The screams were excruciating to hear, and she couldn't make them stop. She had no idea why she couldn't but, she was just completely unable to make them stop. Over and over again, the bellowing came from somewhere deep in the darkness she was in, and Drahna had to endure it. She tried to move a few times in the darkness but, every single moment was like eternity and she never could.
After what seemed like days of this a disturbing greenish light began to filter in. The sulfuric smell came with it and Drahna could feel her eyes trying to open. She just was unable to let them. Then came a new smell, blood flowed freely around her. Was it hers? She didn't feel like she was bleeding, but the smell was undeniable.
"You horrid bitch" a voice said in the darkness. The voice was the mix of many voices, all male and all of them spiteful. She knew the voices only too well, every boyfriend she had ever been with and the last was her husband.
"Selfish" said one solitary voice. "Liar" another said in spite, the words like a lashing against her ear. "Thief" a third stung like being stabbed. "Murderer" the fourth pierced deep into her chest as if her heart was being torn out. On and on this went, each name more painful than the last and far more violently in the dim green light over her eyes. She whimpered in the tones until the voices merged.
"DIE" the echo of voices came and then she felt as if she was drowning in blood, unable to breathe. The liquid poured into her ears and nose, down her throat with a hot sticky pain that she wasn't familiar with. She felt as if she was burning everywhere and yet freezing at the same time.
She could breathe again, but it came in gasps as the light was now bright and she could almost open her eyes. The wounds from the voices had left her weak and tired, but then she could see so clearly the sun and she could feel that she was getting to her feet. She was walking down a beach, and there in the distance was a Sin'Dorei couple. The man was rugged, but far more thin than most of the heroic types she was around now. His hair was long and well groomed. He wore a merchants clothes and he seemed delighted to tickle the woman who wiggled under him.
She was lovely, and curvy. She wore merchant clothes as well and had long brown hair. Her eyes were jade and flashed as she tried to get away from his tickles and yet eager to stay. "Stop Re'narlan" she kept laughing.
"I cannot until I purge you from all of your ailments. Oh! I see another. Come here you horrid cold bug" he called out and tickled her more. As this went on Drahna saw another pair of figures not far away. She could hear them speaking, not as clearly but she could hear them.
"That one?" the male voice said. It made rather odd noises around it and Drahna realized it was a water elemental.
"Yes" the woman said and the voice chilled Drahna to the bone. Eydrana's voice was hard to miss. It was cold as she was, deadly and never pleasant. Drahna heard it in her head for so long, that hearing it now was alarming. Only now, it was more alive. It wasn't that cold chiding vicious thing in her brain any longer. Drahna moved for a closer look, using her stealth to watch. What was Eydrana doing alive? Hadn't Drahna removed her with the ritual in Dalaran a few months ago.
Eydrana, she was thin and wicked. Her long thin arms were disturbing to see, as if there was an infection, but the skin was healing. On closer look of the arms, it looked like old runic scars on her skin from where she brushed her sleeve away briefly. Her hair was the color of the moonlight, pale blonde and her eyes were a blueish green that was more ghastly then alluring. Her face was pale, angry and yet lovely. She was like a doll, a very evil but beautiful doll.
"Why that one mistress?" The water elemental broke Drahna's concentration.
"She's the right size and shape and about the right age. That girl is no older than 50 if she's a day. Maybe younger. Also, she's fodder. She's a merchant woman, no one will miss her politically. Her family isn't an issue. They simply will be dismissed as she could have been killed in any number of ways with this wary. Anyway, I want her. I'll simply use that body to fix what has happened to this one. Vhares did much to heal me, but these markings need to be gone. I must put a stop to Bok'theg before that crazy Warlock ruins everything." Eydrana said and Drahna watched with horror as the figure moved closer to the couple.
On the beach the giggling was coming to an end and Drahna watched with desperation. Was that her? Was she that merchant woman? Who was he? Was he her boyfriend.
"Alright milove you win" She laughed again, and the voice was hers. A happier tone, lighter maybe and far less dumb than she tried to sound. "I'll pack the picnic up and head home. You however must fetch our sons from your parents and see to it they are bathed tonight before bed." she laughed and stood.
Sons? Drahna had children? A tear fell from her eye as she watched the happy man get up. "That shall be no problem. I'm sure if Mother had her way already they are bathed and happy." he stood and pulled his wife into a loving kiss. Drahna gasped and touched her lips. She was married and had a family somewhere, and until this moment she hadn't known that. Eydrana moved her hand up to pause the elemental.
"Don't keep me waiting my beautiful Solesticia" he said breaking their kiss. That was her name? Not Drahna? Solesticia, a name far more elegant then Drahna. It felt as if she was being stabbed in the heart.
