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Malwen’s Essay

My name is Malwen Fairsong and I’m seven and a half years old. My new teacher asked me to write an essay about myself and stuff, so this is it!

I’m really excited this week because I have a home now, and I don’t have to live at the orphanage anymore. I have two Ann’das here. One of them is Terellion, and he wants me to call him Ann’da, so I am! He’s really nice and he helps me do my hair every morning, and lets me help him make cakes. He works a lot with cleaning and stuff too, but he gets a lot of help from the butler, Tik, so he still has a lot of time for me after my lessons are done.

My other Ann’da is Hethurin, and he wants me to call him Arcann’da because he’s my Ann’da too, and a mage! So that’s what I call him. He’s really nice, and likes all the cake that ann’da makes for him. He’s busy teaching his classes during the day because this house is also a school, and there’s magic students living here too. It’s really exciting because magic looks really cool.

I live in the Ghostlands now because that’s where the house is. It’s a lot different compared to Silvermoon! The house is at the top of a cliff by the sea, and you can see really far from the top of the tower. Arcann’da says it’s a mini mage tower because he’s a mage, but he has the school too so he couldn’t have just a big tower because it would be hard to teach students in it. I think he’s right because I like my room here, and I wouldn’t want to give that up.

The school is also where I go to school because there’s a classroom here for younger students. Our teacher is from Kalimdor and has long blue hair and she’s really tall. She has a little boy, and he’s really cute. I hope I get extra points for this, and it’s true too! She brings him to class, but there aren’t many students there yet. It’s just me and two older boys, Vaildor and Kiandris. Vaildor isn’t there everyday because he goes to an art school in the city too. Kiandris is there every day because he doesn’t have another school to go to. There’s supposed to be a break for summer soon.

I also have a baby sister now. Ann’da and Arcann’da adopted her at the same time they adopted me. She’s only a few days old, and she’s super cute. They named her Narise, and I think that’s a pretty name. I like her, but I hope I don’t have to share my favorite doll with her. It’s the doll that Ann’da and Arcann’da got for me when they sponsored me. I had to leave it here when I went back to the orphanage, but I’m so glad to come back now! They got more dolls for me, but that one is still my favorite because it reminds me of how I came here. I won’t mind sharing the other ones with Narise when she’s older, but that one is mine.

Narise sleeps a lot. Arcann’da likes to carry her around in a sling while he’s teaching and I think she sleeps most of the time. One time this week, I did hear her cry because my classroom isn’t far from the other classroom where he teaches. I think Ann’da must have come to get her because the crying faded away like someone carried her somewhere else. I bet she was hungry. She doesn’t do a lot yet, but I really like her. I hope she likes me too!

And that’s all there is to say about me and stuff right now!


