There were few escapes from the charged air: Silence, Meditation, Sleep. Desperately Andra clings to all she can, her prayers muttered time and time again while rest avoids her at every opportunity, even more so after the vicious visions. Smoke, fire, death and demons, all filling the cavern in a vicious image all seen too many times by the aged woman. For a brief time she thought her people had finally escaped them, that peace was finally at hand, but the ghosts in her mind were not so easily dismissed.
“Mother...” They called, their words echoing through her fading consciousness. Try as she might the world around her drew darker and darker, leaving those suffering and needing in favor for the corrupted sanctum of her own thoughts. “Andra, are you alright..?”
“
Mother...”
“...Mother...!?”
“..Mama!”
Fields of indigo, grassy brush blow along the wind’s whim, fluttering to and fro in controlled chaos. In the midst of it all stood nothing more than a child of the exiles, her skin a lively blue hidden behind the decor of Draenic silk dressings. For a few paces she trotted about playfully, hands and tail dancing through the reeds all alike as her hooves draw her ever closer to a subtly rising cliff. “Papa!” She calls out with exuberant youth, drawing higher and higher upon the grassy tier. Drawing upon it’s peak the girl would be met by her two elders. The first, her own mother, is clad in dainty dresses, the red-tinted silks wrapping over her form time and time again to give off an exotic and expensive air. Ever-faithful at her side stood the valiant vindicator of her husband, the steel of his armor accented with subtle violet gems, their glowing hues reflecting off of the battle-worn gear. Despite their hardened expressions each welcomed the child of a girl into their arms with joyous mirth, peppering her brow with pecking kisses.
With their familial greetings gone and passed the youthful girl settles herself on the rock ledge, hooves kicking back and forth along the naturally-hewn stone as her luminescent gaze sets out to the world beyond. Below the three stands Oshu’gun in all of it’s glory, the mountainous ship carved from only the finest diamonds fit for interdimensional travel. However, beyond, is a sight more appealing to her observant gaze. As far as the eye could see were the alien wilds, it’s tree-like structure blooming with leaves of fluorescent blue. In it’s branches nested a myriad of creatures- feathered, furred and furthermore all enjoying their peaceful coexistence with the exiled peoples.
Before long an abnormality flickered across her gaze, a comet coated in flames of flickering green fire. In it’s wake as another, and much the same soon after. Before long an entire collection of the searing rocks came crashing down into the forests far beyond. “Mama... Papa... What’re those?” The girl’s voice is curious, though undaunted by the pillars of flame falling from the sky. After some few seconds her question remained unanswered, causing her head to cant aside, peering to where her parents stood only to find wisps of air taking their place. “Mama, papa..?” She inquires aloud once more, though as her eyes crossed along in her turning she could already see the atrocities at hand. Below her petite pinnacle was nothing but flames. Homes crackled and collapsed beneath the burning destruction, lives of great many millennia were snuffed out in a heap of ash, some struggled to fight on through the flames but all met their ends in a fiery fashion. In the matter of seconds- the mere blink of an eye- life was snuffed, everything she knew, everything she loved was swallowed by the ever-burning hatred of the legion. Somewhere far off in the flame-licked wasteland a figure arises, it’s stature titanic so that even it rivaled the make of mountains. From the lands all around she could hear the chants of Eredun:
“Hail the Lord Seageras, hail the Lord Seageras! His Burning Legion bring the end of all!”
By now fleeing fear takes to her hooves, scrambling her well away from the ledge and into the azure fields of grain. As she clamours her way along, however, the demons give a quick chase. Despite their makes, shapes, and eredun tongue each sounded so familiar to her, their words singing so sweetly into her ears despite their stinging tone.
“Mom, mom... Where am I mom!? What-
Where are you!?” Jeers the first, it’s words shaped like that of a Draenic woman.
Soon after a second joins in it’s chorus, this one sounding a bit more soft-spoken as if an elf’s word. “Min’da~ Why do you look so pale? Running out of breath so soon?”
A voice similar to the first joined in, though carried with it a bit more age. Even still it managed that same desperate cry. “Why aren’t you here?! Why does it hurt, mother? Why can’t I move my legs?! Why?
Why?”
In the blink of an eye indigo fields gave way to a tanned yellow, the child’s form no longer youthful but instead inflicted by a great many eons.... The years haven’t been kind. At each step her hand tightens stronger and stronger around the staff that was once carried only for show. Soon enough she’s depending upon it’s strength, relying on it’s support.
Relying too much to keep away from the demons.
As one latched onto her arm the others soon followed, bringing the priestess down into a bloody heap upon the ground. As the feasting beasts tear at her form she can still hear those three voices playing slyly through her ears.
“You were never here for me.”
“Always too weak...”
“You could never help us when we needed it most.”
The three voices converge into one, sneering at the woman as she drew her last breaths. “What good is a helping hand that can’t even help itself?”
“Draenei, are you alright?”
Batting eyes bring Andra back into the unlively caverns, her luminescent eyes set upon a particular undead.
“Y-yes...
Am fine.”
Tomorrow, that is.