New Year, New Life

[Oneille]

Her hands rested at her stomach and only a smile played at her lips. The letter from Thaelen set into motion plans for Leothiel and Oneille's future. After recent events from the previous year and current events much was to be done. Oneille went into Leothiel's office and wrote a small letter to her husband before leaving for the archives:nn"Dearest LionnI am currently plotting a suprise for you be preapred.nnYour Lioness"

[Leothiel]

*From the journal of Anaria Frosthawk*nnI have fully recovered from a combination of magic surges and a birth. I briefly saw Islanna and Remtheras before being pulled back to this world. From the sounds and how I felt, I knew that my child was born then I went to sleep. I did not wake up until the evening holding my new son for the first time. We named him Athaniar Leothiel Frosthawk. He is our first child born in Stormwind. When I put him to breast for the first time, I felt more than a connection between a mother and her child: It was the Light surging through us and some arcane power manifested itself within him. I have never felt such power of this magnitude with any of my children, save for Leothiel: Even the magical surges when I was carrying him were never this intense. I now hear some stirring from the cradle.

[Oneille]

She rubbed her bruised arm trying to recover from a bruised ego. Stodesgier patiently waited on the other side of the arena his sucubus standing at the ready. Oneille's war garments reeked of cinges and felfire. Each wave of fire and flame became dodged but quickly found it's mark. Fair matches never exsisted for any soldier and with the current situation with Kingship bloodshed was inevitable. Hinik da'Kien wanted blood. Oneille wiped the blood from the side of her mouth gaze turning towards Stodesgier, "Again!"nnHe nodded and battle ensued. Lythanor watched the two warlocks have at it. He mused and went about stalking the duo. After a small victory, Oneille licked her wounds and tied her hair back straining to get the crimson tresses out of her vision. nn"Well done, felmages," Stodesgier growled while Oneille eyed the death knight warily.nn"This coming from a death knight whose ego only matches his brawn," her words caught him off guard but he smirked. Lythanor always smirked. It seemed his natural talent as of late. nnStodesgier's attention became diverted once a hunter choose to challenge him. As the duel ensued Oneille turned to her minion preparing to leave, "Come Betantia."nnLythanor watched her and she stopped, "What?"nn"Nothing, do I need a reason to look?" Oneille glared at him the same chill she felt before culling forth. nn"Just back away...I want to be left alone from you...you cause me nothing but chill to my bones. It's an unnatural feeling makes me feel haunted."nnLythanor stepped forth to Oneille's side placing a hand at her shoulder. Oneille prepared to backhand him until she felt a winter's chill surge through her spine. Shuddering she clutched her chest gasping, "By the nether, what have you done!"nnHer face grew contorted in anger and her felmagic began to surge, "I lifted the protection I placed on you the night that the 'other' wanted to posses you. It was my way to save you from it."nn"Flithy netherspawn, you lie!" nn"I do not, do you feel so cold now as you last did but a moment ago?" His words passed through the air till she let the green glow of fel magic cease. nnBrow furrowed and chest heaving she merely stood there venom anger burning her veins, "Cheapest excuse of a trick you lying son of ---"nnLythanor shook his head and sighed, "I try to protect you and yet...I receive such gratitude." He crossed his arms over his chest waiting for her tantrum to pass. Oneille stared long and hard at him. The braggart observed her actions waiting, just waiting. She breathed heavily her fists balling and her frustration mounting. nnDespite being a lady the Sin'dorei spat forth an endless string of obsenities in Thalassian. The Dalaran arena had a few spectators chorkle at her expense others just shrugged. "...flithy creature that you are!" nnOneille drew her blade and pointed it at him, "Grr be very lucky my lord wasn't here to smote you!"nn"Enough dramatics...enough. In the pass few minutes have I done one thing to even harm you?" Oneille blushed and stalked off hearthing elsewhere. nnLythanor sighed heavily. Regardless his good intentions Lythanor summoned his death gate and saw himself off.

[Oneille]

Oneille laid beside her mate a look of concern playing about her face. The lion stirred briefly only to turn on his side. Pale skin and flaxen hair hid an already troubld brow. Oneille wanted to say many things, her lips trembled all she could do was sigh. Emerald green eyes watched him sleep as fitted as it was. The air between mates was thin and Leothiel's mind idled elsewhere. She couldn't win all the wars for him but hopefully he knew that she cared for him. nnThe room felt silent. Only the breathing of two bodies persisted. Oneille cuddled close to her mate arms wrapping about his form, "I love you my lion." Words drifted and carried to deaf ears. "You are my champion and my mate. You will always be the greatest in my own eyes. Please know that. Don't give up on us and don't give up on yourself. We need you as much as you need us and...me." nnOneille bit her lower lip before she felt a hand craddle her cheek, "Leothiel?"

