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A Trip Sideways

“You’ve memorized the spells I gave you?”

“Yes, Renner.”

“And you’re sure that your invisibility spell will work for both of us?”

“I’ve made the necessary adjustments, and tested it multiple times.  It works, as long as no one gets too close to us, and we don’t go too far apart.”

“That should be sufficient then.  Will we be able to talk?”

“I wove in a sound dampening spell.  We’ll be able to talk quietly without people hearing us.  We shouldn’t be too loud though.  I can’t guarantee they won’t hear if you decide to shout.”

“I have no intention of shouting.  We’re only going to investigate for now.  I’d like to know more before trying to find the mage.  I’d rather we not disturb the timelines any more than they’ve already been disturbed.”

Hethurin nodded.  He’d like to know more too.  He’d especially like to know why he left a teenager in his room and teleported away.  Having the kid here was causing problems, even with Lani watching him.  Just earlier today, she had accused him of ‘experimenting’ when he was younger, having a child, and hiding it from everyone.  The sooner they found out where, and when, the kid really belonged, the better.

“I’d like to start with the most recent portal residue.”

“The one with the dead dragon?  Are you sure?”

Renner frowned, “Yes.  It’s the most recent location they stayed that we know of.  Maybe there’s some clue to tell us where they came from that we weren’t able to find just from the vision.  We likely won’t need the invisibility and the sound dampening spell this time.  I don’t think we’ll see anyone else there, but it will be good practice.”

Hethurin nodded.  It would be good to practice since actually going to an alternate timeline wasn’t something he had done yet, nor had he any practice with the invisibility and sound dampening while in another reality.  That was one of the reasons he hadn’t told Desdeyliri about this lesson, and instead had given her his class to teach.  He liked that she could sit in on his lessons with Renner, but this wasn’t just a vision.  This was for real, and they didn’t know what would happen there.  He glanced at Renner and seeing him nod, he cast the invisibility spell, then cast the spell to send them both to the other reality.

It was quiet and overcast as it often was in the Ghostlands.  Renner and Hethurin looked around at their new surroundings.  They were in the building at the bottom of the hill next to the stable.  In his reality, this was his sister’s home, but here, it had been abandoned.  Although there was no one there now, there had been someone living there recently.  Hethurin walked over to where some drawings hung on the wall over an old sofa.  He had looked at them before when they looked into the vision of this place, but now that he was really here, he could touch them.  He unpinned one from the wall.  It was signed like the others.  Vaildor had drawn them.  This showed an elf in combat against a dragon.  The drawings had all been done on scraps of paper.  Hethurin turned this one over to find an old bill of sale for two hawkstriders.  He didn’t recognize the names and the paper looked fairly old.  The date indicated that the sale had taken place just before the Scourge attack.

He glanced out the window towards the stable.  The large, bronze body still lay out there.  He looked back at the drawing on the opposite paper.  If the boy was to be believed, it was his own alternate self who killed the dragon.  He looked up as Renner spoke.

“I don’t think we’ll run into anyone here.  You can drop the invisibility.  You look around the house.  I’m going to look outside.”

“You’re sure that no one’s there?”

“No, but it seems unlikely.  I just want to check to see if any of the other buildings look lived in.  Check around here for anything to indicate how long they were here, and where they came from.  I’ll be back shortly.”

Hethurin frowned, but started up the stairs as Renner left the house.  Each step creaked as he went up, some seeming to bow under his weight.  Though he was not a heavy elf, he stopped to cast a spell to make himself lighter.  It was better to be safe than sorry, and he did not want to fall through the stairs.

After reaching the second floor, he went into the first room.  It was the smaller of the two bedrooms.  In his own reality, it was Lani’s spare room.  Nessna had been staying in it, but now Vaildor was.  Here, it didn’t look like anyone had stayed there in quite some time.  There was a poorly patched hole in the roof over some pots in the middle of the room.  They appeared to have been there for some time, all of them displaying rings along the inside where the water had risen to before it evaporated.  Some old clothing and blankets had been placed around them.  They reeked of mildew.  There were not many furnishings in the room.  In one corner, there was a dresser with two missing drawers.  A third hung open and empty.  A broken bed with a partially decayed mattress was against the other wall.

