New Beginnings <<Enien>>

[Trinea]

_{OOC Note: A mere description cannot suit this character appropriately, she's complex, and as comfortable and old as a favored pair of worn sneakers. Hopefully this enlightens the curious minds of what sort of being Lilly truly is.}

Drifting in darkness, the swirl of the Nether far above left the spirit confused and lost. ~How long...how long has it been?~ The fallen form, a decaying body of a elven female with high elven traits in her skin color, and smaller frame was below the spirit, the dismal weight of deaths mourning pressed upon the spirit, leaving it hovering close, and unable to act upon the corpse. ~...what happened to me?~ Trees rushed about the spirit, aimlessly drifting, but only thought her driven point, rushing back to where she last remembered being, Stormwind Cathedral, beneath the tall tiers and ramparts of the noble and wise priests of the Light. Darkness in the shadows lurked, figures moving about within them, soft murmuring of memory and past aged to not more than the faintest of whispers in her own thoughts.

"Step forth, Priestess Alilliandra, and accept the mantel of the Light and it's wisdom." A tall figure, male humanoid, shrouded in the purest of Mooncloth, not a spot upon the cloth in stain, wielding a fine stave of gold, hardwood, and green stone shining at it's tip. Black hair tumbled from beneath the hood drawn back, bright blue eyes and long ear tips gave away the males bloodline, high elf, one of the few that remained at the Alliance's side throughout the war. His face was careworn, loving almost as he swept out a fresh stave of the near same design as his own, and held it out to the short priestess before him.

The spirit looked upon her self in the memories haze, pale white hair, sapphire blue eyes, and skin as light as that of the palest of humans, small in frame, barely standing more than five feet in height. Her movements held a grace that even a dancer could not hope to achieve, paling in comparison to any besides that of a gypsy dancer. Her hands out held to the Priest before her, taking the staff with a look of wonder and pride. ~...that was me..when I first gained acceptance into priesthood!~The spirit sped around the still image of the younger self and the elder priest with the staff held between them, frozen in time and memory. ~Why am I here? What happened to me?~ The spirit driven by thought again was thrust further back still, to the forests of Ashenvale. A whispy ghostwolf sat beside her still resting form, the head of the ghostlike beast rested at her side, while her living self slept. ~Ooka...Ookamarin..I hadn't seen him in so long..what happened to him..?~

A confused whirl of memories and times that she had been around so many loved ones, empty of reasoning, or sequence. A tall Draenei male stood beside her, hands upon his maces as she could hear herself speaking the dreaded false words. "I don't love you anymore.." ~No..I lied..I do...~ The spirit screamed out, seeing the draenei shaman turn away, knocking her living self in memory away from his path, anger unhindered emblazoned upon his face and gleaming eyes. ~Ooka..please you have to hear me! Can't you see me? I'm right here!~ The spirits hands reached for the retreating draenei, only to pass through him. ~No...please..don't leave me!~

The world spun about the female spirit, her head tilted to the Nether swirling above as she let out her soundless scream. ~What injustice is this? Why am I still here? Why do you not take me from all this?~ Everything, even the nether itself came to a complete stand still as soft murmured prayers broke the silence of the Hinderlands, where her fallen corpse laid. Her attention turned to the kneeling form of a paladin, her whispy hands reaching for the pale blond haired head, as if stroking it with trembling fingers. ~Don't let me fall away...bring me back..this is not how I was supposed to end..~ Darkness engulfed her as she grasped at the highborn's head, fingers passing through and sinking into the devout mind within, her consciousness slipping away to the gray.

Light, bright as the sun itself gleamed into her eyes as they flicked open. With a deep gasp she sat up, her hands covering her eyes as she rubbed at them, glancing about in confusion. "I'm alive? How..." She thought, her hand reaching up to touch at her head, soft silken blond threads trailing between her fingertips, to which she noticed the color as she looked to the lengths in her hand, her eyes widening. "...this cannot be.." With a grunt, she got to her feet, looking down at the plate-mail covered fingers and palms with confusion. "What happened to me..?" She glanced downwards further still, the corpse, her corpse. It was still there, still in death, devoid of any signs of life at all. ~I don't understand this...who gave to me this chance to live again?~

(to be continued)

[Trinea]

Nightmarish figures danced in shattered memory as she stared at the campfire, her face the mask of concentration. It was the third time this week she had woken from her dreams, confused and bewildered with what they were presenting to her resting mind. Her hands rested over her knees in a lazy drape as she waited in utter silence for her Knight to awaken and join her in the midnight vigil.

"You harlot! He doesn't belong to you!" A pale featured kal'dorei woman screamed at her in pure feral rage, eyes gleaming in the early evening moonlight. Lilly couldn't place the name of the female, but she recognized the voice, and it's hate filled words. "He was my husband, and you had to let him get close to you, didn't you! Hussy! Filthy beastly strumpet!" Lilly's focus was on the womans face, red staining her cheeks as rage built and exploded. "I'll kill you!" Lilly's memory faded with the sight of the kal'dorei female leaping after a male, one whom appeared to be like herself. High elven, perhaps even full blooded.

"With the power of Light invested by me, I pronounce you man, and wife. You may kiss the bride." The high elven priest that had brought her into the order, spoke over the two standing at the altar. A tall dark hued draenei male in a wedding suit and a broad shining smile stood next to her, his eyes glittering warmly. 'Ooka-?' She glanced down at herself, pure white adorn her form, skirt as heavy and wide as one would have wished to see in a fairy tale wedding dress. Her wedding day? Her attention focused upon the rings that they had exchanged, pure truesilver upon both of their left hands, glowing with a soft warm shine, so new and fresh to the worlds creation and sight. As suddenly as this memory had come to her mind, it had soon faded, the joy and love she felt lingering breifly as she sought to cling to the soft memory of her past.

"Whaaaaa~!" A shrill cry of a child burst into the haze filled evenings air, the smell of heavy sweat, blood, and evergreen filled her senses. She felt a sudden draining tiredness overtake her, and peace. "It's a boy miss...quite a set of lungs on em too." A small bundled writhing form was handed to her and her arms curled about the small newborn protectively, she could see his face, small fingers curled into fists so tight, flailing in frustration with the cold air against his moist sensitive skin. Elf ears so small curled against his small round head, and soft curly white locks crowned his head in wet curly-cues, his face twisted in frustration as he let out another wail before she fell back against the bedding in a faint, darkness and utter chill overtaking her.

Silence, and the cold of the mountain night air clung to her as she brought herself to memory again. "So you are the new Stormfury wife..how...fortunate of me.." The voice she heard sounded much like the high elven male that the kal'dorei female was pursuing in hate. She had heard the voice many many times before, but never could place his name. She could hear herself speak. "..Galavis? Is that you?" Her own voice trembling, fear..it traced her spine with a chilly claw. "No..but do give him my regards for his son. I will be taking him with me." The males voice held a contemptuous note, snide in tone. "No! You can't take him from me! He's only a baby!" She wailed inwardly, 'who was this man..why take something so precious..' she had no idea who he was, only that she had heard him before, time and time again in visiting Karazhan in the past. A scream and savage unrelenting pain ripped through her to the core, thrusting her spiraling away from the memory's fold, leaving her to wake shaken in utter terror and crying out. "No!"

Lilly shuddered, hugging her arms around her knees as she stared into the fire as it died down with the coming mornings light. Dark rings betrayed the lack of sleep on her behalf, marring neath her luminous blue green eyes. What hellish fragments are these? Will she be able to figure out whom her murderer was before it's too late? Time will only tell..