The Man I Love

A/N: Well; I am not completely pleased with this chapter, nor with how the events turned out!!!!!!  :(  but however I'll leave it up to you guys!



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         He had intended to do that the very first moment that his head had began to make up a plan for how the event of things was turning out into. His brain had made every single connection that there was to make, and it now only rested upon him and his ability to resist… His speed.

        Well, Zeyhan considered himself to be a lot of things, like a stucked-up, vain, selfish, somewhat whiny, nervous, and above all demanding person, but he was not a coward. Never a coward.

        Never in his life had he questioned the rules and set of beliefs with which he was raised, and he had been a man who followed rules by the book; always in the best way possible; but not always what was best to be done. Not until he met Crikton his views were narrow-minded and his ignorance and hatred towards the enemy had always been there. But after, he had changed. Of course he did; he began questioning himself about his life and the way in which he lived it. Was it worth living in such ignorance? Factions were not what made people to be good or bad, as he thought of them; but people themselves. People are good, people are bad; we all are a bit of everything… and no real boundaries existed upon them; just the ones that they had created through-out time, and he was surely decided to break them now that he knew that not everyone was like he had originally thought of them.

       As his heart raced and his thoughts took him away to the days in which he, at that very same situation, would have thought that what the men were doing was just Ok, and to the days where he thought he had been always fighting for a fair cause, he glanced at the men around him, and then in a split of a second grabbed the little elf by her waist and ran.

‘’Raynewood Retreat!’’ He shouted as loud as he could for Crikton to hear the message out. He ran fast across the forest and into the dusk, his heart pounding inside him and his stomach withdrawn into a very tight little knot. His legs were faster than the thought that drove him running past trees, bushes, broken branches and the darkening Ashenvale woods, but yet he ran.

    The little elf hanging by her waist at his right side was still crying but her eyes were wide open in shock; her short, dark purple hair messy and swiftly being blown by the wind, and she glanced back to see the men confused about the Paladin’s reaction, and then, as their senses went back to them, the chase began.

       The Blood Elf had of course thought that the men were going to chase after him, and this was nothing new to him as a strong clash threw him flying past some meters away; the small girl still hanging from his side. He landed on his left side, shielding her from the abrupt fall, and he immediately stood up to keep on running. The Orc had charged against him at full speed and was now heading towards him with his sword high in the air. Zeyhan dodged skillfully the swinging blade that just seconds later crashed down, impaling itself with a thud into the soil. The Night Elf shrieked again.

   Zeyhan ran as fast as he could, still holding the youngling. The troll and the Orc chased after him, the other Blood Elf however, was gone. The hooded, blue creature then charged against him, this time throwing the elf right against a big, tall tree. The strong collision made every bone in his body hurt as he bumped his back against the enormous trunk, but he had to keep on running or it would be the end of him. Those men seemed stronger than him, he knew. They were only a match for Crikton, but he wasn’t there…

‘’Be still, Elf, en’ we will do nothin’ to ya.’’ Murmured the Troll, reaching out to grab him by his arm. He moved away and stared at the creature that just looked back at him; his look fixated upon the little she-elf hanging at the side of Zeyhan.

  The Orc suddenly laughed, his low-pitched voice rough and dull as he shouted at the Elf who ran for his life and for the young life he had now made himself responsible of. ‘’Run, or else when we find you, you are dead scum. Traitor to the Horde!’’

   Zeyhan simply swallowed hard as he panted and felt as the weight of the girl, though light and her composure small, was turning into a burden when his body began to show clear signs of exhaustion.

   Crikton had first been too afraid and shocked as to get his body to run, but when he had finally managed to do so, he had already lost trail of Zeyhan. He was unable to find out what had happened to him, and his worried mind spun around the images of the massacred Night Elfs that they had seen, and he could not help to think about Zeyhan in their same position. His heart skipped a beat as he saw the horrid images in his head. He shook himself, remembering what the Elf had shouted… Raynewood Retreat, the small alliance outpost just not too far away from there… Could it be he had reached there in time? Was he safe?