"I wouldn't dream of it" she said back in a dazed and lovely purr. He broke their embrace and walked away. His steps remained in the damp sand as she scurried to pick up a blanket and a picnic basket. The sun set low in the sky. Drahna took stock of where she was. It was the beach near Silvermoon, the one not far from the Livery. She had been a merchant woman in Silvermoon?
It was at that moment a crack in the air got her attention back and Solesticia, who had picked up a load of things had dropped them as a cone of pure ice surrounded her. She tried to scream, but the Deep Freeze had her fully locked. The Water Elemental moved closer, his fist up ready to strike the girl. Eydrana took her time. She moved ever closer studying the woman as if she was looking at art.
"Yes yes..." she nodded. "This will do nicely. A new body, Kellexar said find something strong and powerful. This should do, she just needs work. Anything to stop Bok'theg in his tracks. I cannot be weak if I am to get even with that bastard" Eyd said to the Elemental who remained vigilant and guarded.
Drahna's tears fell from her eyes. The icy figure turned blue then fainted in the shell she was in from lack of air. Eydrana nodded to the Elemental who used his magic to haul the flash frozen body for her. Eydrana made a portal to Dalaran, and then vanished with them both.
The ground shook and it was dark again. Drahna was alone, in the darkness she was sobbing. She hadn't known this. Even Olessa had said she couldn't find anything from what Eydrana had done before, because she had damaged the memory so badly on the body she chose, and Eydrana had an incredible defense on her own memories. Some could leak, but that old Sorceress was very good at hiding her thoughts. Drahna was wracked with sobs, hugging her arms to herself over the family she lost, as the environment changed again. This time however it wasn't the smooth transition of the first two but rather a struggle.
"No. This is ours! Naralax will have control of this vessel and soon the Blacktooth Grin!" came a bellowing bark, a male voice. "Like hell. I'm not about to turn over my clan or my vessel to some sniveling little bastard like you." came the snarl reply a female voice, and it was familiar. "This is my dream to give to the chosen" the male voice argued. "This is my prison you son of a bitch. You get out." came the vicious tempo of the retort. "I care not of your imprisonment witch. This vessel was chosen! She is going to lead us to our goal!" Came the bellow. The darkness shook and Drahna now saw a evil green light mixing with a very strong and wicked blue one.
She stepped closer and saw she was in a round chamber. In the middle the light pooled in two figures. The one in blue was Eydrana, angry as hell and clutching a staff of pink. The one in green was a figure she had never seen before. It was a Disciple of Naralex, though Drahna didn't understand Naralex at all. She just somehow knew that name was important.
"Now you hear me and you hear well novice" Eydrana said and swirled the staff around in her delicate looking, but surprisingly strong hands. The green flickered as she did this around her opponent.
"This is my tomb, and you have freed me from it. How dare you interfere with it, and how dare you remove my memories in the process." she used both hands gripping the pink staff now and a powerful light shone from it. "You have 10 seconds to vacate this woman or I will demolish you myself" the staff glowed a bright purple blue color and it was getting more powerful.
"Ha! Show your magic and kill your protector. You wouldn't dare do that. Why protect that which keeps you hostage?!" The Disciple barked out a laugh.
"You already killed her by showing her my thoughts, so now I kill you back. Now.. DIE!!!" Eydrana's eyes glowed bright blue. As she chanted a spell under her breath, a deep freezing block of ice came forth from the ground and surrounded the disciple. The green around him was being engulfed by the blue light. Surrounding the icy block, came runic marks and as the blue waves of Ice Lance exploded from her hands, the Disciple shattered into the ground like so much broken glass.
Drahna screamed in pain and everything was dark again. "I'm not done with you yet witch, or your little puppet. I will be back and you will never be rid of me" the his shrieked into the darkness. It was the last thing she heard. ***
Outside as she had been treated in the Lak'gora's most secret lab, Drahna had made no noise. For the weeks she had been in a coma her fever had gone from bad to worse then normal at times. As she sweat, the cheep red hair dye she used washed clean from her very long hair. Her tattoos faded in the spores wake, her piercings were infected and oozing.
Her face became harder, more angry, her eyes sunken in and surrounded by deep black circles. Her hair went from a mellow red to the purest white silver and her skin was a sickly green. At that moment her head convulsed and her mouth opened expelling a deep green sickening gas. The gas flowed up from her as her bones began to glow bright white making her skin glow as well. A serpent escaped in the gas cloud and then vanished.
After it was gone her mouth closed again. Her head shifted under her hair, the bones resettling. Her skin looked normal again, the glows were all gone. She stopped sweating entirely and her temperature was normal. But, she was not awake, remaining unconscious in her coma. The spores might be gone, but she was far from well. Whenever anyone got close however, her skin was icy cold, and her eyes still dark and sunk in, seemed to radiate ice and a shadow seemed to cling to her side never moving.