#Elia Solarsong

[boendark]

A tale of faith and sorrow~

Boen:

The early morning would come all to soon as the light started to shine upon Azeorth once again. Leaving the night in the past as both Elia and Boen stirred once more. Though the two separated by cities and memories as a letter would be received by the both of them. The letter was simply and straight to the point.

“Dear Elia; We need to meet at your earliest convenience; it is a case of dire emergency and life or death. I will be located in the back of the Ruins of Lordaeron. Please make haste. Thank you, A-“

The other would receive a message all too similar as he grew curious of whom the letter was from. A sense of concern did of course proceed over his mind; but the opportunity to be hired and money being available was always something that seemed to sway his decisions. Boen made haste from Dalaran as he started to his destination.

 Upon his arrival to the place stated within the letter, a slender brow arched as he peered back and forth. He was alone, or so it would seem at first as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Hello?” He called outward as his head peered back and forth; hoping that the person hadn’t left. “Someone sent a letter?” He called out forth again. “I understand that help is need!” Yet again, silence.

 Elia:

Another morning, and for once she found herself alone at the foot of the bed of her room in the Legerdemaine Lounge. Something must have required the attentions of her Master for him to leave without taking her, and as such she warily uncuffed herself from the frame as it was now a matter of showing her submission instead of it being forced upon her. She dressed slowly, taking care of her burns and donned the required outfit for that day. Always revealing one portion of her or another, and never very protective. With cloak and hood donned, she exited and made it her purpose to catch up on the things she couldn't do when she was encumbered.

After retrieving her mail, and discarding a few requests for aid (as she knew she couldn't fulfill them now), her brow furrowed as she read the letter from the mystery sender. Who sent this? Who would go by the same initial she was branded with? Curiosity got the best of her, and she made her way to the requested location. Her cloak and hood made her difficult to identify, and the way she wore the shadow made sure only her silhouette was distinguishable.

 Her heart seemed to stop in her chest as she saw Boen with a letter in hand, hollering for whoever sent it. She approached cautiously, prying her hood back behind her tiara so that her face was revealed, though she kept the shadows that clinged to her at neck height.

 "...Boen?" She called. "You received a letter as well?" She spoke in a curious tone.

 Boen:

The sound of the familiar voice caught hold of his ear as he turned to peer upon Elia. This in turn caused a brow to arch carefully as he crossed the remaining distance between the two of them as he held up the letter for her to grasp upon if she saw fit. “Miss Solarsong.” He muttered forth as he stood before the woman he had worked with in the past.

 Though to Elia, the past for them was so much more. “And yes, someone with the initial ‘A’ has requested me here. Matter of life and death; I take it you’re the same?” He stated once more as his gaze drifted from her features to peer upon the robe and hood that adorned her form. “Looks like they are a no show though; or we both missed them..”

 His gaze pulled from Elia once more as his hues began to shift about the ruins; something seemed off. The odd feeling of dread started to spread over him as his gaze shifted back to Elia once again. “Huh..did it get warmer?” He muttered forth; an odd statement to be muttered from him giving who he was.

 Elia:

Elia held as neutral expression as she could, simply allowing him to approach and offering to trade letters to inspect. She had a hard time stifling a heavy swallow, sniffing the air absentmindedly as she peered over the letter he offered. "I can't imagine who would request something of me via letter who would sign with only an 'A'." She murmured with a nod, confirming the reason for her appearance.

 The cloak she would have allowed a glimpse of what she wore underneath, if she did not cover her features in the violet caress of shadow magic. All he would be able to discern was she wore no robe, and the material underneath was impossibly...shiny? Perhaps it was a leotard? One wouldn't know until she removed the guise. It was already warm enough with him close, though the familiar heat only climbed and she felt off all the same. "I figured that was you..." She answered back in a confused, her gaze peering around for anyone else near them. "Wonder what that is.."

 Boen:

A shudder seemed to fall upon the man as he peered about once again; something was indeed off. His gaze flickered once more to Elia as he took in her features once more; as a smile drifted over his lips. The sudden meetup of the long-lost friend was welcomed to say the least; though it was alarming for them to meet in such an odd place with someone who had yet to show. Or at least the two thought.