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Aeramin’s Notes

  • I did it. I put a hole in our roof. To make it look good, I put a hole through the stairs too. That way it looks like it came from the basement. I’ve been telling everyone I forgot to ward the stairway because I didn’t think I’d be practicing that way, but I miscalculated a spell and it wound up going through the stairs and right out the top of the roof.
  • So we needed a place to stay while we wait for it to get fixed. I asked Hethurin and he gave me a lecture on being careful with fire magic. I’m an instructor, I shouldn’t be carelessly burning my house down. I pointed out that the house wasn’t burned down. There’s just a hole in the roof. He said it was the same thing. I said I disagreed because the house is still there. He wanted to know how I had control over where the fire spread if I had miscalculated and had it go the wrong direction. I just shrugged, and he continued to lecture me. I let him. I can’t tell him that’s what I meant to do!
  • I had to ask him for a room, and I guess the school is really full right now. Im and I are going to take a corner in the ballroom. Tik set up a temporary bed for us there. There’s a toilet right across the hall, but we have to go upstairs to use the bath. The ballroom windows, and there’s a lot of them, aren’t very well covered, but we set up some dividers so we have some privacy around our bed.
  • Hethurin offered to ask the workers to work on my house next, but I told him I had already talked to Ordinicus and he said they could do it during some of the downtime. There’s times when you need to let cement dry, or paint dry, or other things like that before you can continue working, so they’ll have the opportunity to stop by and see then. I’m hoping it won’t be too soon, but not too late either. I’ll go work on it myself if it’s well into summer and hasn’t been fixed yet.
  • All this to watch a kid from Murder Row. However, I’d be lying if I didn’t think he could be very dangerous. At the same time, I want to believe what he’s told me, and that he’s just here for food. Of course, keeping a close eye on him isn’t a bad idea. Now that I’ll be staying at the school, I’ll have plenty of time to follow him around, and since he’s posing as a student, I can easily pretend I’m trying to tutor him in fire magic theory. At least, until Hethurin figures out he has no money to pay for the summer semester and asks him to leave.
  • In other news, Imralion is still thinking about looking for a girlfriend. I’ve asked Keyalenn if his parents know of any social little parties going on in Silvermoon soon, and he came back to me with a whole list of them. I’m trying to stay out of it as much as I can. Imralion’s the one looking, not me. However, I am trying to coach him into being a little more confident. I think women tend to like confident men more, and he’s not going to meet anyone if he’s too scared to talk to them.
  • I want him to be happy, but I’m wondering if it’s coming at the expense of my own happiness. He keeps talking about having a girlfriend, and then maybe in a few years having a baby. I don’t know how he expects me to be able to do that. How can I take care of someone else’s child when mine can’t live with me? I suppose it was my decision to give her away, but I don’t think he would have stayed if I wanted to keep her, and at the time, it was too much of a shock to me to even consider it. Funny thing is, he feels strongly about making sure I go to see her, which I don’t mind, but she doesn’t do much yet except vomit on my hair. Anyway, he doesn’t want anything to do with her himself. I don’t know how that’s going to help things when she’s older and starts asking questions. She’s just going to think I preferred staying with a guy who wants nothing to do with her, rather than having her around.
  • I guess that’s kind of what happened though. It’s the truth. I don’t think there’s any way that she’s going to end up not hating me after all of this. Yet I’m somehow expected to forget about that, and raise his baby, but still go visit her.
  • I’m just not feeling good about any of this. I mean, the whole thing with the girlfriend is going to be tricky from the start. What if he likes her more? What if I get moved to the second bedroom every night? At first, I thought I’d be okay with it, but now I’m not sure. I keep thinking I’ll end up being the third wheel, and then it would just get more awkward if they had a baby.
  • But at the same time, I want him to be happy. I can’t say no because he’d hold that against me forever.
  • I don’t think it’s going to end well for me. I’ve been left before. I guess I can handle it again, but I’d rather not.
  • I don’t have anyone to talk to about this. I could tell the Confessor, but I don’t know if he’d really understand. He’d probably just say I should talk to Im about it, but again, that will just be me saying no, and I don’t want to do that. I want him to be happy, and if he’s happier with a girl, then I’ll have to deal with that when it comes. So I guess I kind of have a plan to wait and see, but that doesn’t stop the worry.
  • I guess I could try talking to Arancon. He’s done nothing but agree with me the last few times I’ve gone to see him.
  • The last thing I wanted to mention is that I’ve gone back to Silvermoon and confirmed with Julan that he’ll come dance. We have the date now, so I gave him a couple pieces of gold for advance pay. I just hope Imralion doesn’t ask Julan how he knows me. Maybe I could give Julan a few more silver to keep his mouth shut and just dance.

