“Anslym! Let go, you’re hurting me!” Kylinda complained as she used her free hand to attack the vice grip Anslym had on her other hand.
“No, I know you we’re put up to this. If I wanted a travelling companion I would have written a letter to Nobundo or the Earthen Ring, but never would I ever want a Paladin as a travelling companion.”
Kylinda finally got her hand back once they were by the canal that separated the trade district from the old town. All the other patrons of Stormwind seemed oblivious to their argument. Blinking back tears, gritting her teeth, and steeling her courage she began to respond.
“Do you think I wanted to come all the way from The Exodar to find some washed out Paladin who resorted to squatting in the dirt and whispering to himself? If you ask me you’re and idiot for not staying with the Light, tell me was it worth it?” Kylinda cringed as she heard the words pouring out of her mouth. She couldn’t help herself, seeing such a promising vindicator just drop out of their faith and turn to something so primal and prehistoric.
“Squatting in the dirt and whispering to himself? Nice, classy even. I was there cleaning up the Argent Crusade’s mess up in Northrend. I ascended those cursed halls, I took down the Lich King’s lieutenants. I was there! Now when the Azeroth needs Shamans and Druids the most I’m being prosecuted for my change in faith?” Anslym felt sick, this paladin didn’t do anything, she was most likely just a pawn in some larger scheme of things; she was just a face at the way his people worked. The Light was renowned, the elements were tolerated.
“I know you were there, no one was calling into question your heroic acts in Northrend, it’s just…” Kylinda bit her lip.
“It’s just what!? Answer me this one question, why do you care what happens to some washed out Paladin, as you said before?” Anslym was genuinely curious to see if it just was a plan and it was all out of her hands or if she indeed played some part in it.
“I don’t care,” That was a lie. The very fact of it was that the only reason Kylinda was a Paladin was because when she was a lost teenager, an orphan in one of the many Draenei settlements that dotted Outland, she had no idea what she was going to do. It was during the months that the Orcs began attacking that she was sitting in the town square when a group of Paladins marched through the town square. When she saw one particular Paladin with his dark hair pulling back into a ponytail, a heavy jewel encrusted mace in one hand, and a thick tome in the other she knew what she was going to do. She scurried through the throngs of people gathering at the town square where the Paladin’s were giving blessings she asked the Paladin his name.
“Anslym,” he replied.
And now he doesn’t even remember me thought Kylinda.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To the fountain to get to the bottom of this.”
Once they arrived at the fountain Anslym began digging into his various bags pulling out a mortar and pestle and a large variety of different herbs and began crushing them and pounding them together with such force Kylinda was surprised that he hadn’t cracked the bowl yet. Anslym was muttering under his breath but the only words she could make out were: “Light”, “Velen”, “Journey”, and numerous curse words.
“What are you going to do with that?” Kylinda asked, genuinely interested in some of the shamanistic ways.
“I’m going to squat in some dirt with it,” Anslym retorted. Kylinda said something that sounded a lot like “Sucking glass bowl” but he didn’t pay any attention to it. Once he was satisfied with the powder he made is grabbed some between his fingers and he sprinkled it into the water of the fountain.
“I just hope he’s close by,” Anslym muttered.
“You’ll see,” Anslym said as a grin touched his lips, I’d like to see her precious light do this. The water became very still and slowly a form started to take shape.
“Anslym? Is that you?” a familiar voice asked.
“It is indeed Nobundo, it’s been a while.”
“Has it?” he replied nervously, “Any particular-,” Anslym grabbed Kylinda’s arm and pulled her into view of the fountain, “Ah. I see you met Kylinda. And you Anslym, Kylinda.”
“Yeah, and he’s very grabby,” she said wrenching her arm out of his grasp. Anslym and Nobundo began conversing in common, and once Anslym got angry he started speaking quickly in the Draenei native tongue. Kylinda was eavesdropping on their conversation till both of them looked at her and back at each other. They then began talking in a language that she had never heard before, it sounded like the crackling of flames. She was just about to ask what they were talking about when she heard Nobundo say her name.
Well I guess that answers that question. These herbs work like magic, it’s almost as if a mage opened a portal. I wonder if I can go through it, if I just poke it with my finger……
Kylinda poked her finger straight into the water, as it turns out it did not work like a portal. Although it did something even stranger. A light began radiating from her finger and it seemed to affect the image on the surface of the water and another image began to form.
“I should have known you had some hand in this, Velen,” Anslym said to the form that Kylinda had just conjured.
“I see you met Kylinda, I hope you too got along-“
“No. I won’t do it, I won’t take her in. I won’t train her, and I most certainly will not be travelling with her. Does she even know?”
“You know as well as I that, that isn’t my story to tell. Just as her story isn’t mine to tell you. I’m also assuming you paid no heed to what she was sent to you for?”
“I didn’t get that far, Prophet. He dragged me to this fountain before I can tell him.”
“Anslym I’m not sentencing you two to eternity together. It seems Mount Hyjal could use some healing, especially in the areas that were affected by the inferno.”
“It’s true, the leader of the Earthen Ring, Thrall has begun summoning Shamans there. Arch-Druid Stormrage has also begun recalling Druids there as well. It seems both are trying to heal the world tree.”
“And what about her?” Anslym pointed a thumb over his shoulder, “She’s neither shaman nor Druid.”
“There are many injured there, she is going to assist in healing. Also there have been rumours of a demon that has been let loose,” Velen replied gently, “Will you go?”
“Fine, only because I have friends there,” Anslym said turning away from Velen to Nobundo, “May the spirits heed your call.”
“And yours as well,” he replied as Anslym walked towards the Trade District.
“May the light give you strength,” Kylinda said to each of the Draenei and Broken in the fountain as she turned and ran after Anslym.
“Do you think they’ll make it there in one piece?” Nobundo asked Velen as the image in the fountain began to falter.
“I don’t doubt the light in both their hearts.”