Hethurin quickly checked the closet, the only place he could think of that something of use could be hiding in this room, but it was empty.  Only a few lonely hangers remained.  He moved on to the next room.

The second bedroom was larger than the first, but only by a little.  However, this one looked like it had been used.  There were pinned up drawings lining the wall on one side.  A blanket and some pillows had been arranged over a thin cushion on the floor underneath them.  Along the opposite wall was a small bed which looked like it had been used fairly recently, as well.  Down the center of the room, someone had strung a cord of thin rope, and placed blankets over it, dividing the room into two sections.  One of the blankets lay on the floor below the cord, and another was crooked and rumpled along the line.  It was obvious that they had shared this room, probably due to the state of the other room.

There was one dresser in the room.  Hethurin quickly got to work checking through the drawers, which were surprisingly empty, though by the evidence, they left in a hurry.  The boy had even mentioned that he woke up after the portal, after being left in Hethurin’s room.  If his alternate self was dragging sleeping teenagers through portals, then Hethurin figured he must have been in a real hurry.  He checked the drawings on the wall, taking each one down and looking at the opposite side.  None of them seemed important, and none of them gave any clues as to where the two had originally came from.  Most were receipts for hawkstrider feed and such.  He paused and looked back at the bed.  If he wanted to hide something, he’d hide it under the mattress.  He went to look and that’s where he found a stack of half-written letters.  They were all to Vaildor, and were only one or two sentences in before being discarded for a fresh start on another paper.  Hethurin flipped through them, reading over each one quickly.

Dear Vaildor,

The time is nearing when I’ll no longer be able to take care of you.  The dragons will catch up to us soon, and I fear I am already weakened from the chase.  I want you to be safe.


Dear Vaildor,

You are not who you think you are.  I’m taking you back where you belong.


Dear Vaildor,

I will be dying soon, and I wanted you to know the truth.


Dear Vaildor,

If you’re reading this then my time has come to pass.  I’ll leave this letter where you can find it in the event of my death.  I only pray they don’t hurt you as well.


Dear Vaildor,

There’s no easy way to say this.  I love you as though you are my own son, but you are not.

“I knew it!”  Hethurin muttered as he folded the letters and carried them with him back downstairs.  He had just reached the bottom step when he heard the flapping of large wings outside.  He rushed to the door, which had been left open, and smiled as the dragon landed on the ground in front of him.  The dragon was large, at least, he seemed that way to Hethurin, though he had seen larger dragons before.  The dragons bronze scales gleamed even with the lack of sunlight.

“Did you find anything, Renner?”  Hethurin asked as the dragon shifted into a smaller, elven shape.

“I found no evidence of anyone living in any of the nearby buildings.  It does appear the town is populated, but less so than in our own reality.”

“I found these.”  Hethurin showed him the papers.

“Interesting.” Renner commented as he read through them.  He raised a brow as he looked up after reading the last one.  “Let’s go back for now.  I need you to rest well and be prepared to maintain invisibility for the duration for our next visit.  I think it’s time we tried to get through that ward.”

Hethurin nodded and cast the spell to take them back to their own reality.



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Dear Tsi Ku,

Hi!  I wasn’t expecting your letter, but I’m so glad you wrote.  I did return to the temple, as soon as the healers let me.  I had an injury, so I didn’t get to kick the orc in the face, though I think he deserved it.  I heard they let him live, and want him to stand trial.  Like there’s some kind of doubt?  Just put him to death and be done with it.  We all know what he did.

Anyway, I had to stay at the healer’s tents for about a week.  I wasn’t injured badly.  It was just a scratch, but healers tend to get hyper things sometimes.  I was worried that I wouldn’t be allowed to come back, but then the orc was captured and everyone could leave.  I was let go when the healers tent was taken down.  I was lucky to find a mage who knew how to make a portal to the Vale.

Oh, the Vale.  I saw it.  It’s awful, and even more reason for that orc to be put to death.  Why are we keeping him alive?  I bet he’s eating too much, and enjoying the fact that no one killed him.  At least he’s captured.