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Hethurin’s Notes

  • Today, after my morning class, which I cut short, Terellion and I went to Silvermoon to go to the Orphanage and finish the paperwork to adopt Malwen because we’re officially married now on paper even if we haven’t had the actual wedding yet. She saw us come in and ran up to us immediately. I love her so much already! The Matron checked everything on the papers, and asked how I knew Priest Haldeith Sunstone. He’s my father’s friend, so I’ve known him for a long time. Lani studied with him for a bit too. She seemed impressed by that, and we also brought a donation for the orphanage. She was happy about that too.
  • Terellion went with Malwen to help her get her things. I waited a little to speak to the Matron about the baby who had been brought in just a couple of days ago. I let her know that we were interested in adopting her, and asked if it would be possible.
  • She hesitated a bit, and said that the baby was being followed by Priest Sunstone, and that she had a friend who was just weaning her own baby who had offered to donate milk for her. She said it would be at least two weeks before Priest Sunstone would be coming to check on her less often, and even then she would still need the milk. She said goat’s milk works, but isn’t the best for a baby, so she really wanted her to stay at the orphanage for that. I started explaining that I’m a mage and it wouldn’t be any problem to come pick it up because I want the best for her too, but then I got an even better idea. I have two sisters who are priests who live close to the school. One of them specializes in pregnancy and children, and the other one just had a baby this winter and she’s still feeding it, so she has milk! I mentioned this instead, and told the Matron I was sure my sister would help out. She agreed to it, but I do have to keep in contact and make sure she and Priest Haldeith are informed about how well the baby is doing.
  • I was so happy! She gave me the forms to fill out for the baby. I took them up to Terellion and Malwen, who was still packing even though she only has a few things. Of course, when I asked Malwen if she would like the baby to come with us too, she screamed and said yes. She was jumping up and down and it was so cute! She’s really excited about having a baby sister. I’m really glad because she’s always had other kids around, and while we do have the general studies classroom, the kids there aren’t at the school all the time, and the older students for the magic studies aren’t exactly kids.
  • Terellion and I filled out the form before going back downstairs with Malwen. The Matron already had the baby out. She gave us the milk she had, and a couple of diapers extra. The baby is so beautiful. I might have cried a little after making the portal and bringing them both home because I’m so happy.
  • I told Terellion last night that I was expecting we would get married, and then in a few years we would start talking about adopting. I kind of brought Malwen home during Children’s Week, and that changed everything. Now I feel like everything’s coming together. I have my own school, and I’m doing something I love. I have a wonderful husband, and now I have two beautiful little daughters, and Malwen is really intrigued by magic so I’m hoping she has the ability to learn it well when she’s older. It’s a little early to tell yet. Even if she winds up wanting to be something else, I’ll always love her and support her.
  • We still have to think of a name for the baby. On the papers, she was just listed as ‘Unnamed Baby’, which I think isn’t a good way to be known. We want something that fits her well though, and that’s hard because how do you know it’s going to fit her personality when all she does is eat and sleep and poop? I’m sure we’ll think of something.
  • We’re letting Malwen take the rest of the day off from school. Unfortunately, I still have classes to teach, and after that, I need to take the baby to see Esladra, and ask Lani if she can give us milk for her. Terellion is going to show Malwen how to bake a cake, and I’m going to attempt to teach class with the baby in the sling. I used to do it with Rylad and he slept the whole time. It was really nice because I always knew where he was and that he was okay. He wasn’t a newborn though, and this baby is. Terellion said he would be able to hear if she started crying, and will come to get her so I can keep teaching.
  • We also need to take them both to get clothing for the wedding. Malwen is going to be so cute! I want to get her something that will match my robe, so I think I’ll take her to the same place I’m getting my robe done.
  • I have a feeling they’re both going to love growing up here. I know Terellion and I both love having them here.

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Nessna’s Log

I guess I’ve known for about a month or so. I mean the biggest clue was missing the monthly visitor, but I wanted to wait until I was sure before going to see my sisters in town to confirm. I’ve no doubt they’ve already written to father about it, probably as soon as I left to go back to the ranger building. Anyway, I’m pregnant. Sath is going to be a father, and Rylad is going to be a big brother.

My first clue was being tired all the time. That’s been going on for a few weeks now. There were a few times I wanted to nap on our short break during patrol! We stop by the school for lunch fairly often as Perothis wants to eat there with Desdeyliri. Normally, I talk to my brother a bit, but he’s been busy with his wedding plans so I just eat then go to sit in the garden for a bit. More than once, I caught myself with my eyes closed. As I remember with Rylad, this part does eventually go away, so I’ll be glad when it does!

I’ve not felt sick much this time, only very occasionally, so that’s different from what I experienced with Rylad. I was sick all the time then!

I wanted to do something special to let Sath know so I’ve bought a toy tiger cub, and put it in a box. I left a note with it, telling him that it was his cub to hold until the real one arrives. I plan to give it to him tonight. I can’t wait! I’ll tell Rylad too, but I’m not sure he’s old enough to really understand.

I did speak with my brother for a very short time at lunch once earlier this week. He’s talking about adopting a little girl at an orphanage in Silvermoon, and keeps talking about buying her dolls and everything. Hopefully, he knows there’s more to raising a child than just buying toys. I think he knows. He does run a school after all.

I didn’t tell him that I’m having another. Only five people know right now; my sisters, Isandri, and two of the other rangers. I’m sure Lani’s told her husband, but I did ask her to keep it quiet until I’ve had the chance to tell Sath. He’s going to be so happy!

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A Visit to the Priest

Hethurin Fairsong took a seat outside Priest Sunstone’s office at the Spire in Silvermoon City. He had been told that the priest would be a little late for his afternoon appointments as he was running some emergency errands around the city. Hethurin hoped it wasn’t too bad of an emergency. He had to return to the school in an hour to teach his next class.

Thankfully, the priest walked in a few minutes later. He was an older elf with long, greying blond hair that hung loosely halfway down his back. He looked down at his clipboard, “Hethurin Fairsong?”

“Yes.” Hethurin replied, rising from the chair.

“You look familiar. You’re Isturon’s boy, aren’t you?”

Hethurin nodded, “I am. I changed my name a couple of years ago when I moved to the Ghostlands, and started a school there. The name change has just been made official.”

“I recall he told me about that. I didn’t remember your new name. Hethurin then.” He glanced back down at the clipboard. “You’ve come to ask questions about marriage?”

