R2R - Chapter 39Chapter 39 Purpose</i>
How are you feeling, Airyanna?
Youve managed to survive his calling, you know.
So Im not dead?
No, no child. You are not dead. Youre tougher than you think.
Who ARE you?
Just an old, grumpy lady in Westfall.
Wait a minute. You have all this power. You have the power to be in my mind. Why do you insist on being an old lady?
Well Airyanna, that is what I am: an old lady.
Why are you in my head, then?
Because Im in your soul. Well, Im kind of sharing the space in that big heart of yours.
How did you get there?
You were chosen. By me, by the Titans. You had the rare, remarkable spirit it takes to go on a journey such as this one.
Theres just a little more work to be done, Airyanna. And you wont be alone.
You will help me?
R2R - Chapter 37
Chapter 37 Torment</i>
In a firelit cave somewhere in the high mountains of Northrend, Airyanna had been sleeping for quite awhile.
Im not a bad person. Im not a bad person. Im not a bad person. Im not a bad person. Im not a bad person. Im not a bad person. Im not a bad person. Im not a bad person
Bryn, the tall, blond warrior that saved Airyanna looked down upon her. She was unconscious, and muttering that line to herself over and over.
Im not a bad person
She sighed, putting her hands on her hips. Her drake sat in the corner, its head lowered to the ground. One of its emerald eyes watched over her. Bryn took several moments to consider her options before she spoke to the drake.
She carry blood on her hands and arms, Inzdus. And great weight on her shoulders.
The drake growled low, not old enough yet to speak. But it could convey a message to the warrioress when it ne
R2R - Chapter 36
Chapter 36 Descent</i>
Airyanna hit the ground with the force of a meteorite, only her shielding of protective light saving her from becoming a blemish on the side of one of Northrends many mountains. She bounced almost 25 feet back into the air while sending towering plumes of snow in all directions. The second time she hit the ground her shielding had worn off, her bones crunching into the icy rock and sending her rolling down the mountainside. Gravity unkind she was drug along the face of the mountain, her armor, cloak and body beaten and broken from the impacts. She heard a bone snap in her right arm, screaming out in pain and leaving a haphazard trail of blood in the snow and rocks behind her. She was given a moment of respite as she hit a flat trail, but it was all-too-brief as she rolled right across it and off of a cliff side. Only her one good arm saved her, four of her fingers clinging to the edge of the freezing rock. The Wyrm that carried her searched