I’m not the only one who has returned.  Cadellus came back too.  He’s still annoying, but he did help me when I injured my foot, so I guess I kind of owe it to him to be nice once in a while.  I think he just wants to be friends, so that’s okay.  He’s starting to train in mistweaving.  I don’t think that sounds as exciting as kicking trolls in the face, so I’ve continued on my chosen path.  Master Cheng says I should look at it as being more than that, but trolls are really ugly.

I don’t think my family is that worried about me.  I had contact with some of them, but nothing’s changed.  They’re the same as before.

– Aranae


Dearest Desdeyliri,

I was so happy to get your letter, and I’m happy to be able to use my new paper!  My sister tried to take it at one point.  I told her she could have one piece, not the whole thing!  Everyone says she’ll be less annoying when we’re older.  I don’t see why she can’t stop being annoying now.  She tried taking your letter too.  Luckily, I got it back before she read it!

You can teleport already?  That’s really good!  How soon will you be ready to teleport to Silvermoon?  Can you make portals for other people yet?  It sounds very exciting.  Is it hard to do?

I wanted to come to see you last weekend, but one of the other guys twisted his ankle, while off-duty.  I agreed to fill in for him a couple of days, but only because they paid me a little more extra than I’d normally make.  He’ll be back next week though, and then I’ll be able to visit again.

I was wondering, do you think the Magister will let me stay there?  I can pay for my room if needed, if it’s not too expensive.  I know you’ve mentioned people staying in the guest rooms before, and since I have two days off in a row next week, I thought it might be okay to visit longer.  If not, that’s okay.  I think the inn is pretty cheap, but from what I’ve heard, they have to be.  I’ll stay there a night if I have to though.

When will you be going to Shattrath?  I hope it’s not on the two days I have off!  That would be the worst luck!  The pie does sound interesting.  How long do you usually stay there for?

Missing you,


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Letters Home


I hope all is well in Silvermoon.  I’ve been unable to send you mail directly as I am still staying in Stormwind, though things have gone back to normal here.  The increased security has lessened now.  I heard they got the orc who caused it all, and that is good.  A lot of people left for that alone, but now that they are back, Stormwind has gone back to how it was before all of this happened.

I hope they have not bothered you too much about my whereabouts.  I know they must still be looking for me, and that I will likely never be able to return home.  I’m getting along just fine here though.  I’ve made some friends who don’t hold my race against me, though I do have to exercise extreme caution while going anywhere.  I pass well enough as a tall human if I wear a hat and tuck my ears in it.  Lately, I’ve been making sure they press against my head by putting a bandana on first, then the hat.  I can wear a cowl that way sometimes too.

My landlady is blind as a bat and has seen me without a hat, bandana or any head covering one day a few months ago when she came to collect the rent.  I was afraid she might still see my eyes, but I didn’t look directly at her.  It seemed to have worked.  She never said anything, and no guards showed up, though I was on the look out for them over the next few days!

I feel safest with my friends.  I do hope that if I’m discovered, they deny ever knowing me.  I wish not to cause them trouble, though, even more, I wish not to be discovered.  I have had some close calls, such as with the landlady.  Children and gnomes are able to see my eyes if I’m not careful.  I’ve learned never to let my guard down.  Even while at home, I’m careful about looking out at the street.  In the winter, there is often frost on the windows, but I keep the curtains drawn all the same.

Hopefully this letter will not take too long to get to you.  One of my friends has agreed to leave the city and send it through some neutral acquaintances.

Again, I hope all is well.




Dear Minn’da,

I was so relieved when I got the letter from father saying that you had made it back from Kalimdor okay.  Hopefully, there wasn’t that much work for you to do there, but I do know of a few people who were injured, so I guess you must have had some work.  Did your unit go in the tunnels?  One of Magister Fairsong’s sisters was hurt really bad in the tunnels, and the baker lost his father.  The butler was there, but came back with a bunch of stitches on his head.  One of the Magister’s friends stayed here for a while when he came back after being trampled by dinosaur or a dragon or something.  I guess there were both there!

