Walking A Night Route

Authour: Saerileth
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Brief Information:
Character(s): Saerileth Azhari, Nyle Leves, Geister
Location: Ruined Sanctuary of Azshara
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Saerileth sat with her back against the wall on top of a table. A week ago, she was married. At this very place even. The thought of that made the girl smile warmly. She pulled down her mask and held her head a bit, smelling and listening to the rain as it beats against the ruined debri of the sanctuary. 
Never forgive, never forget.
Rain down, tears of regret.
You've not seen the worse of it yet.
Things were different now, but confessing that of which bothered her was not an easy task to complete. She took out a chain from her pocket that linked through the three signets of her hell. Tonight was an odd night, perfectly set up for rememberances of the past, to dwell on those that bothered her greatly. She didn't want to go running and explaining to Anasyan why exactly these signets caused her trouble, where she got them, and all that information. Would keeping it to herself though be better? Mother Leves had always urged the girl to stay low about them, even if people had asked why she had ran around Silvermoon on a killing spree suddenly, even to her brother. 
But is the link between her and Anasyan different? 
False, see, just merely debri.
Drawn in, crumbing to dust.
Watching it drown.
There was more to the signets than what had meet the eye. So much overwhelming events that they caused still had the girl spinning on her head in confusion. She never told Anasyan this, never to Orphiel, Soluthos, Lokey, Stark...no one. 
The information remained between Nyle, herself, and Geister. Most of Apothecary were involved in research, but none ever really was informed either. Leves wanted it this way, for reasons that never were explained fully to the elf. Saerileth often wondered how mad Leves would be if she had found out the signets were gone from the desk. She had to have known by now, unless it was pure luck to the elf and Nyle completely forgot about them.
But we are embraced.
In the times of dark.
Surely we're not on our own to die.
She held out the signets to look at them better, up at her eye level. Ever since her first encounter to the items, everything had been hell. Originally it was thought to be that a Fel Hound originated the problems, but Leves had confirmed that it was, indeed, the signets that even sparked the interest of the hounds in Arathi Basin. Grimok, an Elf Warlock into demonology, was a friend of Saerileth's and he even tried to remove what he could of the problem. But he wasn't successful. No one has been, the closest is Leves, but then again, only she knew about them. The elf sighed, lowering the signets into her lap and glancing up at the remaining roof of the ruins. 
She tucked the signets back into her pocket, slowly rising to stand. Saerileth shook her head and walked until the rain barely trinkled on her skin, looking out into the sea. She didn't feel right. Her paranioa had increased since a few nights ago, but tried to shrug it off as a 'normal thing'. "Twisting, and turning," she whispered, "You're never going to leave me alone are you?" She slowly began to tear up, blaming herself.
"Why do you think he'd lift the item's curse?" came a voice from behind her. It was Nyle. She had placed herself where Saerileth was originally sitting. "He's been trying to twist the House upside down when he was here, now that he's left, he knows he can't be caught for destorying it."
Saerileth remained silent, not moving from her position.
"He picked the perfect weakness too for you. Of course, your resistance was above average for an elf. But your petty soul decided to soften and forgive him. Thus he gave you those damn things. They linked to you. They still call you don't they, regardless of where I've placed them?"
"I'm sorry mother, a mistake like that could have been made by anyone," the elf's voice was low.
"Anyone with no common sense," scoffled the Forsaken. 
Saerileth changed the topic, "Why are you here? Don't you have Apothecary things to prepare for in Undercity?" She refused to turn around to face Leves.
"Don't know, seems like half of what I need is missing," a sarcastic tone answered back. 
"Don-"
"Don't you lie," Leves interrupted. "You know why I am here, I never bother you on your trips unless you particuarly are involved into something drastic." Geister caught up to Leves's side, panting as she pauses from running. Leves made no noticeable glance over in Geister's direction, but instead remained focused on the elf, who eventually decided to turn around and face the one who raised her. "Why did you steal the signets in the first place, child?"
"I..." Saerileth went quiet, fearing to answer all the while. "Accident, Mother Leves, I assure..."
"Better to hell be accidental! They are not toys child, you cannot run off with them. I strictly told you these items were to be under my supervision at all times. I also had told you that my room is strictly off limits!"
"Zersy, why ya take 'em?" Geister questioned. "Day not be good fur ya! Gunna git ya hurt, Zersy!"
"They still are linked to you in a way, Saerileth. You cannot keep them."
"I'm sorry, Mother Leves! I didn't mean to take them! I was just curious!" Saerileth argued back.
The Forsaken walked up to the elf and forced her to the girl's knees. "You will hand those back, as painful as it may be. Your fault you pushed into the temptation and took them, you will deal with the consequences." Leves frowned at the elf below her, the Troll behind the Forsaken in case. "Geister, don't you have a spell that repells against dark magic?" Geister nodded and Leves continued, "Use it then, clean her system as much as you can; there shouldn't be that much energy in her to be damaging, but to lessen her drain to the item would be a good start before we distance them."
Geister began chanting as a strange aura of light began to cover Saerileth, Leves had cast a spell to stiffen the girl a bit and raised her hand to drain as much energy as she could. The reaction that the elf had was far from what Leves had expected. In fact, the interest of the Forsaken perked up quickly. Saerileth curled up tightly, screaming and holding her head. Screams echoed back into the elf's head as she laid on the ground. 
Stopping, both Geister and Leves kneeled next to the girl. "She...had more than I thought. How did she collect so much?" questioned Nyle as the girl's screaming ceased. Her curiosity grew. "I wonder...what would be the effects if the child kept the signets on her at all times...?" Leves smirked. "Never mind Geister, leave her be. We'll play it this way, the girl will have to be the rat this run."
"Wouldn't dat hurt Zersy more?" feared the Troll.
Leves shrugged, "She'd get close to a death, but nothing that you and I can pull her out of. Thats the most of a risk I believe it will have. Of course, she may end up killing some of her friends. But...thats what will have to deal with." She grinned slightly, mumbling, "Not like I really cared for most of them any ways." She raised her voice so Geister can hear, "Her choice on if she says anything or doesn't....then again...risks can be a whole lot more if she does."
"Should she stay wit' us?"
Leves only shrugged again, walking off and leaving the elf on the ground. Before she left, she tossed the girl an eye patch, "You may want to start wearing that."
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