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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23. Chapter 23

"Callie!"

Sophya and Physia approached her, shaking their long staves, also coordinated with their robes so different from each other.

"We missed you!" they said in sync, something that happened very rarely.

Callie greeted her old friends, in tears. She finally returned to be the person who they knew, their friend and comrade.

"Is she crying?" asked the little warlock to her sister "Are we sure she's the same person we know?"

"Stop it!" objected the little priest "She must be very emotional after what happened to her, don't you think? We must be gentle with her!"

"As far as I'm concerned, I hope at least you'll decide to come with us, if there'll be some missions around. I received news about a new war which is about to start in the Northrend..."

"Let her rest!" objected her sister, strangely noisy "Callie, you prefer to tour Stormwind with us, don't you?" It’s been so long since the last time you came around these parts, many things changed..."

The three gnomes walked along the streets together. With them she could, altough carrying within her the void left by her loved, try to lean back to life.

Lithos, Razlo and Pat were on the top of the tower northwards the bank in Dwarven District. The three new friends were watching from on high the scene with a bit more of emotion than admiration for the accomplished mission. Patricia had a curiously calm look, which seemed to float through the reality.

Lithos had a epiphany.

"I thought about it for days, you give me a strange feeling. You remind me of someone" he said speaking to the druid "A person I knew long time ago. She had your same look."

The silver-haired mage turned towards the sea, sighing "My sister Lilithia... I miss her, sometimes."

Pat got closer to him, looking towards the west too.

"I would have loved to meet grandma. Everybody told me that I resemble her."

The mage turned towards her, surprised. Before he could ask something, the elf anticipated him.

"I know that Zin-Azshari, sinking, took her away with it."

"She didn't want to run away" continued the mage "She entrusted the children to her husband, which followed Dath'Remar in the escape from the royal city."

He sighed "I don't know why she remained there. Maybe I could have saved her."

"You did what you could, Prince Lithos" the druid continued to watch over the sea "Don't torment yourself with the memories, but don't try to disown them."

"These are wise words" the mage aknowledged "But please, don't call me 'Prince'. That was an another time, another place. And most importantly, Azshara had so many cousins that the title lost any importance."

The druid giggled.

"Ok, what about... Uncle Lithos?"

The mage thought for few seconds, then sighed.

"I have... no objections."

"Get used to it, Uncle Lithos" said his paladin friend, mocking him "It sounds really good."

That summer day, in Stormwind, the wind began to blow. A new wind, which brought our heroes towards their future.

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