We’re in Shattrath right now, staying on the Scryer’s Tier.  I’m sure you remember it from your own travels.  I think the most impressive thing is the library.  Was it so impressive when you were here?  I really like the city, but I was kind of hoping we would go to Silvermoon first.  I’ve missed you!  Maybe our next trip will be home.

My studies are going well.  I’ve improved a lot with arcane since coming to the new school.  It is weird not being able to visit home more often.  Maybe when I learn how to teleport.  I’m already learning the basics.

I do hope to see you soon!

Your son,


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The Siege – Letters

Confessor Morthorn,

Hello!  I thought I would write and give you some news of what’s been happening here.  First, I’ve spoken with Terellion and he’s interested in me too, so that’s really a good thing!  I was worried that he wouldn’t like me.  I do still worry a little that he’s just saying that because he’s afraid of losing his job, but I did tell him that his job was safe no matter what, so I worry a little less now.  I really do want him to like me for me, not because I pay him.

It’s difficult to find time to be alone with him now.  I’ve been very busy lately.  Almost every minute of my day is accounted for.  I’m helping my family in Silvermoon and taking the baby to see Nessna when I’m not teaching classes and giving lessons.  That doesn’t leave much spare time!  When I am free, he’s often working.  I’ve thought about hiring a third person, but he was the only person to show up last time I put an ad up, so maybe I’ll just have to wait for people to get back.  I talked to Tik about it and he said the work is manageable now.  It isn’t if he’s always busy with it!  I do like cake though.  I think he should definitely keep making cake.

Right now, we have a lot of guests too.  Isandri is here with her brother.  He was injured in Kalimdor, and needs to rest.  Sath, Isandri’s brother, is staying in the one room with three beds.  Isandri has the nice guest room over the library.

The other guest room is also occupied.  Aeramin is spending evenings here.  He is fixing a house in the town for his father during the day.  Then he comes here to help Maerista with fire magic.  Mae is one of the new students.  Anyway, he sleeps here at night then goes back to the town after breakfast.  He has agreed to continue teaching here, one day a week, after he returns to Shattrath.  I was a bit worried about him being here at first, but it’s turning out okay.  I don’t see him often because I’m so busy, but when I do, we’re able to talk like we used to when we were friends before.  I think he knows about Terellion.  Maybe that’s why.  Neither of us is jealous of the other now.  I have Terellion and he has Imralion.  He has asked if he can bring Imralion to visit sometime, and I’m okay with that.  I like showing off the school.  I’m proud of what I’ve done here.

Have you ever sat down to write and weren’t able to finish right then, and when you do get a chance to finish, something’s happened that makes all of the other things you wrote look like old news?  That just happened to me.

Anyway, I spent much of the day in Silvermoon yesterday.  It was Aeramin’s birthday, so I bought him a big cupcake at the market.  I didn’t think his father would do anything for him, and I thought it would be weird to ask Terellion to make cake for him, so that’s why I got the cupcake.  It was big with colored sprinkles, and it looked like something the death knight would make.  Did I tell you he bakes?  I mean the death knight!  It’s so tempting every time I go to check on Lani’s house, but I don’t want to get sick so I don’t ask to eat any.

Anyway, I left the cupcake in the room that Aeramin’s staying in, and worked with Xarola for her early afternoon lesson.  She’s still learning theory, but I think she’ll be ready to start casting very soon!  After her lesson, I took Rylad to Silvermoon to visit with family.  My mother is staying at home again, and I guess that’s okay news, except with her there, I feel like I can’t relax at all.  I don’t trust her and I have to always watch.  I never lower my guard.  I really am afraid that she’ll try something, which makes me very nervous when I visit.  She keeps talking about how having a school in the Ghostlands is silly, and I’ll never get enough students to be profitable, and she tells me that I should move back to Silvermoon.  Then she starts telling me about girls my age who are looking for husbands, and the parties that they go to, and she keeps trying to convince me to go to one.  I don’t know what to tell her to make her understand that I really don’t like girls like that!  She likes to talk though, and I don’t want to cause a lot of trouble right now because Nessna is still recovering so I have to listen to it.  I get back home to the school late fairly often.  She insisted on taking me shopping for robes, or I have to stay for supper.  Then she talks and talks and talks forever.  I was late getting back last night too, but I didn’t think it was too late.  It was after supper.  I found Des studying in the dining room.  Tik and Terellion moved the tables back inside, but with all the windows, it’s almost like being outside still.  I worry that it’ll be cold in the winter.  I know it was cold last year, but less of the house was being heated too.