 Elia would take notice first as the massive being seemed to almost materialize out of thin air; though that wasn’t the case at all. Chances are neither would notice the Stealthman 54 drop to the ground as the monstrous creature who towered over the both of them raised a single hand. His eyes burned forth with fel green energy as it peered over the two of them. His form massive was massive in size, and built like a tank. The horns would be the obvious clue that he was an Illidari; but once Boen realized he would know that to be a false disguise.

 The creatures arm was the size of one of them alone as he clenched a fist; which in turn caused a shadow to cascade over them both. “So how have you-“ Boen muttered as he saw the shadow expand over Elia. “Been..” He muttered in a low tone as his arms came forward suddenly. They were aimed to place upon Elia’s chest. And as painful as it might be as he attempted to push her away; what came next was even more painful for the man.

 Boen turned his head as the massive fist collided into the side of his body; his form seeming to mold into it at first before being flung what would be quite the distance. His body rag dolled before it hit the ground as he flipped again and again; dirt being kicked up with each bounce upon the ground until finally he skidded to a halt just under a tree.

 Azazel would let forth a cackle as he peered to the fallen Rogue; before slowly turning his gaze upon Elia once more. “Long time dearie..good to see you both act on the fear of someone in danger.” He stated as he took a step towards the woman; his feet leaving an imprint upon the forsaken grounds as he walked. The already dead grass being near burnt each time he moved. The tone of his voice was deep and what seemed to be demonic corruption seeped past his lips as he spoke. “We are going to have quite the fun day..” He said with a horrific grin as each slow step continued towards the woman.

  Elia:

 The priestess could only offer a faint smile in return. It was in her best interest to not involve herself much with him, and by keeping her guard up she saved him the pain of remembering her, and realizing her awful situation. The smile faded as quickly as it came, and her eyes widened as she noted the massive Illidari that appeared before them. Her mouth fell open and she meant to speak, though Boen's shove cut her off causing her to stumble back and fall onto her ass. It was out of reflex her hand darted out and webbed in her light, forming a shield around the man while she was knocked back. The shield would take quite an impact before breaking, but with as much force as the Illidari hit him for he would go flying regardless.

 It was a bit of a shock as she looked to Boen and saw him tumbling off after the hit. The audible collission was enough to strike fear in her frame as her eyes darted back up to the massive Illidari. She'd not seen one of this insane stature before, and her eyes only widened further in fear and anger as the man addressed her. With each step and the scent of a great fire growing nearer, her eyes scanned downward and noticed the scorched footsteps, finally piecing together who had called them there. "Get away from me Azazel!" She howled, shuffling to her feet quickly. She had not forgotten his deception and how he tortured Boen prior. She had not forgotten how he pretended to be him, and how foolish she was for not seeing it sooner. He had laid with her... And now her body reviled even the idea of him in existence. With a flick of her wrist and the webbed light between her shrouded fingers again she garbed herself in a shell of light, pacing back from the man as he approached.

 Boen:

 The monster merely laughed as her voice echoed towards him. “Come now Elia.” He muttered forth as he took another step forward; though he came to a stop “We had such a good time..don’t you remember?” He stated as his gaze drifted along her form. “You moaned and begged for more time and a time again. Like the good little whore that you are..” He stated with tainted words that were meant to get under her skin.

 The sight of the golden shield that covered her being and taunted him caused his natural reaction to dash forward. His movements were much like that of a normal illidari as his massive clawed hands went to strike against her. It would be the left hand and then the right unless she was able to fend off the attack her shield would soon ‘pop’ and he would be upon her in no time. “Maybe you want me to take on the appearance of him once again?” He stated as his voice seemed to boom forth; yelling with each strike against the shield.

 Boen would clench his hands against the soil that laid under him. His entire body ached to the core; along with the broken hadn’t snapped back together. He moved to sit upon his hands and knees as he lifted his head to peer upon the two off in the distance. His very form began to shutter at that very moment as the molecules within his body were forcing themselves to hold together. “Not yet..” He muttered lowly to himself; knowing quite well that the energy it took to heal him was causing him to dwindle.

 Boen raised to his feet once more as he staggered in his steps; his eyes fluttering for a brief moment, causing him to take a few steps back and rest upon the tree. His breath hitched in his throat as he continued to peer towards the two of them. “Pull it together..” He said in a low tone. “She needs you.”

