L'Ombra della Vendetta (The Shadow of Vengeance)

L'Ombra della Vendetta is a fanfiction about World of Warcraft.
Don't feel discouraged from its length, the story seems huge but is actually pretty short. I hope you'll give it a try.

This is a work of fantasy. The entire world where it takes place is owned by Blizzard Entertainment.
This story and its main characters are products of the author’s twisted imagination.

Its content may be not suitable for sensitive people, because it contains acts of violence even towards defenseless people.

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22. Chapter 22

Callie woke up. Around her, a room she didn't recognize. On the walls there were purple and golden decorations, libraries and paintings depicting faces she had never seen. It looked like...

"Dalaran?"

She suddenly stood up, terrified. She had been caught, it was all over, forever. Her...

Suddenly she calmed. She didn't any longer feel any desire for vengeance, no thirst for justice. Maybe it was even right that they caught her. But it didn't matter, the containment cell was all that was before her and she knew it. She already saw them in the past, when she visited Violet Hold with Astrid. They took a trip together in Dalaran, it was the first time that the rogue ever saw the Magical City. And sincerely she felt uncomfortable, you could really feel the magic hovering midair. But she loved that city, she was so sorry that it had moved up in Northrend.

"But you can teleport in there whenever you want" Callie had objected.

"It is not the same. I'd like to get there from our house, walking together" she replied, hugging her.

How much she missed her. It was in such moments she felt so deeply alone.

Suddenly, the room's door opened.

"So you've recovered, it seems" remarked the Loremaster.

Pat ran to the pink-haired gnome, hugging her.

"We were worried about you, you know?" she told her fondly "Even that grumpy one."

"Ain't easy to find enemies of my stature, is all" told the annoyed paladin.

"Accounting she's three feet high, you mustn't have lot of respect for yourself!" said his friend, mocking him.

The joke froze both the paladin and the rogue, finding laughs only from the green-haired night elf.

Callie sighed.

"Okay, you caught me, you are kind to joke with me. I guess you're here because I'm waiting a trial or something, right?"

"Actually," replied the mage "There's already been one. You slept for three days and three nights, it wasn't necessary for you to be awake to wait for the verdict."

"No, I guess not." She sighed again, "Then you have come to take me away."

"Actually" said the mage again "Not exactly. Or rather, it is but just partially. Do you remember what happened after you lost your senses?"

"No, I guess you opened a portal to Dalaran, and I've stuck in there by force."

"Almost" grinned the paladin "But this happened later, quite later."

Thus the three told about Azzinoth the scarlet Doomguard, about how he had taken control of her body and forced her will, how he showed them what happened to her and Astrid. They told then how he had been defeated in the swords duel, the demon's curse and the Exorcism casted at the very last second. The effects on Patricia obviously disappeared after the defeat of the demon himself.

Callie listened with a rapt gaze.

Then was the time of the trial.

The four elven guards, though paralyzed, had witnessed the whole battle. And they all agreed to testify against Silvos Sunreaver, who confessed both the rape and murder, and the abuse of Dalaran's name for attempting to bury the issue. It was Archmage Aethas himself to ask the maximum sentence for his nephew, personally tearing from his nephew's chest the tabard bearing the colors who represent their people. The verdict had already been expressed: sentenced to stasis in Violet Hold for at least three centuries.

"And me?" asked the small rogue.

"You were possessed by a demon," explained Lithos "So you were not fully aware of yourself when you committed the crimes. When a demon is inside a person living an unstable situation, he takes control of their will and can push them to show the dark side of their nature."

"By Dalaran's law it's enough to exclude the containment." continued the paladin "Your punishment will just be partial detention."

"Your eyes..." Pat commented "They'll stay this way. There is no known cure to change them back, when someone is possessed by a demon of vengeance they'll keep forever a trace on their own body."

"And that's why" explained the draenei "Our job will be to check you to make sure that the demon will not return. He already saved himself once, he could come back again."

"You've been unlucky, little Callie" sighed the mage "You gathered the power of the two elementals of Illidan in your hands. By doing so, you allowed Azzinoth to return to this world. No one could have foreseen it."

The rogue was looking in the mirror, looking at her scary red eyes.

"I would have preferred... The containment."

"Why?" asked the paladin, not sure to understand.

"What can I do with my freedom? With my life?" blurted the rogue "Astrid is dead, I'll never see her again. All I've been able to do without her was leaving behind me a trail of death and blood. These eyes are proof of that. She was my love. She was everything I had, everything that mattered. What could I do in life, if I can't stay with her? I have nothing. Nothing. I am alone."

She started crying. For the first time, after a long time, they were normal tears.

Pat approached her friend, hugging her.

"Maybe" she whispered "Or maybe you're wrong."

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