Anyway, I talked to Des a bit.  It really wasn’t that late, but I noticed I hadn’t seen Terellion, so I went to find him.  He was in his room.  His father had been sent to fight in Kalimdor.  He’s not coming back.  His mother lives in Silvermoon with his two sisters.  I’m going to send some money to them, anonymously, so don’t tell!  I want to help them take care of things, without making them feel like they owe me anything.  I’m really worried about Terellion now.  He took the job here to support his family while his father was in Kalimdor.  Now his father is gone.  I thought about offering to have one of the other old houses on the estate fixed up, and then they could move there, but his sisters are young so the Ghostlands probably isn’t the best place for them to be.  I don’t know what to do, and there’s nothing I can say to make it better.  He knows I’m here for him though.

I really hope no one else dies or gets hurt, and everyone comes home safe soon!  Really soon!

– Magister Hethurin Fairsong


Dear Father,

I wanted to thank you for sending me updates on Nessna.  You don’t know how relieved I am that she’s going to make it.  There were a couple of times I wasn’t so sure of it when she was here.

We had someone else in our tent that I think you should know about.  She’d be mad if she knew I was telling, but Aranae has somehow managed to find her way here.  She had a nasty cut on her foot, but she’ll be fine.  She needed some stitches, and was quite her usual self.  She’s still staying here in the tent until I’m sure she won’t wind up with any bad infection.  She is insisting on returning to Pandaria.

I’ve tried speaking with her, but you know how difficult she can be.  Perhaps I can convince her to give us the address of where she plans to go.  I’ll do my best anyway.  The confessor has agreed to speak with her as well.

From what she’s said, they’re pretty far in the tunnels beneath the city, but they’re sure the orc is down there somewhere.  I hope they find him soon.  It’s hot and dusty here.

– Lani


My Dearest Imralion,

I haven’t heard from you lately so I thought I’d write.  I’m still in the Ghostlands.  My birthday was a few days ago.  My father threw a hammer at me.  Maybe it was supposed to be my present.  More likely, he forgot and he was just throwing the hammer at me because I asked him to get it for me.  I put in some new pipes, but there’s still no water.  I did finish the roof on one side, and some of the interior on that same side, but the side with the collapsed wall, I’m not sure what to do.  The biggest part is moving the big pieces.  I was tempted to set them on fire, but I don’t want the rest of the house to catch.

I miss you.  Please be safe.

– Aeramin


Dear Xyliah,

I should have written this letter to you when I received word myself, but I’ve had a difficult week, and I hope you forgive me for not letting you know sooner.  Your brother has lost his life in Orgrimmar.  Nessna was severely injured as well, as they were together at the time.  Yara has been sent home, and is here with me.  I’m sorry about having to tell you in a letter, but the distance doesn’t really make it easy to tell you face to face.

I hope you and Berwick are both doing well and are safe in Pandaria.




My Love, Isandri,

I miss you.  I wanted to let you know that things are looking good from where our supply camp is.  They haven’t asked us to move closer, though they have moved some others.  It seems fairly quiet above ground.  Most of the people I’ve talked to say the orc has tunnels under the city.  I’m certain they’ll find him soon and we’ll be able to come home.  I can’t wait to see you again.  I bet the baby has grown so much too.

There has been a slight increase in injuries being brought into the camp.  I suppose tunnels aren’t the best to fight in.

With the relative safety of the camp, I’ve cut down on the patrols and have organized a boar hunting trip for some of the people I’m working with.  It’s completely not sanctioned, but since a lot of the other camps are further away now, I don’t think anyone will notice.

I was on one of my patrols yesterday, when I came across this small flowering plant right here in the desert.  I thought they were beautiful, like you, so I picked some for you.  I know they’re not dried properly, but I’m including them with this letter between two separate pieces of paper.  Maybe the mail will press them for you!

