Sitting in his bed, Shadoren had looked better. Large bags were under his eyes, his face seemed sunken in and sullen. On the floor next to where he sat was his brother. His younger screw up of a draenei brother. However Therras had found him, he didn't care. He didn't care about much at that given time. All he could think about was how to fix everything.
Attacking Kaludra? Threatening McSars? Sure he'd thought about attacking the old man, but he still would have never done anything of the sort. And the probe Phasha placed on him.
"Damn my daughter and her master of all aspects of the Light..."
Then he knew. He knew how he could fix everything. How he could make everything go away. Creeping slowly from his bed. he took one of Therras' hunting knives from its sheath. Staring at the wicked sharp blade, he knew with certainty he had to do this.
Lycannon, Phasha, Elicoor, Lulu, Harpagos, Therras...Yas...forgive me. But this is the only way.
And with those final thoughts, he plunged the dagger towards his heart.
Only to have his hand stop just short.
"Wha-"
"Did you really think I would let be that easy for you Shadoren?"
Eyes widening, he knew that voice. "Aselleus?"
"Not quite. Merely an echo, bound to you by the curse your dear friend helped make. Now then Shadoren, while I do not want you dead. Yet. A little pain can suffice"
And watching in horror, Shad saw his hand take the dagger and plunge it into his shoulder. And yet with the intense pain, he could not find his voice to scream.
Blood seeped out of the wound, the dagger still firmly planted in his shoulder.
"Now behave. There is much to do."
Feeling whatever had his body release its grip, Shad removed the dagger and attempted to heal the wound, only to find the Elements out of his reach. As quietly as he could, he gathered bandages out of his brother's pack, curled up on his bed, and wept.
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