this is about my horde pally, Hyavan. And yes this almost happened to her.

this is about my pally whos 70 now. I may write more, but I dont know. All depends. She is my pride and joy and she is also a tragic hero for me, besides another i have, but she is not alive in wow becuase her story does not follow wow Lore at all or what-so-ever. I am not gonna change her story either. lol. I just felt like sharing hyavan with ya'll!




“A life of my own, is all I ever wanted… I did not care if I fell in love or if I died alone. I just wanted to live a life that was filled with peace and tranquility. No more wars, no more battles… where my people lived in harmony… with no intentions of going crazy with the damn magic sensations.”

A woman spoke as her small lengthy arms came around her small chest. Standing on what seemed to be the edge of a rather large cliff overlooking the horizon as the sun began to settle to its nights slumber. Her short white hair blowing gently in front of her as she contuined to glance outward, as if she was looking for someone to happen. Her arm clinked and clunked here and there from some of the powerful movements of the wind. She seemed rather calm as lowered her head slowly. Her words were soft, and well defined as she spoke to you. It felt as if it was a gentle as the wind hitting your back.

“You have no idea… what it is like to wonder if tomorrow you will be able to breath again. Or if you would be able to see tomorrow sun and feel its embrace upon your body. It’s so hard… to even notice what will happen to the people around you! By the light… I wish I could of protected her…! I wish, I wish I could see her once more.”

She seemed to of brought her hands back down to her side clienching her fist tightly into balls of fury and pain. After a moment of trying to, what seem to control her anger she placed her right hand over the hult of her sword. With one movement of her right arm she quickly unsheathed her sword making it sing its song of sorrow. The blade itself looked rather beat up, and torn to no end. Once she had brought it out of its sheath, she jammed it hard into the ground glancing down to it. Her eyes full of determation, and a slight hit of regreat. Her weight seemed to of shifted from her left side back to her right, but looking at her now you could not even imagen what she has seen or been through. You could not help but look at her in awe, for it seemed as if the last bit of the rays of the sun touched her in such a way it looked like an angel feel from the skies above.

“Hyavan Lee Thuluse, Countess of Forlorn. You are wanted on counts of comspiring with Nataleya Nashar Darkwinter. You can come either peacefully or we will use force.”

A couple of men wearing armor so red, they looked as if they were on fire. Their long shields they carried in their left hands made them look a bit terrifying… as if they meant to kill her right then and there. You took a step back, glance over to the women wondering what she would do. Your heart felt as if it had skipped a beat from the sudden intrustion of the city gaurds. The women closed her eyes and took a step back from the cliffs. Her body moving ever so flawlessly as she turned to face the men standing a few feet away.

“What proof do you have…?”

She spoke with a soft tone glancing to every man whom stood there. Their faces like stone statues, showing no sign of remorse for this women. The head of the group, took a step closer to her as he held some paper in his hands. This one of the group is the one whom seemed to have showed more emotion than the others.

“Did you not hear me? Comspiring with Nataleya Nashar Darkwinter. You will stand trial agnest the council for your crimes agnest Silvermoon city.”

The women seemed to of smile softly as she looked to the man. You wondered why she did not try to run away or fight to what could be her last chance to really live! You wanted to speak, but knew it would only make things worse for this women.

“I did hear you… as clearly as I hear the ocean below our feet. But, I must ask you. Are you turely happy with our people? Or the people whom lead us supposedly in the right direction?”

The man seemed to of shifted his weight not knowing how to answer this womens question. He turned his head slightly to the side but both eyes were still upon her. He gave a small nod to the other men as they came to her, one stood right behind her, and two others stood to the right and left of her. The man in front of her gave a slight nod to her his hand carrying his sword looked ready to strike at any moment if she choose to run.

You slowly take a step away watching this all take place, but you noticed that her attention had turned to look at you. Still with those soft eyes, and caring smile she looked at you. You couldn’t help but look worried yet sad at the same time, for some strange reason. It felt like you had sympathized with her, feeling that her last days would be spent in prison. Trapped behind closed doors, and hardly any food or water.


“You child… Take my sword and do what you see fit… You probably could fetch a nice gold for it.”
You looked slightly shocked hearing her speak those words, but you could not do anything but nod at her own request. She watched you pick up the blade in the ground and hold it close to you as she was escorted away from the area you were at. You glanced down at the sword and silent tears fell from your face knowing the council would not be so kind to her.

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The next day came, as it was trial day for Hyavan. You came to attend for the reasoning of seeing her stand once more. She had looked very tried, and rather thin than the last you got to see her. You wondered if she was treated poorly wherever she was at. She stood before many people, and about a small group of five different men. They stood before this poor women, looking defiant and rather erotiated with her for her actions. One spoke finally to break the hissing and the booing from the crowd.

“You know what you are here for, correct Thuluse?”


She gave a slight nod, closing her eyes hearing the words around her so it seemed to you. One man came running through the crowd and came to her side. Holding her tightly, with tears falling from his eyes. It sounded like he was pleading with her not to go through with this… not to take the blame for this Nataleya’s actions. The women looked to this man with that same caring and sweet smile.

