Story below written by the AMAZING @warsonghold <33
“You…”
The noise and chaos around them – Wardens yelling for order, as prisoners ran rampant through the Vault – was a dim, almost inaudible drone, drowned out by the noise in her head.
He couldn’t-He couldn’t be alive, not now, not when the world was on the brink of destruction once again.
Before her stood a man she loved. Had loved. Her gut twisted in both pain and disgust, as his green eyes regarded her, his expression too soft for such an abomination.
Faeb raised her weapon, green armour glinting in the low light. “Don’t take another step.“
"I don’t know how to explain, or even if we have time.” The demon hunter panted with exertion, clad in the barest of armour and lacking a weapon. Yet she didn’t relax, didn’t drop her guard, knowing what his kind could do with their bare hands.
"Please trust me. Trust in the man you knew, I’m still him. But I had to do what was necessary, just as you did, Faeb.“
It was almost laughable that he would compare them. Here she stood, a Warden renowned for her skill and efficiency, a warrior of steel and iron, tempered by her devotion and discipline. Her nose crinkled at the insult.
The grip on her glaive tightened. "You lost the right to call me that when you threw your lot in with Illidan.” Her voice was a hard edge, lacking the warmth he had cherished and loved. “I thought you were dead, Skorn! I mourned you, your family mourned you! And now it turns out you were in Outland, conspiring with the Betrayer."
She turned to look at the crystal prison that had once been his tomb. "You don’t deserve your freedom.”