[Leothiel]

The night's losses in battles against the Alliance haunted Leothiel that night. It haunted him when he went to the bedchamber despite his vain attempts to push the night's events out of his mind. It also broke a fundamental rule by which he lived: Never go to bed with a clouded mind. The more Leothiel tried to catch some sleep, the more vicious the night's events replayed in his mind. Soon, he felt Oneille crawl into bed next to him. He was half-asleep when he heard her say something but he could feel the spirit of her voice: With each word, feelings of guilt and unworthiness melted away. He then gently caressed her cheek as she called out his name. Instead of saying something, he mustered what strength he had in his state of half-sleep, gave a gentle kiss, and slowly put his hand on her midsection to guard the life developing in her. His thoughts went from the losses to Oneille to their unborn child. The thoughts of the unborn child quickly went to his dreams.

[Oneille]

Leothiel toiled away at the new strategies and plans for his ward. His mind lost in maps and statistics. The apartment felt quiet as a tomb where only a single soul stirred. Azureous and Kim slept soundlessly in the Leothiel's office as elsewhere Oneille slumbered within the confines of the bedchamber. The lion "celebrated" a triumph in the strand leaving his wife exhausted. Tis only natural one would surmise. Lust aside, the warlock maiden slept the morning away. Warm sheets and no duties were heaven sent but...something called. A sudden urge struck Oneille...nn*later that day*nRofeldiel crossed her arms over her chest grinning wickedly, "Oh come now it will be fun!" Oneille only shied at her and shook her headnn"I hardly call running into the very bowels of Black Rock excitement..." amid the banter Toshin showed himself and sighed.nnHe bowed to the females then stood to the side. "If anything we can have a chance at a little pet...like what you have in your own...pup!" Oneille grumbled.nn"I am not one to say otherwise but we are on a timetable of sorts here." Toshin broke the concentration of Oneille who nodded and mounted the windrider then shoved off to the southern part of the contient. nnEastern Kingdoms, the home to the Blood Elves, Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes, and the Undead. It is here on the backs of windriders three elves set out for the depths of Black Rock seeking a pet for the sake of a goblin in the Searing Gorge. nnOn the flight down there was a flash of light and a small voice called out, "Help..." Weak, faint, and alive a small soul breathed for aid. Upon landing the trio made haste to the Black Rock Mountain. The stench of the mountain and billowing smoke made Oneille wish she'd not suggest this outing. She pulled her bravery on her sleeve and rode to the mountain's lair. Entry into the massive complex boggled Oneille's mind. She followed the mage and priest staying on their heels. Once inside the lower spire of the mountain the troop battle Blackhand orcs and orges and trolls...quite the run! Soon their efforts were met with fruitation. They reached the den mother caged the pups and moved out only to have the cry for help magnified.nnLooking towards a small ledge Oneille made out a small blue dot...there laid a badly injured whelping who clacked up at the looming elven figures. The little creature locked eyes with Oneille who instantly felt the connection. The whelping sent a clear message, "Take my scale to Haleh have her scryer it..." He blanked out. nn"Haleh...the matron of the flight!" Rofeldiel stood beside Oneille and shruggednn"Huh?" The female mage watched Oneille take the scale and gently place it in her satchel. Toshin shook of the bane of battle and whinced as the bright portal of Thunder Bluff shone before the trio in lept the females followed shortly after by Toshin. nnOn to the Winterspring. Here through the snow and cold terrain the group found Haleh high on the hilltops. Even before Oneille could speak Haleh nodded, "Welcome back Lady Frosthawk we've much to discuss..." nnOneille nodde curtly then handed the scale over. Haleh read it then smiled, "Seek the answer you wish but you saved him, the little one. Also if you wish to aid us do so but...careful follow what he sees and aid him well." Before Rofeldiel and Oneille could blink they were transported to the Eastern Kingdoms thrown literally to the water of the plaguelands. With the luck of levitation from Toshin, Oneille landed squarely and in tact. She and the others went for the one they needed. Only thing was, "What did Haleh mean?"nn*In Silvermoon*nOneille spoke through her hearth stone to her husband and shuddered, "I have spoken with Haleh and I now see what you see...and my lion how I wish to aid you no matter the task. Something dark is on the horizon..."

[Leothiel]

Oneille had been talking about it for days: On this night (( 31 Jan)), she was going to take Leothiel somewhere. The day had already been a success: The followers of the Lady had made their way deeper into the Icecrown complex. They had also been victorious that night in their struggle against the Alliance. However, it was a hollow victory: The tablet had been stolen right from the heart of Warsong Hold. After that battle, Leothiel returned to an empty apartment with a note. "Meet me on the Golden Strand. Your Lioness." Leothiel changed into something more comfortable as they would be under attack from no one.nnHe arrived to a nearly empty strand with only Oneille walking on the water. She was wearing a beautiful robe that revealed her curves. She walked slowly back to the beach where they put up a picnic. The view from the beach was beautiful and even they even shared a bottle of wine toasting to new life. Oneille also had a gift for him. A shiny new sword? he thought. He knew he was kidding himself with that thought. It was a purple shirt made of silk.nnThat evening's talk started with reflection. "Happy three months" she said. Leothiel could remember the date of the wedding with great detail. The discussion turned into what has changed in those three months: A war had changed its state; Leothiel's mother had given birth to a child; and the followers of the Lady had been sharpening their skills and gear for an assault on the Lich King's lair. Leothiel had been considering a place near Fairbreeze for a homestead.nnThe discussion evolved into the future children. Leothiel had been having dreams about them: White skin and hair like his except with more developed and pronounced wings than he had developed in the Well of Eternity. The conversation paused a few times to reflect and to enjoy the scenery. In the end, the lion and his lioness retired to their den.