Hethurin nodded again, “My father said I should come see you.” He followed the priest as he motioned towards a door on the other side of the room. Hethurin continued as he went to the priest’s office, “I’m getting married this summer, and my father is going to officiate it. However, my future husband and I have decided we want it done on paper beforehand.”

Priest Sunstone closed the door behind them and motioned of Hethurin to take a seat. “May I ask what the rush is?”

Hethurin smiled, “Malwen. She’s an orphan we sponsored during Children’s week. We can only visit her on weekends now, but we really want to be able to adopt her so we can bring her home.”

Priest Sunstone sat at his desk, and opened one of the drawers. “I’m happy to hear you’ve decided to give an orphan a family. If you’re even half as successful as your father claims, she’s going to be one lucky little girl, and with two loving fathers too.” He pulled out some papers and put them on the desk in front of Hethurin. “I just came from the orphanage myself.”

Hethurin glanced at the papers but wondered why the priest had gone to the orphanage. Had his emergency been there? “Is everything okay?”

“Well, one of the kids broke his arm a few weeks ago so I had to follow up on him, but while I was there, a baby was brought in. She’d been left in a rubbish heap in the Row, much like your Malwen had been. She wasn’t more than a few hours old. I had to stay to check her out. She had a couple of small cuts, probably from broken glass, but other than that she’s a perfectly healthy baby. She was lucky to be found and brought in when she was.”

Hethurin blinked at the priest, “Malwen was found in the garbage like this baby was? Who would do such a thing?”

Priest Sunstone shrugged, “There are many desperate people in the Row who do many desperate things. Enough people there have trouble taking care of themselves without adding a child to the mix. They still wind up having them because they can’t afford ways of preventing it. I’ve been trying to make an impact there by handing out teas to some of the women. I can only reach a few at a time, and going by what happened today, I know it’s not enough. However, I think it’s better to believe that perhaps I prevented two babies from being brought in instead of just the one, but even one abandoned child is one too many.”

Hethurin nodded with a frown.

“Of course, you’re here for these.” The priest indicated the papers on the desk. “You and your future husband both have a section to fill out. After that, you’ll need to bring them back to me. You’ll both have to sign them at the bottom in front of myself and another witness.”

Hethurin paused a moment, waiting for further instructions. When none were given, he asked, “Then what?”

“Then that’s it.”

“Will I need another appointment to bring them back? It’s just that it takes two weeks to wait for the appointment, but I’m sure we can fill out this form in thirty minutes. We’d really like to bring Malwen to her new home as soon as possible.”

“Normally, yes, but I understand the situation. If you fill them out this afternoon, you can bring them back before I leave at the end of the day, if you wish.”

Hethurin paused in thought before saying, “I have an idea.”


“Well, we’d like to list you as a reference when we fill out the forms to adopt Malwen, especially since they know you at the orphanage. However, you haven’t even seen where we live. I could come back at the end of the day and make a portal so you can have supper with us. I’ll show you around the house so you can see where she’ll be moving to. Then we could sign the papers, and Terellion and I can go to the orphanage tomorrow.”

The priest smiled, “I didn’t have plans tonight. I think that sounds like an excellent idea.”

“Great!” Hethurin grinned, “I’ll be by just before the office closes for the day.” He picked up the forms the priest wanted him to fill out.

“I’ll see you then.”

Hethurin continued smiling as he cast his teleport. He couldn’t wait to tell Terellion.


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Alinash’s Arrival

I’m inside the school. I’m known as Lhoris Brightblade here, and they actually all believe me when I say I’m 50! Most of the other people here are young; well, older than me, but still young. I met the headmaster this morning and I don’t think he’s a day over 100.

I arrived last night. At first, I was worried as one of the people who works here said that the headmaster was busy. However, he then invited me to eat, and after I was done filling up on food and cake, I was shown to a room.

Having supper here before meeting the headmaster gave me an excellent opportunity to ask a few questions. The worker was there, and one of the students was as well. The worker, Terellion, said he makes cakes. Des, the student, said she’s been there the longest. Terellion told me after she left that she’s one of the more advanced students. I decided before arriving that my parents are rich, and that my mother must be a little nuts and worried about me. So I never went to regular school, but I had tutors at home. They believed I have the same amount of general education as everyone else. Oh, and I made up a dear old grandmother on the fly. She was an enchanter, but she died during the Scourge attack upon the city. So tragic. They believed me, but now I need to feign a keen interest in taking the enchanting class.

There are only seven students here, so I’ll be the eighth, but I don’t know if I count because I’m not really a student. I guess I do because they don’t know any better.

