#Quinthal Firebrand

[zanpyreanor]

Tyan Sunbrand, an old and grumpy priest, sat with a lap-table on his legs in a large tent, quill in one hand and inkwell in the other, one of his hands illuminated his paper as he composed a note. He wrote, “Tonight, the remnants of the Sunbrand Family gained a new member, the man formerly named Ceroluthrel Phoenixheart. My adoptive son, Danil Sunbrand came to me and asked me to travel to the other side of Azeroth and perform a wedding for my elder brother and his birth father, Rialius Sunbrand.”

“There was a time when my elder brother felt he lost everything. His wife died before the fall leaving him a widower, then he believed his family all died to the scourge. To save innocent people from the Legion he sacrificed his soul--his life, his future, everything he ever was, everything he ever could be, all because he had nothing left to lose. And it seems in this sacrifice and in his suffering, and in his duty, he found something. Kinship, another damned soul that understood, that harmonized, and the potential to heal some of their deepest wounds.”

“His other was a common man, a sailor, who returned to Quel’thalas after the Scourge attack with supplies for a noble house to find the port and city ablaze. They gave  the supplies to those in need and sheltered who they could on their ship. With nothing left to lose, his family annihilated, Ceroluthrel Phoenixheart also found himself among the Illidari, and found my brother.”

“Tonight I performed the ceremony, on a dock, by moonlight, overlooking a calm lake, with special vows; vows to help each other cope in the eternal wars with their inner demons, and a solemn vow to end the other with honor and dignity should one of them ever lose that war. It was a morbid promise, but a meaningful one. Perhaps it was romantic in some twisted way.” 

“My brother was more alive than he has been in years tonight and I pray that he has finally found what he has been looking for, so he can finally be whole.”