Come Back

So, kinda outdated now, but a little thingy I wrote a while back that is rather heartwrenching.

Telranir stood stiffly on the edge of the balcony, ignoring the sudden biting wind and looking out over the many rivers of Darnassus with large, lost, eyes. He was resigned to wait for Syrri and Mars to come up with a plan. Resigned to the fact that it didn't seem likely Ezeri would be coming home.


As he realised this he began to shake, moisture welling up in his eyes. This had happened to him before, he'd lost all those he loved. Why did he have to lose her too? Why couldn't he just be happy and live out the rest of his life in peace with the one he loved?


Could he keep on going? Maybe he could, but he wouldn't be the same. He'd be a wreck, a shadow of the former Telranir. Maybe he'd even just give up and revert to his bestial self and continue wandering. Maybe that would be better, easier. If you don't love you can't lose.


He hugged himself tightly and bowed his head, silent tears falling into the river below, glistening briefly in the moonlight before they joined the multitude of water droplets below.


It hurt, mentally and physically. He couldn't sleep, wouldn't eat. What hope was there? She was in Icecrown Citadel, how could anyone survive in there for so long? There was no hope left in Telranir. Not real hope.


Sinking to his knees he continued to cry, rocking gently back and forth, without meaning to he began to pray.


"Bring her back, please mother, bring her back. I need her back. I don't know how to live without her. But not just for me, for the Enders, for her. Please bring her back..."


Slowly he turned his tear stained face towards the sky, full of radiant beacons of light and the mysterious aura of the moon. And he felt hope again.


"Where are you Ez...?"


"Come back..."


"Please."