was to speak to tak tak at high noon for a ride.

I stuffed everything into my bag, rushing for the gate. I needed to warn the Alliance and have Garrosh stopped immediately. I'd use the same excuse as I had with Valurine, the letter was a favor from a friend, a poor decision on Garrosh to invite.

"Saerah, I'm glad you have returned!" I cringed at the sound of Nazgrim's voice. He smiled at me as if nothing had happened last night, "I knew you'd come around."

"The only thing I've come for is my things." I mumbled, readjusting the strap of my bag, which was sliding off my shoulder from the excess weight, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a funeral to attend."

His tone grew serious, "You really wish to honor her? After she tried to kill me? You do realize those were her intentions, right? Saerah she was dangerous!"

"You're dangerous," I kept walking, resisting tears.

"It needed to be done. If it weren't for you and Kiryn I might not be here." He argued.

It hurt because it was true. I paused at the gate of Domination Point, "The letter, which one was it?" I asked, not turning to face him. I didn't want him to see me cry.

"Ah, doing what's right, and doing what you're told..."

"Which was it?" I repeated, "I need to know..."