 Elia:

 The fear soon left her eyes and all that was left inside her was rage as he recounted the times he spent inside her. She only dignified him with a snarl as he taunted her, her body visibly shaking out of anger as she continued her steps back. It wasn't until her shield manifested and he sprinted towards her that she let the shadows that covered her frame engulf her completely in a plume of violet shadow leaving only a shadow doll behind.

 To her benefit, she had spent much time forced to care for an Illidari, so she came to learn their modes of attack, and used the opening to slip through the shadows to Boen's side. As Azazel found himself on what he thought was Elia, the first strike would be enough to dispel the illusion she remained would be lost from sight briefly. She knew the hit would have been significantly shattering, and as soon as she made it to him the shadows coalesced and formed her again, dropping completely as she knelt down next to him. The white-hot light spider-webbed between her fingers again as she placed her hands upon his cheeks, and with a few short flashes she had passed some of her energy to him. Not enough to fully heal him, but enough to help hold him together. "Careful next time, please..." She pleaded quietly, turning to look to Azazel and assess her next mode of action.

 Boen:

 Boen kept his body pressed to the tree as he took a few more short breathes; in turn his body began to shudder and his molecules shifted as they drew upon the reserves of his power supply. Though as the hand upon his cheek was felt; his hues opened and peered to Elia. The warmth of her light filled him as his body seemed to latch upon it and the heat. As if he couldn’t get enough; though it was just what he needed as the sound of multiple bones being shifted together would be heard all of a sudden.

 Boen would give a single nod to Elia as he pushed himself from the tree; drawing forth his blades as he glared towards the monster that had begun to assault upon the both of them. “You need to go, run as fast as you can. I will deal with him; and buy you sometime to get yourself to the city..” Though even with the words graced past his lips; and not knowing the history. He pretty much knew that Elia wasn’t going anywhere.

 Azazel would look upon the two as he drew forth a single blade from its sheathe. It looked like a literal slab of steel as he wielded it with one hand and pointed it directly at the two. Even some of the mightiest warriors wouldn’t be able to wield it with a single hand; needing two just to keep it from dragging upon the ground. “Enough games! It is time for you both to unite in death!” The monster yelled forth as he charged once again; keeping his other hand oddly free, even though he had another weapon that was ready to be used against the two.

 In the time between the last meeting of the two; Azazel had been training and preparing himself. He may not have been a true illidari; but he knew how to fight like one and now mimic the abilities of them. The free hand was planned, knowing quite well that Elia would attempt to be one step ahead. He needed to strip her of the powers and he waited, hoping for another spell to go off as he aimed to consume it and leave her prone.

 Elia:

Elia offered him a small, worried smile as he looked up to her, and felt her own energy diminish a little in turn as he drew from her heat and his body regenerated itself. The audible crackling of his frame pulling together set her on edge, but that wasn't a thing to worry about, she knew. As quickly as he pulled his blades she pulled her hands from him, shaking her head rapidly as he tried to command her to flee. "No, I am not leaving you here! He'll kill you!" She pleaded, staring down the massive faux-Illidari as the wheels in her mind turned. There was no way she would let him fend the monster off himself.

 The massive blade was surely enough to cleave the both of them in two, and she swallowed heavily trying to anticipate her own next move. She didn't have much of it though, as he charged them with reckless haste. "What do we do?!" She barked to Boen, sprinting away to try to keep distance between herself and Azazel. On the run, she held her hands close, desperately trying to channel the light to shield the both of them once she was able to get to relative safety. Though, knowing the Illidari and their penchant for anti-magic, she knew she needed to keep it hidden. Try as she may to hide her channeling, her spell was far more than obvious and when she paused to cast the shield he would have a clear opportunity to steal the light right out of her.

 Boen:

 The two of them would sprint from the tree as Boen would peer to Elia for a moment. She wouldn’t give him a choice in the matter it would seem. “I just need to get in close. He is powerful..but he will go down.” He muttered forth towards Elia. Boen gave a sudden glance over his shoulder at that very moment as he saw Azazel charging, and charging quick. He would catch up to them in no time flat; and Boen knew it.

