It was a cold, harsh morning in the shoreline boughs of Teldrassil, rain trickled through the lofty canopy above, hitting Azsunei softly on the head as she laid by her saber… asleep.
No sooner had a strong gust of wind echoed through the bough, Azsunei was up and looking out over the sea as the rain pelted her soft, purple coloured face. Her ears twitched as Asora, her saber, came to stand beside the shoreline.
Wading slowly into the oddly calm ocean, she clambered up onto her boat, a soft sound of her feet padding on the wood could be heard before an equally soft set of claws did so.
In a faint, but pure voice Aszunei looked down briefly at her saber before grabbing the oar, “We shall make way to Rut’theran, Asora. I heard Androl has some more fish for you.” She smiled for a moment, running her hands through her sabers’ comfy, cushioned fur.
Beginning to row, the two navigated through the giant roots of the tree, tiny in comparison to their huge surroundings but no less full of life and emotion. As they reached the populated, yet calm shoreline of Rut’theran the rain began to grow heavier. “In.” Aszunei said, as she looked at her saber with caring eyes. With a low growl, the saber then slowly prowled into the closest building, some form of public lodge.
Silently walking down the bank toward a burly looking male elf, Aszunei pulled out an empty woven bag from her belt and nodded at the elf, “Ishnu-alah, brother. How do you fare this morning?” She said, holding out the sack. As usual, and half in reply, the elf in front of her, Androl, began to fill the sack with some fish that were set aside on his left, “I feel… today something stirs within your soul, sister. Rest well, for there is something ahead. Something untold.” He nodded, and returned to his fishing. Knowing Androl as she did, Aszunei didn’t bother to get a straight answer and instead, turned and began to walk towards the lodge where her saber waited eagerly for her, looking out from the ramp.
There was an elf towards the front of the lodge, Asora was silently sitting by his feet, her eyes closing as Aszunei came near – acting as if she had been asleep, not secretly keeping an eye on her. Aszunei nodded at the elf infront of her, proceeding past the hippogryphs and bundles of hippogryph eggs taking home on the ground floor. She began to walk upstairs, the rain ever louder upon the wooden roof above.
Aszunei walked slowly towards Daryn Lightwind – the Cenarion lore keeper of Rut’theran. “I have a question, sister. Androl said today would be a journey for me… could you shed any light on such a revelation?” She looked towards Daryn, awaiting a reply.
“He must be speaking of the book that was recently given to us, a Dwarf came looking for it earlier, but I told him he could not take it… as I was reserving it for you. It will be in your chest, sister.” Daryn replied, motioning over to an intricately made elven chest.
Opening the chest, Aszunei discovered an ancient looking book that must’ve been millenia old. She sat and began to read the ancient darnassian held within, after an hour or two her saber came to sit, lying besides her as she read.
The book, spoke of Ghost Sabers… locked inside figurines to keep them safe from the imposing cataclysm, which was eventually known as the Great Sundering. There was little time to be spent, Aszunei walked downstairs as she placed the book inside her sack, she told her saber to wait for her return in a few days; walking to the docks.
As the Moonspray pulled into the dock, Aszunei took a last look at Asora before stepping on and heading to the helm, where she was accompanied by a whisp… It was an hour later until she arrived upon the shores of Auberdine, the skies dark and clouded and the autumn sun illuminating the otherwise gray landscape.
Stopping for a brief half hour, Aszunei soon set off North, to the Ruins of Mathystra…
The air here was equally as fresh, but less full of life and spirit… Aszunei began to tread silently between bushes, as Naga were heaving from every direction. She began to walk towards the center of the ruins when she saw a small, chromatic saber figurine.
Approaching the figurine, she spoke an ancient Darnassian word as her hand touched the tip of the head “Kal’Forith”, meaning ‘Stars Cleanse’. The figurine began to release small sparks of… an ethereal energy, no sooner had this happened, a belowing roar was created in the air around Aszunei – a translucent saber began to prowl towards her in a very cautious way. Spellbound, the elf only moved closer saying quiet words of consolation in an ancient Darnassian dialect.
“AHA! Ye’ found it lassy, ye’ bloody found it!” A Dwarf screamed from the bushes behind Aszunei, having already trained his gun on the saber, he shot, hitting it in the shoulder. The Ghost Saber roared with ferocity, leaping over Aszunei – it charged for the Dwarf who had already prepared a trap that the saber swiftly ran into. Yet, what he didn’t calculate was that it was part spirit and was not affected by any such trap!
The Ghost Saber got the Dwarf to the ground and was about to claw at his face; then just as this was about to happen, the Dwarf pulled out his dagger and thrust it into the chest of the Ghost Saber.
With a flurry of emotion, Azsunei shrieked as if in pain. She then rushed towards the saber that had now fallen onto its side.
“Dumb beast earnt it! Trying to attack me!” The dwarf bellowed, an angry and horrid smirk on his face. Aszunei went into a rage, she rummaged inside her bag and pulled out the book she received from the lodge in Rut’theran. Nodding at the Dwarf, pretending to agree she thwacked him over the head with the book, knocking him out! “Andu’fahrah, our lands shall remain safer and our nature shall remain purer with you leaving.” She turned to the Ghost Saber that was breathing heavily and was turning even more transparent as time went on, “Do not worry, friend. I shall care for you.
The Naga heard all the commotion and began to move up the hill towards where the sound was from. Looking around, Aszunei spotted an ancient well behind her, untouched by any of the Naga, she picked up the saber in a struggle and began to walk down the steps into the ancient structure
Aszunei gently rested the saber on the leaf-padded stone floor, she began to tend to the wounds, speaking calming words to the animal…