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Aeramin’s Notes

(( The prompt for the past week was to write a story that takes place on another planet. Azeroth is another planet, and bonus points because they’re actually in Outland right now. I wrote Aeramin’s notes for this prompt because it totally counts. ))

  • We’re in Shattrath for a week. It’s been over a year since the school’s last trip here. Hethurin said it was because he didn’t want to travel with Narise being so small. I think it could be worse now because she can crawl around and likes to put everything in her mouth, but what do I know…
  • I am glad he’s finally decided to start the trips here again. I don’t want to sound like I’m not. The library here is much more extensive than the library at the school, even if he is constantly adding books to it. It greatly benefits the students to be able to come to a real actual library so that they can look at books that he doesn’t have.
  • He told me that the rooms in the upper part of the library will be available for us to teach in. Hah… No thanks. I never want to go into one of those rooms again. I’ll be teaching the fire classes outside, thank you. I’ll have to go up to put a note on the door of the room he reserved for us so that the students know to find me outside, but that’s it. I am NOT sticking around to hang out up there.
  • He’s also rented almost every room at the inn. Luckily, I didn’t need one. I was renting out the house here, but it’s currently not occupied, so Imralion and I are staying there. I asked Im to come with me, and promised him a portal to Silvermoon everyday so he can go wear his shiny armor in the city. He agreed to come. It’s good to spend time with him here in the place where we met.
  • I went to the market and bought a bunch of the spicy vegetables he likes. I’ll make him a special meal later this week.
  • I also gave the two newest students a bit of gold to spend at the market here. They’re adjusting well to the school and everything, I think. Neither of them want the other students to know where they’re from, and I can’t fault them for that. I’m open about where I’m from and what I used to do, but they’re at the age where things like that can affect who wants to be friends with them and stuff like that. It’s true, there’s a lot of students from well-off families at the school, but I don’t think they realize not all of them are. I’ve been making sure to take a little extra time to talk to them, and I think they know that if they need to talk, I’m here for them.
  • Speaking of talks, I finally had one with Im, and I think it wound up being good. It was at the spring ball, which probably wasn’t the best place. If things hadn’t went so well, it would have been the worst ball ever. Luckily, things did go well. I think he understands a little better what I’ve been going through, and I think I’m ready to stop blaming myself for some things and start forgiving myself for others.
  • For the first time in a long time, I feel like things are going to be okay.

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The Ballroom Theater

(( I’m behind again and this is for last week’s prompt, a story set in a theater. I had an idea for a school play, which is kinda like a theater, even it it was just a temporary theater set up in the ballroom at Fairsong Academy. ))

Malwen Fairsong peeked out from behind the curtain that had been placed next to the stage that was set up in the ballroom. They had started to come in and take their seats. There were students, other teachers, and parents. She didn’t see Arcann’da yet, but she did see Ann’da. He was helping to organize the seating, and counting the chairs. She watched as he left the room and brought back two more chairs, placing them with the others.


She recognized Vaildor’s voice behind her. She turned to face him as he spoke again.

“Don’t let everyone see your costume and makeup before the show.” He pulled the curtain closed.

“I was just checking the audience.”

“Oh, Miss Lali is about to introduce us. We have to be ready.”

Just as he said that, she saw Miss Lali, her teacher, step up onto the stage. She joined the other children who watched from the side, still behind the curtain as her teacher began speaking.

“Thank you all for coming. The students have all worked very hard this year, and this play is part of their combined history and performing art project. This year our focus has been on world history, and the history of the different races of Azeroth. The students have chosen the War of the Ancients as the subject for today’s theater play, and they hope you all enjoy it.” Lali flashed a smile before walking off the stage towards the students. Tik, who stood on the other side of the stage pulled on a rope to close the stage curtains.

“Okay, let’s get the props up.” Vaildor said. He had spent weeks helping make the props. Fake wooden trees were moved into the background and up front another piece was painted to look like water. Malwen thought he had used too much glitter on it, but she moved into place.

