In the dead of night, Tyrynna dreamt of fire.
She recognized immediately where she seemed to be. A small village in Ashenvale, not far from the coast. Everything was burning. Night Elves and their families were trying their best to flee, though many could not escape the flames.
This was the village where she'd been born...
Then how was it Tyrynna, standing over the bodies?
Slowly, Tyr looked down. The light from the fire was enough to get a good look at herself. Her skin was of a much bluer hue. She was much taller than she was used to. Her legs? Real. And two-toed. She could even feel the tiny tusks poking out of her mouth. But one thought crossed Tyrynna's mind.
How the HELL am I a troll?
As much as she wanted to speak, to ask someone where she was, what was going on, she couldn't find the words. It was as if her mind had been severed. It didn't take long to figure out that she was but a passenger on this curious mental journey.
Someone approached. It was a blood elf, clad in tight-fitting leather armor. Her face was masked behind cloth and black leather. Trailing her was a child- a human child, though try wasn't sure how a human would know of this place and time. She'd never seen these figures before in her life, yet somehow knew their names.
"Deceit... Delicate..." the elf's trollish host rasped. The blood elf let out a slight sigh.
"Now, Isei..." The rogue, the one called Deceit whispered. "You know better than that... my name is Aeliandra, remember?"
"And my name is Emily, silly." quipped the child, known as Delicate.
The troll, Isei, ignored the two. "Where... is... she...?" she growled out.
"Dischord is... nearby." Deceit reassured. "The attack has been...successful."
Isei nodded slightly, but frowned. "...This... feels... wrong.........Isei... not want... Destruction..."
Delicate whimpered. "But it's what the Mistress wants, so we have to. Besides..." The human picked up a small doll. "Elf puppets are such fun..."
Isei just shook her head. "Not... want... destruction..."
"Shame that's your purpose... isn't it?" rang out a new voice, one that she recognized immediately... and there was Dischord, standing right behind her... and she looked exactly like Tyrynna.
The scarlet-clad night elf approached the group. "Silly, sillylittleNightElves..." she quipped, moving between the group until she was in front of them. "Always running..." She deflected a spear that rushed toward her with her plate bracer. "Or... fighting a useless littlefight..." She then turned to the three women, eventually laying her eyes on Isei.
"Oh little Destruuuuction!" the elf sang. "I have a.... job for you..." She grinned toward an elven pair, still attempting to flee. The man, a druid, by the looks of it, was standing protectively over his lover, who appeared to be mid-childbirth. From within Isei's mind, Tyrynna found herself in shock.
Wait... Sybelline... and Tristian... Those... those are my parents!
Then, it was Dischord's words that disturbed both Isei and Tyr even more.
"Kill them."
Isei's eye's widened. "No.... not... not want destruction... can't..."
It wasn't long before the troll felt a sharp spike of pain within her mind. Tyrynna felt it just as much- the pain her lost telepathy had brought. Dischord, meanwhile, was approaching the troll. wearing that sick, evil grin.
"You say you don't want destruction!?" The elf cackled. "Lookaroundyou! Evereything is ablaze! So many are dead! Wanna know who's fault it is... well I got news for you, little girl, it's YOU!" Slowly, Isei and Tyrynna's mental bond seemed to sever from the body. Dischord's words were affecting the both of them.
"You ARE Destruction!" Dischord screamed. "Now get off your !@# and ACT LIKE IT!"
Dischord let out a might cackle, and Delicate and Deceit could only stare. Despite her best efforts, Isei found herself approaching Tyrynna's parents. The mother now held one, stillborn infant in her hands, and still laboring in obvious pain, and the father was pointing his staff straight at the troll. It seemed Isei's mind was completely severed, Dischord now in full control. Slowly, the troll raised one of her axes, prepared to strike down the young family...
Instead, the axe found itself cast at Dischord. Deceit held a blade to the elf's throat, and Delicate's hands we're bound by heat metal claws.
"Oh..." the elf smirked. "So THIS is how you treat your Mistress, eh?" Giggling, Dischord ripped the axe out of her stomach and cast the other two aside, into the flames, leaving only Dischord and Isei behind. Dischord once again exhibited that sick grin.
"Come then, little Destruction... time to wake up!"
"Never... again..." the troll rasped, then, she charged, and from Isei's mind, Tyrynna was severed.