 As Elia would go to cast the spell; Azazel simply grinned and attempted to consume her magic with one single sweep of his hand. If he was successful in his cast, Elia would find herself suddenly pulled towards the illidari as he casted ‘Leap of Faith’ upon her. Her form would be yanked from the side of Boen almost instantly and when she was close enough? His massive hand came forth and gripped her by the throat; hefting her off the ground, leaving her feet to dangle in mid air. “Mm..I prefer to impale by other means; ask Raya.” He said with a taunting grin. “But today? You get the sword.”

 Elia:

 "We'll figure it out!" She shouted as she ran, the light balling up in her hands though a moment before she released it it flickered and was pulled from her, away from Boen and towards Azazel. The familiar yet still jarring sensation of having the light itself pried from her caused her to weeze, and in the next instant she found herself flying back to Azazel as her own magic betrayed her. As he gripped her by her throat she coughed and sputtered as her feet kicked at the air, looking to the would be Illidari with great concern and worry.

 "P-p-le-" She couldn't even form the words as his hand crushed her throat, for once thankful of the heavy collar she wore as it kept her able to breath, although barely. The pressure still cut off her blood supply, and her own hands clawed at him as she struggled to free herself. It took all of a moment to realize he only stole the light from her for now, and made sure her fingers were able to contact flesh before she projected her thoughts to him in retort. "Raya?? You have her?! Please!" Her voice echoed desperately in Azazel's mind. "Please don't kill me! Please! Anything but!"

 As he held her in the air he would get a clear glimpse of what she wore beneath the cloak: a shiny, black latex leotard clung to her body like a second skin, and a thin layer of lace speared down her chest, between her breasts, allowing only the faintest glimpse of skin underneath. Her hips and upper thighs were bare, and latex clung to her legs until they disappeared into a matte-black wedge boot that only helped her figure. Her arms also were covered in latex, and the rubber looped around her ring finger and left her palms and fingertips otherwise bare. Should he want, she was already dressed the part of a pet, and part of her hoped that he would see as such and hesitate.

 Boen:

Boen turned his head all of a sudden as Elia was yanked backwards; his eyes wide as he turned to peer to the dual as he held Elia like a mere rag doll in a single hand. “No! You bastard let her go!” Boen muttered forth as he saw his opening. Elia was where Boen should have been; but would he be able to pull it off in time? Boen started towards the two of them; moving as fast as he could to cross the distance and be close enough for it to work. “Elia!!” He yelled forth to give her the slightest amount of hope.

 Azazel narrowed his gaze upon the female in hand as he lifted the blade upward, letting the tip of it press against her stomach as he grinned wickedly towards her. “Be glad he doesn’t know what happened..” He muttered forth. “This would be all the sweetie as I spray your insides upon the ground.” And with the last of his words his sword reared back and stabbed forward; though to his surprise a hint of resistance would come to halt the blade.

 Azazel peered downward as he saw what could only be described as particles of Ash forming around the blade as it attempted to hold it in place and make a barrier between the two of them. “Ha! He has a protection on you!” He let forth a laugh, as his gaze shifted to Elia once more. “They aren’t strong enough though.” He muttered as he reared the blade back once again; putting all his force behind what was to come next; leaving nothing to chance as he stabbed forward.

 Boen pulled forth what looked to be a gun and aimed it directly at Elia, which would cast a sudden flash of light over the woman as she resided within the monster’s hand. He watched as the creature reared the weapon back a second time; not quite understanding how she was able to fend it off the first time, but it was exactly what he needed. As Azazel’s blade plunged forward Elia and Boen would switch places at the last moment and the blade would drive through Boen’s stomach first and then his chest from the mere size of the blade. Boen would grit his teeth as he brought his other hand upward that held his dagger and drove it instantly upward. It struck through the illidari’s chin, up through his mouth, into his skull and then out through the top of his head. “Fuck you!” Boen yelled towards him; feeling the grip suddenly cease upon his throat; dropping both Boen and the sword to the ground.

 Azazel would stare upon Boen at that very moment as his mouth seemed to hang open; almost as if staring in disbelief as his grip upon the man and sword fell from his grip. Azazel took a few steps back as his hands clenched tight together for a few brief moments before his entire body came to relax. The ashen lord’s eyes would roll to the back of his head at that instant and begin to fall backwards. His form hit the ground instantly as his entire body exploded and burst into billions upon billions of ashen particles that soared high into the air. They crept further and further along until finally? They would no longer be able to be seen.