She was left standing on the stage alone as the others moved off to the side. A nod from Miss Lali indicated that the curtain was about to open again. Malwen took a deep breath and watched as the audience came into view. She smiled when she saw her Arcann’da standing near the door holding her sister, Narise, but quickly remembered her role. Highborne queens didn’t smile did they? Not evil ones anyway. She took another deep breath while waiting for Tik to finish opening the curtain all the way.

Another nod from Miss Lali indicated it was time to start.

She held her hands out over the glittery painted water and waved them around. “I am Queen Azshara, and I have great power in the Well of Eternity.”

Miss Lali’s voice came from off-stage, deepened as she tried to sound like a big bad demon, “Oh, but if you open a portal and let me through, I will make your world a paradise and perfect for you.”

“Who are you? Are you in the well?” Malwen called out while looking at the painted water.

“Yes, my name is Sargeras. Help me, and I will help you become the queen of paradise!” Lali responded using the same voice. Malwen thought she sounded silly, but did her best to refrain from laughing.

“Lady Vashj! Come here!” Malwen called out.

Irael, one of the new students at her father’s magic academy who also had general education classes, walked onto the stage. “My Queen, how can I serve you?”

“We need to open a portal in the well. My friend, Sargeras, is stuck in there, and if we help him, he will help us. Get our best people on it now!”

Irael nodded.

Miss Lali narrated from off-stage. “And so they started opening a portal with the Well of Eternity to allow Sargeras into the world. Sargeras convinced the Queen to allow his forces through first, telling her that they would be needed to assist him and make her very powerful.”

At that moment, Naraleth ran onto the stage, his little costume giving away that he was part of the act. A tail was pinned to the back of his pants and he wore tiny little horns. Felarius followed him, another of the magic students who was also in general classes. His horns were bigger.

“I am Mannaroth, and this is an imp. We are here to assist you!” Felarius said.

“Oh good. Just stand over there until I need you.” Malwen said, pointing towards the back of the stage.

Miss Lali narrated again from off-stage. “More forces came through, and word of what was happening spread to the elves outside the Highborne circles. They decided something had to be done to stop it.”

Malwen, Irael, and Felarius held still while Naraleth fidgeted. On the other side of the stage, three other elves walked up in front of the fake painted trees. The magical lighting focused on the new trio while dimming over the others.

“Malfurion, what will we do?” Terellion’s youngest sister said.

“I don’t know, Tyrande. We should ask Malorne to help, and maybe the dragons too. We need to destroy the well before anymore demons can come through.” Kiandris replied. He wore tiny antlers on his head.

“Don’t be hasty, brother. I, Illidan, will go to the palace and ask the queen to stop. We must save the well.” Vaildor said.

“She won’t listen to you. The well is what caused all of this mess in the first place.” Kiandris replied.

“I bet she just doesn’t know what’s going on out here. I can tell her!” Vaildor said.

“Boys! Stop fighting! Illidan, you shouldn’t go, but I love your brother!” Terellion’s youngest sister said.

Miss Lali once again narrated from offstage. “Illidan went to the palace, upset that Tyrande wasn’t in love with him. He was able to speak with the queen.”

The lighting shifted again, following Vaildor as he crossed the stage.

“My Queen, the resistance is planning an attack on the well. We must save the well.”

Malwen looked at him, “I can take care of them.” She looked at Felarius and Naraleth. “Mannaroth and imp, go stop those elves from getting near the well!”

Felarius took Naraleth’s hand and helped him across the stage. The light followed them as Miss Lali narrated, “The demons attacked the kaldorei fighters, but they hadn’t expected that the resistance would have found help so soon. The dragons came to help. Malorne and Agamaggan also assisted.”

Terellion’s other sister walked on the stage wearing a dragon costume, “I am Alexstrasza, the dragon queen, and I am here to help. The other flights have come too, but our brother, Deathwing, betrays us.”

Miss Lali narrated again, “Even with the loss of many dragons, the kaldorei resistance was able to fight up to the palace.”

Felarius and Naraleth moved backward while Kiandris and Terellion’s sisters walked closer to the well prop.

“Oh no, they are here!” Vaildor said, moving closer to the well.

“Relax. Sargeras is coming now. He’ll take care of it.” Malwen said.