I love you.  I hope to be home soon!

– Thero


Dear Raleth,

You’re still alive, right?  Naraleth has another tooth.  I think he needs a bottle because he really likes using his teeth.  He doesn’t like riding with his head in the sling anymore when I go out to get things.  He likes to look around, but then people look at him.  Do you think it’ll be easier when he gets older?

Oh, I got another letter from my grandfather.  This one didn’t have blood on it, but I think it was on paper he found.  He said there’s still crazy orcs in the Barrens.  Should I write and tell him that’s old news?

I haven’t seen Isandri in a while, but I did see Kestrae briefly.  I feel like everyone’s gone and left me alone.  Are you coming home soon?  I love you really a lot!

– Lali

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Dear Mother,

I hope all is going okay in Kalimdor.  I’m doing okay here in the Ghostlands.  Sometimes I think the magister just doesn’t like anything I do.  You know my tendency to doodle?  Doesn’t everyone do that?  Anyway, he saw my doodles and didn’t like them.

He has a butler who was sent to fight.  He just came home with a nasty injury recently.  I thought before that the sooner you came home the better, but now I don’t think so.  I think if you come home with everyone else, that’ll be the best.  I do hope that is soon though.

I’m doing well in my studies, despite the magister hating me.  He keeps giving me more and more work to do.  I was in my practice room until almost bedtime last night!  Luckily, the workers here often bring food to the practice rooms for us, so I didn’t miss supper.

It’s starting to get cold here at night.  My room is above the big sitting room with the big fireplace though, so I get some heat from that.  I think some of the other rooms have their own fireplaces.  Mine’s too small for that.

We haven’t visited Silvermoon much recently.  Maybe I’ll see if one of the other students will ask the magister.  I have a feeling that if I ask, he’ll just make us wait longer.

Be careful, and come home with everyone else, which I hope is soon!

– Keyalenn


[[ This letter arrives from Pandaria to Shattrath along with a small package to the Whitemorn household. ]]


I hope all is well.  I’ve been doing well in Pandaria.  I’ve been working with the local metals and gems here.  I’ve sent along some ear cuffs for Isandri.  I hope she likes them.

The people here are very strange.  They’re big bears and have fur all over, and sharp teeth.  They seem welcoming though, for the most part.  Once in a while you meet a grumpy one who doesn’t like “outsiders”.  I can’t say I blame them much.

Kit and I have been staying in a place called the Jade Forest.  I’m not sure if it’s because trees are green, or there’s a jade mine here.  Maybe neither, or maybe both!  It is nice here though.  Sometimes we make trips to the Vale.  Our last trip came with a shock.  It was a beautiful place, a bit like Eversong, but now it’s been destroyed.  There’s a big blackened hole in the ground where the pools used to be.  I heard multiple sources describe it as that orc’s doing.

I also heard that there is a war on Orgrimmar now.  Do you know anything about that?  I suppose if there is one, you might be there now.  If that’s the case, hello Isandri.  I hope you’ll forward this letter to my brother and that you like your ear cuffs!  And Thero, if you are there, be careful.  This orc is extremely dangerous.  What happened in the Vale is a testament to that.

– Teniron Whitemorn


Dear Lanthiriel,

Forgive me for not writing sooner.  Things have been rather hectic here since most healers have gone to Kalimdor.  I have not only taken on your patients, but it seems half of Silvermoon’s patients as well.  Not many healers were left behind.  Isandri’s help has been invaluable these past weeks, but I refuse to let her stay past the time she would have normally left.  On the other hand, I find myself staying in the office later and later.

Not only are we taking care of the patients who were already here, but we need to keep a few emergency spots open each day.  Many of the people being sent home due to injuries still need a healer’s attention.  I’ve heard news from Kalimdor from some of them.  Lately, they’ve been saying that they’re in the city now.  If that’s true, then maybe it won’t be much longer.  I worry about you being there.