“Remove this man from the Court!”

Ordered one of the more aggated men of the council group. Two soliders came and grabbed the man from the women as he screamed her name over and over again. Still trying to plead with her that she was making a mistake. The women closed her eyes as her smile began to fade, and tears fell from her dirty pale face. You come to a conclusion… that the man pleading with her was her lover, and that seeing him for the last time was the best thing she could leave this life with at least that image in her mind.

“Now… Thuluse, what do you have to say for yourself? Please the court if you will on your actions agnest us… if you can.”
Once the crowd had simmered down a bit, one of the other men spoke wondering why she was going through with any of this so calmly… normal people would be pleading for their lives at this very moment. Asking for forgivness… for their actions. But the women was calmer than anything, as if she knew the steps to take… or she was expecting all of this to happen. The women opened her red teary eyes to look at the council. She took a step forward leaving the two garuds which stood beside her again behind her.

“Please… the Court? Please the people… if what you mean. This is all entertainment for you all! You have no idea what is happening to our people. My sister was fighting agnest you every step of the way, for one reason… and one reason only.”
She seemed to of stopped her actions, turning to the people in the gallery. Her eyes looked angery, and upset the tears still falling.

“To help the people of Silvermoon City! Are you people blind at what we have become?! Can you not see, that those fat fools who make the choices for you, are nothing but people themselves? Can you not see all they care about is themselves? What have we become, fellow Blood Elves! You all have become curpt… feeding off of Magic like it was a feast to be had!”

She walked around the room looking to them all, speaking to the people instead of the council. Her hands bounded in front of her… and her armor stripped from her body. Only rags protecting her fragile body from anything that could be thrown or hit her.

“The blood knights… use that poor M’uru for the ways of the light! Ask yourself, right here, right now… Is this what you want to lead you through the times when our Prince comes back to us? Is this what you want to be, when he comes to kill you all? The light… is what surrounds you everyday! It what makes you smile, and be happy. Not this magic you feast off of. We should let that creature go, and learn from the very bottom that we don’t need to live off of what we do not need.”
You felt the tears falling from your face hearing the words from this women. You felt your heart go out to her, in such a way… but you have no idea who she is, or what she is fighting for till now. You cover your mouth, trying to hold the whimpering in. The people in the gallerys were not so kind though.

“YOU SPEAK LIES TO US! OUR COUNCIL WILL PROTECT US!”

Would yell a few people, feeling anger towards her for speaking treason towards their leaders. The women sighed closing her eyes letting them speak their peace.

“Then ask them yourselves… what are their plans for when our prince returns? What will they do?”

She turned looking to the council from where she stood. The council looking slightly surprised at her words themselves. But grew more anger towards her, but before they could speak she contuined.

“Nothing… is what they plan. I remember… when I was young, before I even deiced to help my sister with her plans of saving you forsaken people… that a women saw a warlock killed in the streets. One of those five men that speak before you everday… said “When I have time, I will personally walk the streets of Silvermoon city…to see where those screams of terror come from.” Did he? No, I saw two muders that day, and one of them was that women whom spoke about them. Is that what he calls personally? There is no since into driving this information down your throats… but if this is what you wish for… then I hope our prince will have mercy upon your souls… for at least I get to escape from his grasp and be happy where the light turely shines. Enjoy the life of tranquility while you can, because those fools who have me strand trail before you all… will let you all die when that time comes.”

She walked back to where she was supposed to stand, and closed her eyes letting a heavy sigh escape her lips. The room fell silent, as she stood there. All eyes were on her, watching her stance. The tears which fell from her face, hit the floor, as the sound never came back. The council men grew more angeryer than they were before. They were going to release her since of the man whom came in begging for her to beg for forgivness… but now she had over spoken her terms. One of the men finally spoke calmly.

“Hyavan Lee Thuluse… Hose of Forlorn… You are hear by commend to death, but comspirces of the council, and to your own people.”

They spoke as if something was heavy in the air. The gallerys still silent from what she spoke of wondering what to take from this information she had spoken. The two gaurds standing at her sides came over and pushed her over to the excusioners spot to dispose of her properly. Hyavan kept her eyes closed with her once white hair that you were able to see… now dirty and filled with greace. Her heart seemed to of fell to the floor, as she was pushed to her knees. Her head placed on a wood plate form, she opened her eyes as she screamed before the huge axe ready to take her life came down.

“FREEDOM FOR THE PEOPLE!!!!!”

That was the end… for Hyavan Lee Thuluse… the woman whom wanted to help her people live the right way instead of following people whom did not care for their race or home. Her legacy still lives on, for there have been countless of rebellion groups working to over throw the power of the council for they knew she was right… and the one whom lead them on was her love. Zanith, the love of her life… who fought graceiously for what his wife and her sister believed in… and too later died in a rather large battle for Silvermoon City… for the same cuase.