The Man I Love

A/N: Very very very short chap! Promise to put the next part really soon!! Soooory :(

 

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    There was an atmosphere of tension between all of them, and Crikton glanced at every face; including Zeyhan’s. Their looks met for a moment, and the Elf could notice that the Warrior was nervous, sweaty and agitated, but tried to remain as calm as possible; and on the other hand, Crikton couldn’t believe that the Paladin was so calm at the situation; how was he so sure he’d walk away unharmed?

‘’We cannot let that Elf run.’’ Said a human sitting right next to the Night Elf that had previously interrupted Crikton.

  No one else spoke for some minutes; Crikton’s heartbeat rose again as he finally cleared his throat to speak.

‘’That wouldn’t be the correct thing to do. A life for a life; he brought us hers’’ he said whilst tilting his head forwards and looking at the little girl, ‘’And so we let him keep his’’. He demanded, pleased with himself when the men looked at each other in confusion. Their faces were puzzled, and they still felt threatened by the presence of the Blood Elf sitting a few meters away, but the other human that had come out of nowhere was right… A  life for a life seemed like a fair exchange.

‘’But…’’ Began the Night Elf; his muscled body tensing when he glanced at Zeyhan; then calmness took over as he directed his look to rest upon the small body of the child. ‘’What do we do with-?’’

   Crikton swallowed. He looked back at Zeyhan, and then at the girl. His mind drifted back to times of regret… Well this was the time to redeem himself, he thought, this was the time to make things right and compensate for the bad things he had done when he was fighting in the war.

    Unwantingly, images of a similar situation to the one they had previously witnessed lured in his mind and brought back unwanted memories; undesired emotions that betrayed his heart and soul from now and then. He had done things he wished he could take back; he had acted in certain ways that he fully regretted; but those were things he could not undo. What is done can never be undone; and he had lived with guilt and sorrow ever since. So this was the time to finally make things right.

   He swallowed again as the final images of entire Horde families flashed through his mind; dead children, dead women and dead men. All of them massacred and brought down by him and his friends. He was no different from the Orc and the Troll they had met; but he wanted to, for once and for all, be able to make up for the atrocities he had committed all along his life.

‘’I will take care of her.’’ He finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence that had taken place when his thoughts drowned him for a moment. ‘’Unless any of you has got a better idea or has the slightest knowledge as of where to find any other relatives she might have.’’ He demanded, scrutinizing the men’s faces one by one, making sure no one had nothing better to say.

  The Dranei, who seemed to be the strongest of the men, nodded in approval and finally spoke.

‘’Fine, you take her with you.’’ He answered, looking at Crikton and rising up from the soft, damp grass. He approached the little night elf and crouched beside her, extending a blue, tender hand towards her in order to help her stand up.

‘’And you will slowly walk away and don’t turn back.’’ He spat the words with anger at the Paladin, who immediately was on his feet and walking in the opposite direction. He vanished into the darkness that had taken over Ashenvale; the wind blew hard and the top of the trees shook some of their many leaves down. The night was rather cold, and the tension in the air was soon dissipated by the final agreement of peace. All of the men were disconcerted at the fact that they could not kill the Elf, however, they seemed to take it with ease.



‘’Hey, what’s your name?’’ Asked the Dranei, shaking her soft arm slowly, managing a soft yawn from the elf and then a face full of mystified expressions. ‘’Name.’’ He repeated, this time slower, for the girl to understand.

‘’Ghyra’’ She answered, her voice was high pitched but soft and delicate, almost soothing with only her words. Ghyra looked at the tall, gigantic man beside her and knew she was safe. She might have been young, but a fool and naïve was out of the question.

‘’Do you have any other relatives that might live nearby?’’ He asked, but he obtained no answer from her.

‘’I think she does not know Common’’ Demanded the Night Elf, approaching her softly. He bent his knees and then looked at her, his face up to hers, and asked the same question in Darnassian.

 The girl shook her head from side to side, and then threw herself at the Night Elf, hugging him and recognizing in him a bond of races. He was her equal, and she knew it.

  After a short conversation exchange from the two Kaldoreis, the older one stood up and walked in Crikton’s direction.

     The warrior had been observing and listening to everything, though he understood almost no Darnassian at all.

‘’Her name is Ghyra, she is seven years of age, and she has no other relatives to resort to.’’ He explained, his tone was serious, but however he seemed a bit content that someone had decided to make themselves responsible of her so quickly. ‘’She knows just words in Common, so you must be very graphic and specific when talking to her. And that’s about it.’’

‘’Thank you so much.’’ Crikton answered; he was also thanking the other men in silent bows about the fact that they let Zeyhan walk away unharmed. ‘’I will be on my way now, then.’’