Your mother is still staying with her sister, and Esladra is with her.  I had hoped Esladra would want to help out in the office as well after her studies were done for the day, but I’ve heard little from either of them.  Esladra did mention that she only has one class now.  The few instructors who stayed behind are still giving their classes.  Her apprenticeship is on hold for the time being.

Have you heard from your brother recently?  I want to get out to visit him, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon.  I’ve been scheduling some patients for the weekend!

I am doing well, just very busy.  I hope you are doing well too.

– Isturon


My Love, Isandri,

I hope all is well at home.  Our camp is usually quiet, though there has been a steady increase in injuries being brought in over the past few days.  The news is, they’ve made it past the gate, but the orc hasn’t been found yet.  My group is still holding its position as a supply camp, so that’s good news.  If they’ve cleared out the front of the city and still want to keep us at the same distance, that’s fine with me!  Our mage, the one who conjures our food, said it would be more difficult for the others if the spot to make the portal to kept changing.  I guess that makes sense a bit.

Is the baby growing well?  I’m so excited to hear it might be a boy.  How sure are they?  I’d love a girl too.

I miss you so much.  I think Arelanis still misses you too.  She’s been a good dragonhawk though, and has saved us from the mage’s poorly conjured food a couple of nights by bringing us boars to cook and eat.  I miss your cookies too.

Is everything okay in Shattrath?  How is everyone else doing?  I hope they’ve been coming to see you and make sure everything’s okay.

I love you.  You’re so beautiful.  I can’t wait to be home to hold you again.




Confessor Morthorn,

Hi!  I wanted to let you know that Tik is here at home, and is doing well.  He’s taken up doing most of his normal duties, except killing the spiders.  I’m still doing that.  He and Terellion worked out their duties together, and they both decided I should have less cake.

I don’t like that last part, but I’m glad he’s back.  I think he’s very lucky, considering.

My students enjoyed the trip to Shattrath.  The library is always the highlight of the trip there, but I’m trying to figure out a way to safely take them out of the city next time.  With more students now, I’m afraid I might lose one!  One in particular likes to wander off a fair bit, and usually finds trouble when he does.  I can only hope he resists the temptation to do so on any field trips there.  I wouldn’t want him to be dinner for a Netherdrake!

Oh! Tik went to get the recipes from the death knight.  I guess death knights don’t know how to write or something, because he refused to put it on paper.  He did let Tik watch and take notes as he made some though, so now we have the recipes in the house.  I bet they’ll be the best cakes ever.  It’s too bad they won’t let me eat more of them!

I did have the talk with the new hired person, and we are getting to know each other better.  He thought I hated him!  I don’t know where he got that idea.  We’re not being too serious yet, but oh he’s so tempting.  I think it’s better to take it slower though.  He hasn’t done things like that before, so that’s even more reason to take it slow.  That, and I’m nervous about it, for a variety of reasons.  He’s a bit younger than me, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be the first time for him.  I want it to be good for both of us, and I think we should be in love.  I don’t know how to make sure of that though.  I want him to stay here, is that like or love?  Is it when we say it?  I don’t know.  I like him a lot, and I don’t want him to leave, but maybe I don’t know him well enough to love him yet.  I don’t think he feels that for me yet either.  Maybe soon.

We haven’t been very open about our relationship with the others.  Sometimes I feel like I’m a bad secret to him.  I understand that it’s probably not best to tell everyone, but I don’t like having to sneak around about it.  I want to be able to kiss him in the sitting room by the fire there, and not have to worry about who sees us!  I guess if he loves me someday, we’ll tell people.

Anyway, that’s news from here.  Tell Lani her house is almost ready!  I hope everyone is back home soon!

– Magister Hethurin Fairsong

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Letters to Fairsong Academy

To Everyone,

I’m sorry my individual letters are not longer.  Most of my time here in Durotar is spent out away from the camp, and as much as I’d like to, I can’t afford the time to write something longer.  I cannot write very often either.  We are camped in the hills between the city and the sea.  It’s a very dangerous place to be, and we are only visited by the mage once weekly.  He brings supplies and takes anything we want to send back.  I’ll be giving him these letters when he comes next.

The others have arrived.  From where we camp, we can see all the ships in the bay.  It really is a sight to see!  There are ships of all types there.  I’ve heard they’re all up and down the coast.