I asked if I could take walks on the school grounds and was told that I could. I actually hate walks, but it’s good news as I’ll be able to go see Harrier without raising any suspicion. After what I found out at supper, I have a feeling it would be best to go see him very soon. There are builders who are going to start working on fixing up the abandoned houses on the school grounds. Harrier and I had chosen one to stay in as it was near the school, and we had a good view of the main building from there. However, if builders are coming, he needs to be warned ahead of time. It’s not that I don’t think he could get out unnoticed if they started going there, but I’m worried he might not take everything with him if he only has short notice. Then the workers would find whatever he had to leave behind, which, depending what’s left, could be bad. I’ll warn him the first chance I get to take a walk.

They said there was a butler here named Tik who makes all the meals. I think he has a funny name, but he makes wonderful food. I’ll have to ask him to pack a large lunch for me when I go for my walk. I’m sure Harrier would appreciate it. It’ll also give me a chance to talk to the butler who may have a sort of key for the wards when the headmaster isn’t here.

I did speak with the headmaster this morning. He said he didn’t sense much magical ability with me, but I came across as very enthusiastic. He said I could study there even if I wound up not being able to pass the test to become a mage. Understanding magic is just as important, so he says. I completely agreed with him. I explained the situation with my schooling. He did not seem happy to learn I have no test scores. So now he wants me to take some test that he has to go get in Silvermoon. I hate tests. Maybe he’ll also get the answer key. If he does, I hope it’s not left anywhere warded! I don’t know how I’ll pass if I don’t get my hands on the answers first.

Of course, I can avoid all of that if I can find the book first. He said it would be a few weeks before he can get the test for me as he’s preparing for the end of the semester and any free time that he does have is spent planning for his wedding. Oh, yeah, he’s getting married to the cake baker. He wouldn’t shut up about that. Anyway, he said I couldn’t officially enroll in the school without some kind of test score, but he would let me sit in on the classes. The best part is he’s letting me stay here free until I’m officially a student. That works out quite well since when I write my crazy, old, eccentric mother to tell her to send payment, nothing is going to happen because she doesn’t really exist. This gives me a few extra weeks at least, and that should be enough to find a book.

I have a feeling that I’ll need that time. Oh, it’s just finding a book, but in a huge house with a million bookshelves. I don’t think it’s going to be as easy as it sounds. I lost count of all the bookcases I saw while the headmaster gave me a tour of the school. I hate so many bookcases. There’s one in my bedroom, so I imagine that means all the students must have their own. He also mentioned individual practice rooms, and I bet there’s books in there too. I’ll have to make friends with the other students so I can get in their rooms and practice rooms.

If I can find a way to sneak Harrier in, then he’d be able to check rooms while most people are busy with classes. It may not be too difficult. Oddly, I saw another kaldorei here at the school while I was on my tour. She had the strangest looking child with her, with purple skin and green eyes. If the people here are kaldorei-friendly, then maybe I can invite Harrier as my friend. I suppose I’d have to explain how I met him somehow, but it’s something to think about.

I do really need to talk to him, and not just about the builders. Things happened the morning I returned from Silvermoon. They were good things, I thought. Well, I didn’t stop him. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone like that, not counting that one whore I trust in Stormwind with my identity. I mean, if it’s paid for, it doesn’t count.

Speaking of whores, I was surprised to find one here at the school. Oh, he’s a teacher and a fire mage now, but I remember him standing out on the corner of our street in Murder Row. As I recall, he never had to stand out there for very long before he was gone again. I used to spend a lot of time looking out the window when Syrina locked me in the room. I knew it was him before the headmaster introduced him. I had been trying to not be noticed, but he looked right at me when Magister Fairsong introduced me as Lhoris Brightblade. Then he said it was nice to meet me or something, and repeated my name, but when he said it, he said ‘Brightblaze’, my real last name. The headmaster corrected him and told him my name was Brightblade. The whore repeated Brightblade then said ‘right’ and flashed me a smile. I hate whores.

I was a bit alarmed after that. I thought my cover was blown, and that he’d tell the headmaster for sure. I asked the headmaster if I could go to the library. If that whore was going to say anything, I was going to get to the most likely place for the book before being told to leave. Anyway, the headmaster led me there and left me to study. I started looking for the book right away. I just wanted to get the book and get out.