       He began running in the direction he had seen his friend disappear, but he found nothing; and he had also to be careful for the Horde members not to spot him wandering off like that. He saw no trails of blood and no leads on his friend. The Warrior’s mind worked too fast, his heavy breaths turned into loud pants as he quickly made his way towards the Alliance outpost.

    

         For the Elf’s luck, the other two individuals were just a few meters away from him and had only reached up to him twice before he entered running into the retreat. He glanced back only to see the two men standing still, looking at him with rage in their eyes. They were uncertain as to enter the zone because of the imminent danger that they ran being there. But after some doubtful seconds, they chased after him, only halting when they heard him scream.

‘’Horde! Horde!’’ Zeyhan deliberately shouted into the air as clear as he could in common; trying to make himself understood by whomever would hear his screams.

       Luckily, or per say, almost luckily, he was listened by a group of Alliance members that were eagerly chatting by the entrance to the big tree. They immediately stood up and stared in his direction; their looks nailing onto the Blood Elf as he raised the little victim in the air in front of them, for everyone to see. Firstly, for being what he was and looking the way he looked, he was instantly considered a high threat, but was not attacked because of the being that he still held in his arms. Not wanting to involve her any longer, he let go off her; and the little desperate child ran up to the stairs of the place, curling up against the first steps.

‘’I mean no harm!’’ Zeyhan said slowly as he raised his arms in the air, trying to look as vulnerable and harmless as possible; but the men that were staring at him didn’t buy what they thought was a trick.



       Crikton ran as fast as he could, encountering with the two Horde members as he went up the small hill. He ignored them, observing that they were backing away; probably at the sight of Alliance people. He searched around, looking rapidly in every direction, but he couldn’t see Zeyhan, not at least until he reached the entrance to the outpost. He heard agitated conversations as he began to draw closer and closer, and then finally spotted Zeyhan backing away with his arms in the air.

   He gasped and panted in order to recover the air that was lost before he could speak a word. He moved closer, forcing his body forward and against his shortness of breath.

‘’S-Stop.’’ He said, walking in the direction of the five men that were approaching Zeyhan with rather accusing looks. A rather short Dranei looked at him whilst a Night Elf yelled:

‘’Get him!’’ and pointed towards the Elf.

     Zeyhan moved away, dodging a mace which was directed upon his head. He tried not to answer back, proving that he was still harmless and vulnerable for them.

Crikton repeated himself again; clearing his throat.

‘’Stop!’’ But his time his voice had more power and sounded more serious.

‘’Why should we?’’ the Dranei asked, looking at him whilst he walked up to Zeyhan.

‘’That Elf…’’ Crikton had to refer to Zeyhan as a total stranger or else their positions would be utterly compromised.’’...He saved that girl.’’ He said pointing at the weeping youngling.

    The other men laughed, but Crikton kept a firm, serious look upon his face and frowned, looking at them in discontent.

‘’There are an Orc and a Troll around here.’’ He said, moving closer to the men, trying to place himself between them and Zeyhan, but careful of not being too evident about his concern for that elf. ‘’They massacred a family not too far from this place; and as I just passed by I saw...’’

     The Night Elf looked at him in disbelief. His yellow orbs drifting from the Warrior, to the Paladin, and then to the little she-elf curled up on the grass by the stairs.

‘’She looks fine to me.’’ He finally replied, cutting Crikton’s story. His friends approved and moved closer to the Blood Elf.

‘’Because I ran with her.’’ Zeyhan’s common was sharp and his words were meant to be dyed in a somber tone; his face was angry and he looked tired. ‘’I mean no harm. Let me walk away now.’’ He hissed, his patience was running to an end, but he knew that things couldn’t be pushed too far or he would have instantly had the five men and the entire outpost protectors all over him.

‘’Let’s just calm down and have us hear each other.’’ Crikton begged, wisely sitting on the ground and hoping for others to imitate him. Zeyhan sat, still with his hands on the air, and looked at the other men that were staring at him, threatening with their looks. After a short moment, the Dranei sat on the grass but near his friends, however, the other four remained standing.