Author: Rick
It had been some time since Nairii had joined the Echoes on their trip back to Azeroth, unlike the other Echoes who were returning home Nairii was leaving hers. Draenor, her home, she had seen it decimated by the Iron Horde and the Fel-Legion, had lost loved ones and all that remained of her childhood homestead was fel-scorched rubble. She had lost everything, although as she learned more about this alien world was thankful that her Draenor had been spared the almost total destruction of this worlds Outland's.
She had split off from the Echoes early on, eager to find her place within this magnificent new World, she spent much of her time studying the history of Azeroth, the Outlands and the Burning Legion. Her self-inflicted sojourn away from the Echoes wasn't entirely to learn, she had felt great loss with the passing of Consul Mahdaan, a true Vindicator and wielder of the light, she had warmed to him quickly and admired him both as a mentor, warrior and most importantly a friend. She still saw him sometimes in her dreams, ethereal and glorious, stronger with the light than most souls she had seen walking the path to Auchenai. He appeared in his prime, younger than when Nairii had known him, dressed in his familiar Justicar armour hefting his mighty Hammer with ease, he would talk to her although she could not hear his words, she longed and struggled to make them out but they were like rain drops upon the Ocean. Somehow she knew or felt what he was trying to say though and as such she had set off for Stormwind.
The Echoes had helped her to avenge her family, mete out justice against the Iron Horde and the Burning Legion and every day since coming to this World the fire of hatred burned in her less and less, but she could not shake this feeling of unease this swirling gnawing doubt that things were far from over. Her reverie was broken when for some reason her Fey-Dragon mount swiftly shifted direction, diving wildly for solid ground. Nairii cursed under her breath, perhaps bringing the beast over from Draenor hadn't been the best idea, she hopped off and immediately the oversized lizard skittered under the nearby trees, blinking wildly before shifting its scales and seeming to blend into its surroundings. Nairii threw her hands in the air and turned her back on the dumb creature. "Light help me, fine! Take a moment to rest" she began to rant but it was cut short.
She felt it before she heard it, like a tingling on the back of her neck, the air changed around her like a great storm was rolling in. But she knew this was no storm, glancing over her shoulder she saw it, a great wound in the sky seemed to grow larger with each passing second. Great green balls of fel-fire began to rain from the sundered sky and winged shapes began to descend, wheeling and screeching towards the vulnerable world below. The Legion had returned, Nairii looked to her saddle bags which resembled a mobile armoury more than anything, on Draenor she had fought with fury, her motive had been pure retribution for her loss, but this was not Draenor, instead of the familiar heft of her old hammer she grabbed a much shorter mace partnered with a shield, no her motivation here on Azeroth was much different, now she fought to protect her new home and her new friends.
To be continued...
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