The sky was an ominous gray, thick heavy clouds took up the sky; they were full, they were tired, and they were filled with tears.
“Just like me,” Gwynvere thought as she shifted all the papers and other items under her arm as she locked up her shop in the park for what would be the final time in her life. Gwynvere Glenanne ran a somewhat successful tailoring shop in the Park district of Stormwind City. It was never too busy so she didn’t need anyone working there but herself; but then again it was never too empty so she could buy herself nice things from the Auction House every once in a while. For you see, Gwynvere Glenanne was lonely. In a city full of people and a world full of adventure she was alone. Her mother, a warrior by war and a seamstress by peace had long since passed, she had been slain in a time of relative peace. Her father had been a member of Stormwinds SI:7, he had been killed during some spy mission against the Horde. Gwynvere wasn’t interested in any of the details because she was a lady and such things were not for her ears. Her brother has just gone off and disappeared without a trace one night, never to be heard from again. Gwynvere Glenanne truly was alone in Azeroth. Sure she had people in her life, but no one she could call her friend. She just greeted the neighbours because it was the polite and lady thing to do. Gwynvere’s favourite part of her day was tailoring a new creation for a noble women in one of the higher classes in Stormwind. On the other hand she hated it when adventurers would stop by and get her to mend their damaged clothes. Some of them were sliced cleanly by a blade. Those were easy to fix a simple neat little stitch job and off they go. Other times they were singed from rogue magi that were out creating mayhem in flying pyramids in the sky. Other times it would be a nice clean slice from some venom coated fang that then began to singe the cloth. Gwynvere had no time for fantasies of adventure to play in her mind and besides it isn’t a lady’s job to go off and save the world, it just isn’t proper!
Gwynvere was to make a stop at the Cathedral Square and then head on to the Harbour, but she never even made it out of the Park. The clouds had finally let lose their tears of sorrow and of fear, as had Gwynvere. A portal began to rip apart the fabric of reality just mere meters away from where Gywnvere stood. An air elemental escaped from the portal and began twisting and whirling about right in front of her eyes. The air elemental had spotted her and let loose a fierce gust of wind in her direction. As she hurtled through the air, she was happy; it was all going to end. And just as quickly as the elemental invasion of Stormwind had started, it had ended for Gwynvere Glenanne.
Beyond the barricade bodies littered the ground. A Dwarven warrior lay, water trickling out of his mouth. A druid in catform had soaked fur but looked to be partially incased within an iceblock. Two humans had been blown against a wall, thier skulls crushed by the impact, a wolf was nudging one of them. Anslym cast a simple healing spell on the wolf to keep its strength up when he heard the mage yell out.
The wolf had moved and the shaman’s healing spell had missed and instead hit the human women who had been so close to death, that he swore when she slipped through his skeletal fingers.
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Something wet and slimy moved across Gwynvere’s hand. It felt like one of the canal slugs that her brother had placed on her neck when her back was turned when they were children.
“She is ill!” a man’s voice echoed off the stone bricks that enclosed Gwynvere.
“I don’t care, dammit!” A gruff man’s voice retorted, “I was told to investigate every lead! Not everyone believes that some blasted dragon blew-up the Park! She was harbouring her brother, he or she whatever could have had a stache of bombs under her tailoring shop and it exploded during the invasion!” The doors slammed open to the room where she lay. She forced her eyes open.
“Get up! Gwynvere Glenanne, by order of the Stormwind Guard I hereby-”
“Oh shut-up!” Gwynvere said.
“Excuse me?” The officer said, “and I said get up!”
“I’m not Gwynvere,” she said as she stood, “It’s just Gwyn- what?” Both Northshire cleric and Guard a like stood there with their mouths gaping.
“So I slept in me underwear? Have you ever seen a half-naked women, Guard Moist Cornbread? With that look on your face I would hazard a guess as to no, you haven’t,” Gwyn said as she pulled on a pair of leather pants that were draped over a nearby chair.
“Now you listen here! I came here to ask about your brother and his disappearance!”
“My brother’s disappeared?!?” Gwyn asked crestfallen.
“Don’t be daft, or are you just stupid?”
“I told you she isn’t well!” the cleric said, “Whats the last thing you remember?”
“I remember Anduin being crowned king, and Bolvar his advisor, why whats happened?”
“You don’t remember anything about what happened in recent years?”
“Years?!? Whats happened to me?” Gwyn asked as she sat down.
“How long can such injuries last, father?”
“Days, weeks, years, they might even last forever.”
The guard grunted, “Well you let me know if she remembers what a scoundrel her brother is.” The guard walked out of the room as Gywn sat down on the bed and felt that slimy thing move across her hand again, she jumped. It was a dog that was licking her hand.
“When we found you just a few meters away from the ruins of the park, he was curled up next to you. He followed you here the whole way, but not before taking a bite out of Guard- what was it? Ah! Moist cornbread.”
“Good boy!” Gywn cooed to the dog.
“That’s some loyal companion you have there.”
“I would have to disagree with you. I have never seen this dog in my life. Although I don’t mind keeping him around. Was I found with anything else?”
“You were found with this letter crumpled in your hand and this,” the cleric motioned to a what looked like a pile of splinters on the table.
“Velma!” Gywn cried.
“My mother’s crossbow! It was given to us my the Wrynn family!”
“I’m sure it can be fixed, but I’m afraid this letter can’t”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, it was in a puddle of water when I found it on my door step. My brother was always impulsive, never really thought things through.”
“Wait, are you starting to remember?”
“No, I never forgot. I just needed an excuse to get Guard Moist Cornbread off my back.”
“Gwyn, although I’ve never met you in person I’ve heard of you and you seemed like a women who would have rather died than just do all the things you did, why-”
“Why did I just show off my body to two strangers, mouth of to a Stormwind guard, and fake an illness to get out of talking to the guard?” The cleric just nodded.
“Can I be honest with you, father?”
“I would be ashamed if you weren’t,” the cleric said with a smile, which Gywn returned.
“I was always in there. My family was always: ‘it can always be fixed with a good punch’. I just knew I needed to be the responsible one. After my mother died all my brother and father did was get into trouble. I needed to be there to somehow scrape a living together and keep my family together, and I hated it! Ever single one of those stitches in every single one of those rich women’s dresses was another stitch to keep me in line and keeping me from becoming like my brother and father, from becoming what you just saw! That night regardless of the invasion or not I was never going back to that tailor shop. I was going to drop off the letter and Velma at my parents graves and then I was going to throw myself off one of the docks and kill myself. I couldn’t stand what I was and I couldn’t stand what I wasn’t. At least with the destruction of my shop its like the destruction of my cage and I can finally be free and go and find my brother!” she stood as she finished, the world spun around and she quickly sat down.
“Maybe you should wait before going off and finding your brother till you’ve rested up a bit.”
“I think I will,” Gywn said as she stripped off her clothing and slipped back into bed, “Father?”
“Yes?” he said, his head just poking out from the door he was closing.
“Do you have any judgements on what I did and what I am going to do?”
“It is not my place to judge others, that is for the light and the light alone. But I will say this, it would have been a shame to see everything your going to accomplish not be even started if you made it to the end of that dock. I’m glad that you unstitched yourself.”
“Thank you.” the cleric only smiled.
“Now only if that letter could point you in the right direction.”
“If only,” Gwyn said with a yawn as she laid back into bed as the cleric closed the door. She though about the letter some more and somewhere in her mind’s eye she saw the letter land on a stream of thought and float away, and with it carrying the last known words of Jarytt Glenanne.