However, as I was searching the shelves for it, the whore came in. Then he said my real name again, like he thinks this is some sort of game or something. I hate games! He asked me who I was going to kill. Just like that, aloud, in the library with open doors. I informed him that I’m not in that business anymore. He said that was good because if a single hair on anyone at the school was harmed, he would see to it that I suffered eternally. I assured him that I wasn’t there to hurt anyone, and expressed doubt that he could make me suffer more than I already have. He said that I didn’t really want to find out. I suppose if he’s a fire mage now, I really don’t. Then he asked me what I had come to the school for. I’m reluctant to tell him the real reason. I almost did. He could help so that I’d leave the property faster and he’d know his friends were safe. I didn’t though because I thought he could rat and then I’d never get the book. I told him I was in it for the free meals since I don’t have any work. He said he was keeping an eye on me, which I found funny since he only has one working eye now. He has a nasty scar around the other and it’s all clouded and gross looking. But then he smiled at me again like he thinks he’s ahead of me or something. I hate smiling whores.

I’ll have to tell Harrier about that too, of course. I’m worried that he’ll think it’s too dangerous to continue, but I think if the whore was going to rat, he’d have done it by now. I am a little worried that he’ll want payment for his silence, much like that swine in Silvermoon did. Hopefully, he’s happy enough with just threatening me.

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A Day in Silvermoon

Alinash Brightblaze approached the Shepherd’s Gate. There were less people than he had expected which would make passing the by the guards slightly more risky. He filed into line behind a farmer with a cart who was bringing his goods to sell in the market. He smiled briefly as he saw one of the two guards at the gate stop someone ahead of them and began to ask him questions. That was good. There would be one less pair of eyes on him.

He moved closer to the gate, staying directly behind the farmer’s cart. He eyed the guard interrogating the man he had stopped as if it were a spectacle to slow down and watch. In reality, he simply wanted to keep his head turned away from the other guard.

Alinash flinched as someone grabbed his arm. With his head turned, he hadn’t seen that the idle guard had, in fact, taken notice of him.

“Hey, you!” The guard shouted at him as he pulled him away from the other elves passing through the gate. Alinash suppressed the impulse to reach for one of his daggers that he had hidden on his person for self-defense. The guard continued, “You’re a bit young to be traveling alone. Don’t you have schooling to attend?”

Alinash bit his lip. He hadn’t had to deal with comments about his youth for a few years now. “I’m sorry, sir. I should be in school. You’re right about that. But my baby sister is gravely ill. Minn’da has to stay at home to take care of her, and Ann’da has to work the fields on the farm or there won’t be any food to eat. Minn’da said it would be okay if I miss school just this once. Please, sir. I have to go to the Spire, and see Priest Sunstone. Minn’da says he’ll help.” Alinash silently hoped that Priest Sunstone still worked at the Spire. He was well-known in Murder Row for taking charity cases. He supposed if the priest was no longer there, and the guard knew of it, he could just feign ignorance on the part of his false mother.

The guard said nothing about the priest, but still seemed concerned that he was missing school. “Did your Minn’da write a note?”

“Minn’da doesn’t write very well, sir. I don’t think she’d be able to if she tried. She wasn’t very good in school, and then she had me so she couldn’t go anymore.”

“Just let the kid go through and see the priest. Do you know your way to the Spire, kid?” The other guard, having finished questioning the elf he had stopped, stepped over.

Alinash’s heart was racing, but he continued on with his acting. “I do! I’ve gone there with Minn’da a few times. I’m sure I remember the way.” He grinned innocently as a proud child would.

The first guard let go of his arm as the second one nodded and said, “Just be careful not to make a wrong turn and end up on the Row. There’s lots of unsavory types there.”

Alinash nodded in agreement. “I’ll be careful. Thank you, sir!” He hurried off through the gate, pacing himself to be in a rush, but not too much of a rush. For him, he couldn’t round a street corner fast enough. At least they hadn’t recognized him. He wasn’t going to give them any reason to be suspicious. He didn’t look back, but calmly, with only a hint of a child’s enthusiasm for saving his imaginary sister, made his way to the first street that turned towards the Spire. The library and the market that he wanted to visit were both on the way to the Spire, so his lie worked out well.

He hurried along the streets to the market, carefully picking those which he remembered were patrolled less often by the guards. He hoped the patrols were the same since he had left a few year years ago. He supposed they must be as he reached the market without seeing a single guard. He noticed one arcane patroller making it’s way through the crowd at one end of the market. Alinash had no doubt there were guards at their posts around the market as well. He hoped the posts were all at the same places he remembered them being. He joined a steady flow of people heading along one side of the market, opposite the direction of the arcane patroller. He knew there was a wine shop in this direction as well.

He found the shop without incident, and bought two bottles of aged Silvermoon red. He had thought briefly of stealing them, but good wine was something worth paying for. Besides, if he was caught, he’d only cause trouble for himself, and trouble was the last thing he needed in Silvermoon.