The mage who brings supplies and takes the mail is staying in a place called Razor Hill.  It’s a small town with huts just south of Orgrimmar.  Last time he was here, he said that many of the people arriving were setting up there.  I know for a fact that the fighting has already started along the shore, and some people are still on the ships while fighting for control of the docks.  We all knew when the first ships were showing up.  The cannons that the orcs had set up along the shore started going off almost constantly.  Sometimes we still hear them, but I think most have been disabled now.

It’s dreadfully hot here, and sometimes the wind picks up and all you can see is dust.  I miss home, and hope to be back with all of you soon.

– Tik


Magister Hethurin Fairsong,

I do hope all is going well at the school.  How is the baby doing?  There are so many questions I’d like to ask about how everything is and everyone’s doing.  Are the spiders staying in the forest?  How does the work on the house near the stable look so far?  You are eating okay, I hope.

I hope you forgive all the questions.  I’m just worried.  Here, I’m not sure if I’ll make it back to the camp each night.  It helps me forget where I am if I worry more about home.  I miss being there and taking care of all of the things I normally do.

– Tik



How are your studies going?  Have you been working on any of the recipes from the book I showed you?  I left it in the same drawer in the kitchen so that you’d be able to find it.  The gardens will need to be prepared for winter soon.  Do you know how to do that?  I bet most of the vegetables are ready to eat.

I hope everything is well.  Have you been to Silvermoon to see your parents lately?  I bet there aren’t many people there right now.  I know there were a lot of people on Quel’Danas before we left.  It looks like, going by the number of ships, most of them have arrived to Durotar now.

I hope to be back home soon.  I miss everyone there.

– Tik



How are your studies going?  I hope the magister has been conjuring lots of cake for you.  Don’t forget to eat real meals as well.  Maybe you could even help the magister remember to eat them as well.  I was working on getting him to understand that he has to eat vegetables before his cake, and I’d hate to see all of my hard work undone.  I do want to make sure everyone in the house is healthy as well as happy.

I miss you all, and hopefully, I’ll be able to come home soon.

– Tik

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Dear Father,

The mages have arrived and have started making portals for everyone.  They’re sending some people to set up the tents first so I have time to write one last letter before going.  I wanted to say again that I’m sorry.  Has mother moved back in yet?  I hope she has.  She hasn’t written, so I don’t really know what’s going on.

I think I’ll be okay here.  We have a group of rangers assigned to guard us and we’ll be back away from the fighting, so I probably won’t even see a single orc.  I’ll be safe.

I’ve heard from Sanimir.  The house he’s having fixed up for me is looking good so far, so he says.  I’m still not used to calling him Hethurin.  Have you visited him lately?  He has a few more students now.  I’m eager to meet them when I get back.

It looks like they’re almost ready for us, so I should seal this and be on my way.  I love you, and I promise to be careful.

– Lani


My Dearest Isandri,

The ships left a few days ago, and now the mages are back to make our portals there.  I’m writing quick to tell you how much I love you, and how beautiful you are.  We should be able to get mail there.  Just send it here and the mages can send it through.  I’m taking paper and ink with me, but I may not have a lot of time to write.

There’s not a day that goes by, that I don’t spend most of it wondering if you’re okay, and worrying about you being without me.  Please stay safe while I’m gone.  I will do my best to do the same.

Love for Always and Ever,



Dear Imralion,

I hope you get this okay.  I know things are probably a bit chaotic setting up camps and such.  I got your letter after getting back from trying to visit you.  I found the island practically empty compared to how it was before, with most of the tents being taken down.  I’m sorry that I missed you.  I wanted to see you before you left, and I missed that.

How is everything there?  Was the boat okay?  Has the fighting started already?  They don’t have you in front, do they?  I worry about you.  I miss you being home.

Isandri made more cookies and dropped them off today.  I’ve been occupying myself a lot with work.  I’ve taken more jobs than I usually do.  Working on invitations and book copies doesn’t really keep my mind off you, but it does give me something to do besides pacing back and forth.

I love you.  Please, be careful.

– Aeramin

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