 Boen would fall upon his knees as the monster had been beaten; at least for now. Both hands raising forward as he grasped upon the sword and started to force it out of his body. Letting forth horrific yells of pain as he pulled the long blade out of his chest and stomach until finally it fell to the ground and laid silent. Boen would raise to his feet slowly; and if Elia looked she would notice the hole within his body continued to remain set. He didn’t have enough energy to pull himself together; it would take a volcano at this point. Though he attempt to make strides to her, though slow until finally he halted under a tree.

 Elia:

The sword tip nicked the rubber at her stomach and all the tension it held tore it open, all while the priest remained as still as she dared while she watched him in horror still suspended in his grip. With his words she thrashed once more as the sword reared back though watched as the blade halted pressed to her skin but not further. Was it a trick? Was he deceiving her? It wasn't until he declared it was Boen that shielded her that she let out a sigh of relief, but the second attempt at a thrust caused her breath to hitch again. She clamped her eyes shut and then she felt the heat of the light on her and in a flash their positions had changed, and she stared on with horror as Boen was impaled in her place.

 Despite Boen's dagger thrust through Azazel's skull, her stomach tied itself in knots and ached with sympathy as he fell to the ground, meaning to dart forward but she hesitated, watching as Azazel simply fell back and exploded into ash that slowly disappeared and faded. That was all the waiting she would do, running to Boen and wincing as his cries and screams sounded while the blade was drawn from him. No mortal would survive this, she knew, but he could, as long as she got him the heat he needed to regenerate. She did what she could to help, in that she kept a hand upon bare skin wherever she could find it, until it drained her to the point that she could no longer sustain it.

 "We need to go, Boen. We have to get you to heat!" She spoke with great worry, her sapphire hair now easily in view as the cloak hood fell back. She tugged on his arm, motioning towards the Lordaeron stables, offering to support him the best she could despite their waivering strength. "He has Raya..." She whimpered, scared. She had hoped to put all of this, Boen and Azazel, and her old comrades behind all for the best. But she could not dismiss that he needed her now, could she? Perhaps she could find a way to look out for him, even if it was just a little?

  Boen:

 Boen would seem to rag doll briefly upon Elia’s tug of his arm; before raising his own hand and laid it upon her shoulder. “Stop.” He muttered forth towards her as he pulled away and pressed his back against the tree. Boen would slowly slide down it at that very moment as he let forth a soft groan. Winching as his open wound would trail along the bark of the tree until finally he sat upon his rear. “Sit with me.” He said in low breathy gasps as his gaze peered forward; he already knew that no matter what Elia did. They would not get to anything in time for him to fully revitalize his form and body.

 “Elia Solarsong.” He said as if confirming her name; before peering towards her; reaching for her hand as she moved so to sit by him. (At least I am assuming she does) “Let me just look at you for a moment, alright? I just..I need to keep the image of you fresh in my head.” The man muttered forth. To some those would-be words of hope that he was going to pull through the injuries upon his form. Though to those that truly knew Boen? They were words of not wanting to forget about someone; wanting to keep the memory of them as he resurrected once more.

 Elia:

 Elia cringed and sniffled as he told her to stop, and in an instant she slipped down to her knees next to him and began to softly cry. If he didn't want to try, she knew that he would simply cease to be, and in a day's time he would be even less without his wits and further from his own memories: even the ones of her. She motioned closer as she sat pressed against him, though it took all of her willpower to keep from simply embracing him as she would have in the past. That only made her sob more, as she looked upon him and nodded, letting him just look at her for the time being to try to commit her face to memory. Try as she may, she simply raised a hand to his cheek and smiled weakly. "I'll get your armor and your weapons to your grave, b-" she paused. "Boen."

 Boen:

 His form simply leaned into his touch at that very moment as she pressed it against his cheek. His grave? How did she know about his grave? The thought seemed to echo through his head over and over again; though he would decide not to act upon it. Boen didn’t want to question her within his last few moments. A single hand came forth as it rested upon her cheek; gently trailing tears away from her eyes. “Don’t worry.” He muttered forth towards her; letting his hand gently trail to her chin as he offered her a kind smile. Even in his state; he did his best to bring her some hope.