He made his way back out into the market after securing the bottles in his bag. The wine shop owner had asked about his age, but Alinash had expected that he might. He simply told the man that his father had sent him to get it for a party that he was throwing for later that day. The shop owner had believed him, and made small talk about the party as Alinash paid.

All in all, things were going quite well. Alinash quickly found a stall with hand-made blankets, and bought one for Harrier, who had complained about the scratchy blankets at the chapel. True it was warming up, but it was still cold at night sometimes. It was also true that he’d only be using it on the way home. Alinash hoped he’d like it anyway.

He started heading out of the market and towards the gate that led towards the Spire when someone brushed up against him. He caught the elf by the wrist just as his hand was going in Alinash’s pocket. He turned to look at who would dare to pick his pocket while tightening his grip on the wrist. All he could see was the lower half of the elf’s face from under his cloak. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the surprised mouth curl into a sly grin.

“Brightblaze. Imagine finding you here.”

The smile seemed familiar, but it wasn’t until the elf said something that Alinash could place it. “Paeris Skyweaver, reduced to picking pockets?” He let go of the other elf’s wrist and took a few steps towards the gate.

“An elf needs something to live off of. I wouldn’t get too sassy if I were you. There’s a nice price on your pretty little head, and there’s guards right over there.” Paeris nodded towards one of the guard posts as he followed alongside Alinash.

Alinash furrowed his brow in thought as he continued walking. “Our employer was caught. How are you not wanted as well?”

“They arrested him before they got to his office. I destroyed his records of me before they had time to get there and figure out who worked for him. I was lucky. I was in the right place at the right time.” He looked at Alinash as they passed through the gate, “We all thought you had left the city.”

“I did.” Alinash twitched an ear in irritation. “You say you were lucky, but you could have just as easily have been a rat. How else would you have known he was being arrested elsewhere at the moment that you were destroying the records?” His voice lowered as they passed through a crowd on the other side of the gate.

Paeris lowered his voice as he replied, “I never rat when I’m paid well, and as much as I did dislike our former employer, he gave us very fair percentages. Speaking of being paid well, there’s a guard post just ahead, and you did stop me from taking your coin. Given the price on your head, I think you owe me to keep quiet.”

Alinash kept his voice low, “You’re a swine, Paeris.”

Paeris held out his hand, “Now, or I yell for help.”

Alinash hesitated, quickly considering his options. He could easily flee on foot and very likely get away. He had an advantage of being shorter than most elves, and therefore easily lost in a crowd to even the tallest guards. However, even if he did manage to flee, that would leave him without the trip to the library for the book. The book was the reason he had to come back to Silvermoon in the first place. The street was too crowded to silence Paeris in any way. Alinash did feel he could use a good kick to the throat, but not in front of so many people. Running him through with a dagger wasn’t a valid option in this crowd either. Alinash reached for his coin purse. He held it out and dropped it in Paeris’s hand.

“It feels light.”

“It’s all I have.”

Paeris twitched an ear. “You have an hour before I tell the guards I saw you.”

Alinash scowled at the other elf before heading off in the general direction of the library. He looked back a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t being followed. “Swine.” he muttered under his breath as he walked by a large fountain. The library was just on the other side of the fountain. He was aware that time was ticking now, especially since he wasn’t even sure if Paeris knew how long an hour was. He quickened his pace to the library.

He was relieved to see the library was open, and there wasn’t anyone standing at the door telling him he wasn’t allowed to go in. He’d never been to the library before, and wasn’t sure what to expect. He’d never seen so many books in one place. He wasn’t sure where to start looking for the one he had come for. He realized that his bewilderment must have shown on his face as an older elf approached him.

“Can I help you? You look a little overwhelmed. I’m Belanor Sunseer, one of the librarians.”

Alinash glanced around at all the book shelves, still unsure the other elf could help him find just one. “I’m looking for a book.”

The older elf smiled, “You are in the right place. Are you looking for a specific book, or a book on a specific subject?”

“A specific book.” Alinash still didn’t believe the elf could find it, but decided to give it a try anyway. It would be better than looking through them all himself. “It’s called Time to Cast. I think it’s about magic.”

The librarian looked at him. “An early mage student? You barely look old enough to be finished with your general education.”

Alinash withheld an ear twitch. No one ever mentioned how young he looked in Stormwind. “Oh no, it’s not for me. It’s for my older brother. He asked me to come get it for him on my break between classes.” Alinash lied to prevent any questions about magic studies that he wouldn’t know the answers to, as well as to excuse himself for not being in school at the moment.