((Continued))
She recognized immediately where she seemed to be. A small village in Ashenvale, not far from the coast. Everything was burning. Night Elves and their families were trying their best to flee, though many could not escape the flames.
This was the village where she'd been born...
Then how was it Tyrynna, standing over the bodies?
Slowly, Tyr looked down. The light from the fire was enough to get a good look at herself. Her skin was of a much bluer hue. She was much taller than she was used to. Her legs? Real. And two-toed. She could even feel the tiny tusks poking out of her mouth. But one thought crossed Tyrynna's mind.
How the HELL am I a troll?
As much as she wanted to speak, to ask someone where she was, what was going on, she couldn't find the words. It was as if her mind had been severed. It didn't take long to figure out that she was but a passenger on this curious mental journey.
Someone approached. It was a blood elf, clad in tight-fitting leather armor. Her face was masked behind cloth and black leather. Trailing her was a child- a human child, though try wasn't sure how a human would know of this place and time. She'd never seen these figures before in her life, yet somehow knew their names.
"Deceit... Delicate..." the elf's trollish host rasped. The blood elf let out a slight sigh.
"Now, Isei..." The rogue, the one called Deceit whispered. "You know better than that... my name is Aeliandra, remember?"
"And my name is Emily, silly." quipped the child, known as Delicate.
The troll, Isei, ignored the two. "Where... is... she...?" she growled out.
"Dischord is... nearby." Deceit reassured. "The attack has been...successful."
Isei nodded slightly, but frowned. "...This... feels... wrong.........Isei... not want... Destruction..."
Delicate whimpered. "But it's what the Mistress wants, so we have to. Besides..." The human picked up a small doll. "Elf puppets are such fun..."
Isei just shook her head. "Not... want... destruction..."
"Shame that's your purpose... isn't it?" rang out a new voice, one that she recognized immediately... and there was Dischord, standing right behind her... and she looked exactly like Tyrynna.
The scarlet-clad night elf approached the group. "Silly, sillylittleNightElves..." she quipped, moving between the group until she was in front of them. "Always running..." She deflected a spear that rushed toward her with her plate bracer. "Or... fighting a useless littlefight..." She then turned to the three women, eventually laying her eyes on Isei.
"Oh little Destruuuuction!" the elf sang. "I have a.... job for you..." She grinned toward an elven pair, still attempting to flee. The man, a druid, by the looks of it, was standing protectively over his lover, who appeared to be mid-childbirth. From within Isei's mind, Tyrynna found herself in shock.
Wait... Sybelline... and Tristian... Those... those are my parents!
Then, it was Dischord's words that disturbed both Isei and Tyr even more.
"Kill them."
Isei's eye's widened. "No.... not... not want destruction... can't..."
It wasn't long before the troll felt a sharp spike of pain within her mind. Tyrynna felt it just as much- the pain her lost telepathy had brought. Dischord, meanwhile, was approaching the troll. wearing that sick, evil grin.
"You say you don't want destruction!?" The elf cackled. "Lookaroundyou! Evereything is ablaze! So many are dead! Wanna know who's fault it is... well I got news for you, little girl, it's YOU!" Slowly, Isei and Tyrynna's mental bond seemed to sever from the body. Dischord's words were affecting the both of them.
"You ARE Destruction!" Dischord screamed. "Now get off your !@# and ACT LIKE IT!"
Dischord let out a might cackle, and Delicate and Deceit could only stare. Despite her best efforts, Isei found herself approaching Tyrynna's parents. The mother now held one, stillborn infant in her hands, and still laboring in obvious pain, and the father was pointing his staff straight at the troll. It seemed Isei's mind was completely severed, Dischord now in full control. Slowly, the troll raised one of her axes, prepared to strike down the young family...
Instead, the axe found itself cast at Dischord. Deceit held a blade to the elf's throat, and Delicate's hands we're bound by heat metal claws.
"Oh..." the elf smirked. "So THIS is how you treat your Mistress, eh?" Giggling, Dischord ripped the axe out of her stomach and cast the other two aside, into the flames, leaving only Dischord and Isei behind. Dischord once again exhibited that sick grin.
"Come then, little Destruction... time to wake up!"
"Never... again..." the troll rasped, then, she charged, and from Isei's mind, Tyrynna was severed.
((Continued))
