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The ship sailed along foggy seas when Cris emerged from his cabin. Even the seas seemed eerily odd. The echoes of a young child singing a Tauren song of mourning haunted him. He searched the ship for this child and his crew. While the crew was nowhere to be found, the child was.
It was a boy with long auburn hair looking at the sea over the edge of the ship. His melody slowed as it came to a halt and he turned to see Cris. His eyes were green with a faint glow to them and his long, slender ears seemed pressed against his head. His clothes were simple and he seemed to hold a dagger in his hands.
“What…are you doing here?” Cris asked.
“Momma. She’s gone.”
“Where did she go?”
The elf child looked at the water. “Out there.”
Cris turned to the water and leaned against the rail. “My momma is also out there. That’s why I sail, so that I may always be with her.”
“That’s why I sail. So that I may one day be with her again.”
Cris looked at the child again. “Why are you on my ship?”
With an innocent chuckle, the boy reached for his hand. “Da, it’s our ship, remember.” Cris stared at the child, startled at his confession. Upon closer observation, the boy had her features as well as his. With shaking knees, he knelt before the boy. “Da, what’s wrong?”
“You’re mine…but then, where’s your mother?”
The boy looked down at the dagger and then out at the sea. “Out there.” The little boy gave a little sigh and whispered, “Do you miss her like I do?”
A hushed whisper caressed his ear. It was her whisper, her breath faintly touching his skin and soul. “Do you miss me?”
Cris leaned back, hoping to fall against her, but instead he fell back onto the deck, hitting his head. The little boy walked over to him and placed his little hand on the shark tooth. “It’s gonna be okay, Da. You have me. I’ll be with you.” It was then that the little boy’s throat was sliced by a dark figure and he fell into Cris’ arms.
Both shocked and angered, Cris glared at the dark figure, “Who the fuck are you!”
“Traitors to the Horde must die,” the raspy, dark figure replied. Cris lifted his hands and saw them covered in blood.
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His eyes opened immediately, his arms holding his beloved wife and both of them surrounded by the open forest. His heart beat so fast, it felt as if it was about to jump out of his chest. Wiping the sweat off his face, Cris took a deep breath and held Niela tightly. His hand slowly shifted toward her abdomen, caressing the skin. They were waiting and while they waited, the reality of the situation was starting to sink in.
Niela shifted in his arms and her hand caressed his chest, moving up to his shark tooth. “What’s wrong, my love?” she whispered, her eyes closed as she nestled her head against him.
“Nothing,” Cris whispered back. He leaned to kiss the top of her raven black hair. “Just remembering how happy I am with you.” He smiled and exhaled quietly. The nightmare would have to remain in the back of his mind.
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