The librarian nodded, “This way then.” He led Alinash past long rows of books and into another large room with even more books. Alinash wondered how many other rooms there were.

The librarian stopped at a cabinet full of drawers, and slid one out, revealing cards inside. He started to flip through them. “You said Time to Cast is the name of the book?”

Alinash nodded.

The librarian slowed as he flipped through the cards, looking at each one more carefully now. He went a few cards back and flipped through the same ones again. “It appears we don’t have it.”

“How can you tell? You’re not even looking at the books. My older brother was sure it was here.”

The librarian sighed. “We can check the section I think it would be in if we had it, but I assure you that every book we have has a card in the library index.”

Alinash followed the other elf down a long corridor of books to the section he thought it might be in.

“I don’t see it anywhere here either.”

“If someone borrowed it, can you tell when it’ll be back?”

“No one borrowed it if there’s no card for it.” The librarian said. Another librarian happened to turn down the same row of books. The first librarian motioned for him to come over. “This is Tandar. He works this section of the library. Tandar, have you heard of a book called Time to Cast? Our young friend here is looking for it for his older brother, who is certain we have it. I’ve not found any card for it in the index, nor can we find the book on the shelf. I thought you might know more since you keep this section organized.”

Tandar frowned as he joined the other two elves, “Time to Cast? It wouldn’t be on these shelves. These books are for beginning mages and that book is rather advanced. Some of the Magisters complained that it had some outdated spells, so it was taken off the shelf.”

Alinash twitched an ear, “What happens to books that get taken off the shelf?”

“We store them in another room and put them out for sale one weekend per month.”

“So you still have it. It’s just in another room.”

“Oh no,” Tandar answered, “This book was taken off the shelf months ago. It was sold the first time it went out for sale.”

“Sold? To whom?” Alinash was beginning to get impatient. He tried not to let it show.

“You’re lucky I actually know the answer to that question.” Tandar stated. “I happened to be filling in that day for Karesh at noon so that he could go get lunch. He’s the one who usually handles our book sales. Any way, the book was sold to a young mage. I remember him because he said he was the headmaster of a new school in the Ghostlands. Naturally, I didn’t believe him, but I looked it up, and they’re actually on the ranked list, and not at a very bad placement on it either.”

Alinash raised a brow, “The Ghostlands?”

The second librarian nodded, “Fairsong Academy, if my memory serves me right.”

“Fairsong Academy.” Alinash repeated. “Thank you. I’ll let my brother know. Perhaps he’ll make the trip there and ask if he can borrow it.” He frowned slightly and headed back towards the library exit.

He wasn’t sure how much time was left in Paeris’s hour, but the quicker he made it to the Shepherd’s Gate, the better.

The gate to Eversong was in his sight when he heard the warning bell sound. His ears straightened and he looked about. The guards were being put on alert. The bell sounded once more. It was a high alert then. They would have someone running around to all the guard posts to inform them what it was about. Alinash knew he only had a limited amount of time before the guards at the gate were informed about what they were on alert for, and he had a bad suspicion that it was him they were looking for. He quickened his pace towards the gate. The guards, a different pair than the two he had seen when he had entered the city, watched the crowd with sharp eyes. He kept his head down and walked just off to the side behind an older blond woman, hoping to be mistaken as her son and not looked at past that.  They were no more than three yards away from the guard post when a younger guard ran up to the older two.

“What are we on alert for?” One of the guards posted at the gate asked.

The younger guard took out a rolled up piece of paper and unrolled it in front of them. Alinash couldn’t see it from the angle he was at. He looked back down at the ground, keeping pace with the older woman near him.

“Brightblaze? This poster has been hanging up in the headquarters for quite some time now.”

Alinash stiffened at mention of his name. That swine. I hate that swine. He forced his feet to keep moving and tried to appear at ease. I’m just following my old mother home.

“He was spotted between the market and the Spire by someone who claims to have been neighbors with him in the Row. He’s sure he’s not mistaken.”

Alinash passed the guard post, keeping his eyes on the ground, and matching the older woman’s pace.

“We’ll watch for him then.”

The other guard spoke up, “It’s probably a false alert. You know how it is. People from the Row get a sniff of gold, and suddenly they start seeing all sorts of things if they think they’re getting paid for it. Sorry to say for him that seeing someone doesn’t pay unless it leads to capture. We’ll be on alert anyway. We’ve been looking for this one for a while.”

The voices faded behind him. Alinash couldn’t make out anything else that was said as he walked further along the path leading away from the gate. The older woman he had followed out headed south at the fork in the road. He took the path heading west that led back to the ruins that he and Harrier were staying in. He had much to discuss with him.

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