Fall of Lightning.

A fierce wind howled in Molric's ears as he climbed the steep slope around the shrine of Aviana. Of course...he could fly to the top if he wished. But it seemed wrong to take to the skies , now his fallen friend would not feel them again. Clutching the bundle of feather's in his hands , he gritted his teeth and continued the climb. At times he would have to tuck the bird into his satchel and climb with his hands , cutting the dead flesh on sharp rock ledges. Eventually however he reached the summit of this small mountain. Looking up he saw the circling forms of a thousand hawks , soaring free. The brothers and sisters of his beloved Lightning. He looked down at the slightly scorched corpse of his hawk. What a bleak contrast he mused , inwardly cursing the elf that had taken her from him. Molric told himself to put his ponderings aside , and get on with the task to come. Trudging across the peak , he found a large rock. It was the same creamy white colour as the hawk in his hands. He laid the body down gently on the grass and snatched up a smaller stone from the grass. Then he began to dig.



After about half an hour , Molric had unearthed a sizeable hole at the base of the stone. To many it would seem strange to bury a hawk. Certainly...there would be many that would subject him to ridicule. But they were'nt here , high up amongst the peaks of hyjal. It was a fitting place to say goodbye to his friend. And give thanks. The hawk had saved Molric's life , at the cost of his own. Every ounce of effort Molric used ,every pain in the shredded skin of his hands from the climb was a tribute to his gratitude. Placing the hawk in the hole , he swiftly buried it with the upturned earth. Then he stood , and removed a knife from his belt. WIth tongue sticking out in concentration ( a habit from life Molric had never shaken in death) he began to carve a message into the rock.





She dwelt in skies of every hue
watching me and guarding true,
her glinting eyes shan't fail to see,
the fool who thought to threaten me,
when I was backed against a wall ,
why like a lightning bolt she'd fall
A blur of white and a shriek of pain,
two empty sockets would remain
For lightning never need strike twice ,
with claws of fire and a heart of ice.



Here lies Lightning.



Molric nodded to himself and stood slowly and plunged the knife into the earth. As he turned to leave , he stopped on a whim and turned again to kneel to the rock. Muttering quietly under his breath , he prayed to Aviana. Prayed that the returned ancient would look after the spirit of Lightning. Molric wondered if she could hear the prayers of a creature such as himself. An abomination of the natural order. Who knows. He certainly lost nothing in the attempt.Nodding to himself , a sense of completion settled over him. He walked to the edge of the cliff , and lowered himself down to the next ledge to begin his descent.


Molric did not leave unwatched , of course. As the tip of his head disappeared over the edge. One ofthehawk's circling above flapped it's way down to perch on the rock. It seemed to cock it's head , and a sound that could be amusement came from it's beak. Hopping down onto the earth , the hawk slowly morphed into the form of a woman. A winged woman. Aviana smiled to herself. The forsaken man to bury the hawk here with such care was unimportant , in the grander scheme of things.For one
as old as her however ,satisfying a whim was a welcome distraction. In a heartbeat , a silvery glow came from the freshly dug earth. The outlines of a bird , glowing a brighter white than it's wings had done in life emerged. Wispy at first ,barely a shimmer in the air , it slowly took shape. It squawked confused. The sound had a slight echo. It looked to Aviana and she
held her hand out for the spirit to perch. Soothingly she spoke to it. "Come my child , you shall fly alongside the undead master of the wilds once more. The spirit of a dead bird...to accompany the dead wildsman.Fitting. Aviana flapped her wings gently , and the spirit of Lightning took flight , gliding slowly away after the undead man who had come to bury her body.
Aviana smiled to herself contentedly. In a world such as this, small favours gave her pleasure. A white glow accompanying her , she took wing to fly amongst her children for a while longer.

Superb as always. [=