Epilogue
The Exodar was illuminated by various lights that hung from ethereal strands high above the ground of the spaceship/city. The beautiful neon colors seemed to work well with the overall otherworldly feel that the place projected. Back before their days on Azeroth, the Draenei had tried finding peace on the world of Draenor, but could find little after the orcs had been corrupted by the blood pact Gul'dan had made with the malevolent Mannoroth, a general of the Burning Legion. The Burning Legion had been led by Kil'Jaedan, a traitor to the Eredar race, before they became the Draenei, and under his command, the orcs had slaughtered the Draenei, eventually forcing them to flee yet another world. The previous being their home world, Argus.
They had crashed into Azeroth and found a helping hand from the races of the Alliance, and were official invited to join the coalition soon after. So they remained indebted to the races of the Alliance, helping them in any way they could.
The lights themselves shined well beyond what was possible and found its way into one of the small buildings hanging from the side of the trader's tier. The light broke through just enough to provide enough light for a crippled Draenei woman to look intently through what appeared to be a small snow globe.
Eleii turned the fascinating object over and over in her hands as she lay on her bed. She wasn't going anywhere so it was nice to have something to preoccupy her for awhile. Her family was out taking care of business down below in the main part of The Exodar, so she was alone for now. It was nice to be alone, her family wouldn't give her a minute of seclusion if they could help it. But lucky for her, they had all been required to take care of whatever task they had been assigned by the great Velen, the theocratic leader of the Draenei.
So she turned and turned the small globe that she had found under her bed. It depicted a frozen lake, with a single boat stuck within its frozen surface. For some reason, it reminded her of someone she once knew. Someone she had cared about dearly. She couldn't wrap her head around it, though. All her memory seemed to be fading away every day.
It wasn't so bad, she didn't worry about how she had crippled her legs anymore. She could just relax and try to enjoy her days within her home. Sometimes her family would take her out onto lower reaches of the city, even taken her to The Vault of Lights on occasion. It wasn't a bad life, she had decided, just an uneventful one.
The snow sprinkled down upon the icy lake softly, and Eleii still tried desperately to remember who this reminded her of. It had to have been before she had been crippled. A human's face tried to break through the haze within her head, but she couldn't make out any distinguishing features, separating him from all the other faces she had seen.
It was hopeless, and she felt a sudden surge of anger flow through her. It was frustrating being so helpless. She was making it through every day, and she was forced to take a helping hand or fall over and lay there, useless. She turned the snow globe faster in her palm, trying to see what would happen to the snowflakes within.
Don't forget... Don't forget... she found herself mouthing. What was she trying not to forget? The face.. that face..
Don't forget... you can't forget... Titus. It was Titus, the Paladin. What had happened to him? Don't forget... don't forget... he had... died? That didn't seem right. But it was something that she felt in her heart, not in her mind. The Paladin... don't forget... had been her friend. Her one friend through all of her journeys throughout Azeroth.
You can't forget.... the fall. The one in Shattrath. The one that had killed him. It had been too fast for either of them to react... why did she live? Don't forget.... the branch... she had hit a branch, saving her from the full impact of the ground below.
Why was this coming back to her? She wanted nothing more than to forget these memories! It hurt to think about these things. It was a direct attack at her mind and heart.
She threw the snow globe out of the opening of her room, sending the small glass sphere flying down onto the streets below. It smashed and shattered across the ground behind a small shop. The water contained within carrying the pieces of glass far from the point of impact. One thing still remained at the epicenter, however, the scene that contained the lake and boat.
A lone figure picked up the remains of the lake scene, looking up to where it had been thrown from. The heavily bearded Velen gave a weak smile as he realized what had happened. Perhaps the lack of memory would be best for her, he thought. He thumbed around with the small boat that had been a part of the winter scene, wondering what had caused the young Draenei, Eleii to throw such a thing out here.
He would keep the boat, in hopes that someday he could find some way to repair her mental state. He placed it within one of the many pockets of his robe, and gave one last glance to the opening once more where her room was. Perhaps one day she could be normal again, but she was far beyond anything like a flesh wound that the Light was accustomed to healing, and even then he doubted she could do anything she used to again. The emotional trauma that had been caused the day she had fallen and her outburst of sudden hatred for the Light indicated she was far from any help that he or any other force within the Alliance's possession could provide.
He walked back towards The Vault of Lights, hoping that one day, people such as her would find a type of closure that would give them the will to go on. It was something to hope for at least.
The End