Changing into a nightgown, she crawled into bed, pleasantly tired and absently wondering where her husband was. She assumed that he was out hunting—something he did from time to time. He would be back by morning. She snuggled under the covers and quickly fell asleep.
She was woken by a noise. The guild stone was on again—something continuously bumped it on while they were in Shattrath.
Groggily, she stared at it, muttering, “What?”
It sounded again… a woman’s voice was speaking and someone was giving a cry of pain in the background.
She came fully awake, her eyes wide as she suddenly realized that she recognized the voices. Selena was with Sol and the sounds of pain and clinking of chains told the rogue that the woman was not interested in reconciliation of old grudges.
Quickly she donned the leather armor that she had been issued from Orgrimmar. Slipping on a leather mask to protect her face she pulled out a pair of short swords, running poison over each blade.
“I think you will find that you are a little too late…” Selena’s voice sneered to her. “Care to see if you can save him?” She gave an ugly laugh, “I doubt it. Better hurry, he’s fading fast.”
She wasn’t certain how the warlock was speaking to her, but at the moment, she didn’t care. The woman told her where Sol was being held and for the moment that is what mattered.
“It does not matter where you go, I will find you,” Scarlet said coldly as she moved from the house and blended into the shadows outside. “Make your peace.”
But, it was not Selena who died that night.
(New entry in a plain brown leather journal.)
I thought I had lost him… in fact I had for a small moment of time. I cannot say what happened, what breathed back into him, but only that whatever it was brought him back. I underestimated the amount of hatred that Selena had for him and his brother and I underestimated her drive to make the connection between the two of us.
I gave him what help I could, a healing potion, but that was all I could do. His injuries were severe and I did not have the strength to move him, but I found his hearth stone and sent him to Dalaran. Someone there will hopefully take him to the healers.
I called his brother to come to Dalaran; he needs to know what happened and who caused it. I will need his help in tracking her down. Now I am waiting in the infirmary for Xal. Sol was sleeping when I arrived and there is nothing that I can do.
The woman with the brown hair sets down the journal as tears threaten to stain the pages. She gives a shaky sob and runs a hand over her face. Soon, fatigue overcomes her as she watches her sleeping husband. There is something different, she just does not know what and is too tired to ponder it. Her eyes slowly shut and her head tilts back against the wall.
A healer looks over from the counter where is she working on bandages and pushes a wayward strand of pale gold hair back behind her ear. She picks up a blanket and walks over to lay it on the sleeping woman before turning to check on the man in the bed. Satisfied, she moves to another patient.