 His other hand came forth at that moment as took hold of the cloak that rested upon her form and gently pulled it to the side; gazing upon what laid underneath. “I thought I saw this odd thing on you when you were behind held up..” He let forth a mere chuckle before it suddenly went into that of a cough. He hacked for a few moments before he laid his head back upon the tree once more; pinning her hand between his cheek and the tree. “He is one lucky man though. Can I say I am a bit jealous?” He said with an amused smirk that remained set upon his lips as if trying to make light of the mood. “Because I won’t lie I thought about things with you back..in the Bouquet. You know; I am quite the charmer? Quellys speaks highly of my talents. Apparently, I can charm the pants off a priest.” He said as he continued to smirk towards her. It was starting to become obvious the man was doing his best to life her spirits.

 Elia:

 Elia simply coughed a little and smiled as his hand rose to wipe away her tears, though she shifted a little nervously as he moved to peer underneath the cloak. His laugh made her grin though it was quickly erased as he let out a round of hacking coughs, her brow knit with worry as she tried to suppress his pain. As he regained his sense, her thumb trailed his cheekbone, and her face flushed red as he spoke of the 'lucky man'. Her heart sank for the briefest of moments until he stated his thoughts of her. She simply bowed her head and smiled in earnest, the memories of all their time together such a bright, shining part of her past that she hated she had to forfeit. "Shame I have no pants to charm off then, huh?" She jested back with a genuine smile, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Rest... it'll be okay..."

 Boen:

 A smile drifted over his lips as she made a comment upon ‘no pants’ and the eager smile kept upon his lips as she leaned forward to place the soft kiss upon his forehead. As she pulled away, the man kept his gaze upon her as if giving her a longing gaze of one a lover might give to the other. His hues would force upon her as if afraid to pull away and as the moments past the breath in his chest would start to pass from his lips slower and slower. Tears started to flow down his cheek; yet he remained his gaze remained focused upon her. The touch of his skin would begin to feel cool to the touch as his gaze simply peered forth and the breath that escaped past his lips seemed to halt. His hues peered directly at her; though now through her at this point as he laid still. His skin started to change color almost instantly as his form took on that of a greyish hue. Even with all of his memories tattered and torn throughout his head; he fought to protect her and keep her out of harm’s way as he would have done in the past.

 Elia:

 As her lips pulled from his forehead she smiled to him, and the way his gaze remained on her, unwaivering, caused her to let forth more tears of mourning. She didn't know what to do with herself, but simply caressed his cheek and smiled crookedly to him through her evident pain as his own tears began to pour down his cheeks whilst his skin cooled and life passed from him. She had not had the misfortune of witnessing him pass before, and she hoped to never see it again, crumping into his lap and letting forth wracked sobs and wails of pain as she mourned his passing and a little more of his humanity.

 She remained in his lap for a time, until his form hardened into ash and began to flake and litter her cloak and skin. Only when it ceased to hold form did she fold his leathers and collect his blades and made her way to his grave. It wasn't to bury them, but to be left for him when he came about, ready for him to don again instead of having to find them once more. It was a painful pilgrimage, and she remained a mournful, sobbing wreck for the duration of it, but it was a necessary thing, and oddly cathartic. She wanted to be there when he woke, though she knew duty called her elsewhere. Fetching a pen and small piece of paper, she wrote only a note for him with his belongings.

 "I brought your things so you need not fetch them. Though I am not with you, I am not far. Know that my love is with you.

 -E"

 Boen:

 It was such a bitter sweet end to the tale that brought to the two together once more; his body collapsing upon itself as she laid her head upon his lap and mourned for the passing of the man she once called beloved. His form broke apart into the millions upon millions of ash as Azazel did before him, letting his form slowly begin to rise upward and swirl about Elia before they ascended to the sky as if they were to reach the heavens, though fall just short and return to the soil that resided as Boen’s grave once more.

 The particles would seem to kiss against her form as they passed, as if giving one long lasting goodbye before they vanished from sight and set towards their location where they would halt for how many hours it would take him to regenerate. It was his curse that he had carried on for many years, though one thing would be certain from this point. The Priestess would not fall from his memories, not anymore. She knew things about him, and the proof of the letter he would receive after his rest would cause him to figure out what he had missed; this was certain.