Vaildor took a vial out of his pocket and held it towards the painted water. At the same time, Kiandris waved his hands towards Felarius and Naraleth.

Felarius fell to the floor. He whispered, rather loudly, “Naraleth, play dead. They killed us!”

Naraleth laughed and fell across Felarius.

Kiandris ignored the giggling, “It is too late! We have succeeded in defeating your demons, and now we will destroy the well!”

Malwen stood and faced him, “No, it is you who is too late. Sargeras is coming through the portal now!”

“We need to disrupt the spell!” Terellion’s youngest sister cried out.

Miss Lali once again narrated from offstage. “When they disrupted the spell being cast to allow Sargeras to pass through, the well imploded on itself. They had little time to escape, and many of the highborne, including Queen Azshara and Lady Vashj were turned into naga as the area flooded. The land was broken but safe for the time being.”

Vaildor held up his vial and winked as the curtain closed.



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“Please, I need to talk to someone.”

Aeramin turned in the hallway to face the other elf, “There’s a confessor in town for that, Julan.”

“He’s not going to understand this.”

Aeramin raised a brow while noting how anxious Julan appeared, “Does it matter? He’s there to talk to. I think he tries to understand no matter what his patients say.”

“Tries to understand and actually understanding are two different things, but you— I know you would understand.”

“I have a lesson to be at in ten minutes, Julan. I don’t have time right now.”

“You have ten minutes. You just said so.”

Aeramin sighed, “Fine.” He turned back around and walked the other way in the hallway, “Follow me, we’ll talk in my office.” He heard the quickened footsteps behind him indicating that Julan was doing as he asked.

He opened the office door and waited as Julan passed through. “Have a seat, and not on the desk this time.” He moved to his own chair as Julan took a seat at a chair on the other side of the desk. “Okay, what is it?”

Julan took a deep breath, “Faeris said I’m his boyfriend.”

Aeramin twitched an ear in the silence that followed. “Okay, and?”

“That’s it.”

“Umm, okay, congrats on that.” Aeramin started to get up.

“No, wait! I mean how can he think that? I’ve never been a boyfriend before. I don’t know what I’m doing!”

“Julan, we have shared a bed, and I know that you know very well what you’re doing.”

“I don’t mean sex. I mean boyfriend.”

Aeramin sat back down, “Wait, you mean you’ve never..”

“No! I’ve never been in love. I don’t know how it works or what to do, or if it’s love or what. Does he mean he loves me by saying I’m his boyfriend? What do I do?”

“I’m going to say what I hear the Confessor say a lot. Talk to him. I think you need to ask him what he expects of you as a boyfriend. Most guys, when they say that, expect their boyfriend to be with them and not trying to get with all the other guys. Also, I am going to guess that if he thinks of you as his boyfriend, he probably wants to spend time with you.”

“Time with me exclusively?”

Aeramin nodded.

“Oh, I think I’m going to faint. How can this be happening?” Julan threw himself dramatically back in the chair and looked at the ceiling. “Maybe I should go back to the Row.”

“You don’t like him?”

“I do! I just— I don’t know. I never saw myself being with one guy.” He leaned forward quickly, his curls bouncing as his head came to a stop. “Aeramin, I don’t know if I can do this.”

“I think you can, but you won’t know if you run back to the Row. I thought you liked the rangers.”

“I do! Except Orledin. Well, I like his cookies.”

“Then why leave? So you have a boyfriend, give it a chance. Maybe you’ll like it.”

“But what if some other cute guy wants to be with me?”

Aeramin shrugged, “Ask Faeris if he wants to have a threesome?”

“Do you think he’d be okay with that if he’s really serious?”

“I don’t know. That’s why you have to ask him. If he’s not okay with it, then don’t—” He was interrupted by a knock at the door. He glanced at the door then back to Julan, “That’s probably my student coming to find me for her lesson. Stay in the room and leave after I leave. I don’t know if she’d recognize you or not, but I don’t need her thinking I have you in my office for anything other than talking.”

Julan nodded once, stood, and stepped out of direct view of the doorway.

Aeramin hoped he’d listen and talk to Faeris to sort things out. Teaching fire magic theory quickly put thoughts of Julan’s troubles out of his mind.

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