[Oneille]

The House Frosthawk finds itself once again drawn into the war between the Horde and the Alliance. Oneille rested her head on Leothiel's chest listening to his heartbeat. She smiled and ran a hand over his chest. His sleek, white flawlessly skin made him angelic almost. The elven wife kissed her way up his chest to his lips kissing deeply. Leothiel stirred then welcomed his wife with a passionate kiss in return.nn"Bal'a dash my lord." Leothiel smiled running a hand through his wife's crimson hair.nn"Bal'a dash," the mageblood lord drew his mate close watching her green eyes smile back at him. In the peace of rest and the security of their den both lord and lady lay.nn"Another night of passion and one rightly celebrated, but I hear your visions and I wonder...will I be birthing angels?" her face turns to a seductive smile as she rests beside her mate. nn"Not really." Leothiel's wry humor once again caught up with him but his mate sighed and looked to the nearby window.nn"We've been mated three months and in that time we've fought for our lives, honed our skills, and made small victories. In the end we have to do what is best if we're to survive for ...all of us."nnWarmly Oneille placed his hand on her womb and grinned. "We've the greatest gift of all...one we've created...life." nnWith that she and her mate cuddle close and prepare for a new day in a new life.

[Leothiel]

Leothiel was finishing his last trial: Taking on the shadows of Magister's Terrace. He relived having to kill his older brother, which was a task he did not relish. He worked his way through to the end to find the husk of a body of the one who betrayed the Sin'dorei: Kael'thas. Leothiel spat on the ground and attacked. The false prince fell quickly. Leothiel pulled several items off of the body, including some ashes that had magic surrounding them. Leothiel could sense that those were no ordinary ashes.nnThe next day, he told Oneille about his trial in Magister's Terrace and showed her the ashes. Leothiel could tell that his own scholarship was slipping. She stated "It sounds like you acquired the ashes of a phoenix."nnLeothiel stated that it took someone with great affinity to fire to summon a phoenix and even greater control to tame one. "I was born attuned to frost and reattuned to arcane, which was followed by great pain. I have never delved deep into the realm of fire."nnThat night, he went to bed with Oneille in his arms and the magical ashes on his mind. Various places of fire played through his mind: The Charred Vale of Stonetalon, Skald in Blade's Edge, the Cauldron of Flames in Wintergrasp, and Blackrock Mountain. He sensed the ground opening underneath him, which startled him awake. He was still in bed with Oneille who was fast asleep. Leothiel kissed her and put his hand on her womb, sensing the child developing in her. The best he could do for the rest of the night was simply rest.nnLater that morning, Leothiel went to the library to talk with some magi about phoenix ashes. One of them was one of his former instructors. He took a good look at those ashes and said "These ashes still have magic left in them. Since you have too little control over fire, you need to go some place where the fire is at its purest. The ley lines are not powerful enough nor are the areas where fire elementals are strong enough either." Leothiel looked at the wizened mage and asked "Would I have to go underground?" The instructor nodded.nnThat evening, Leothiel told Oneille about what he found: They decided that scouring the area around Blackrock Mountain would be a start to reviving those ashes.

[Leothiel]

The evening in Silvermoon was unseasonably warm. Leothiel had been holed up in his office doing some war planning. He left, whistled for his talbuk Cloud and went to the bazaar. At first, nothing of note caught his eye: The usual relics, reagents, armor, and clothing. Soon, something sparkled in his eye. He could sense its magical power: It was a metal jeweled hilt with some of the jewels missing. He had seen many replicas, but this one called out to him and he bought it. He asked the merchant where it came from. The merchant said that the person who sold it to him reeked of death although he was not a death knight. Leothiel took the hilt to the Silvermoon library. There were references to Quel'serrar. He knew the Quel'serrar had been reforged.nnSoon, he made his way to Dalaran. He thought about the words of the merchant. Reeks of death, but not a death knight. He then thought of the only place that would match such a description: Icecrown Citadel. The one who sold the hilt to the merchant must have picked it up in Icecrown Citadel. He made a stop at Dalaran first. One of the Sunreaver magi remembered a blade similar to Quel'serrar called Quel'delar. Leothiel knew what he was talking about. His next destination was near the tournament ground where the blade that matched the hilt was in the ice. The mage told him about the purpose of the blade. Leothiel was instructed to see Krasus.nnA quick flight to Wyrmrest temple placed Leothiel in an exchange between Karsus and Kalecgos: Quel'delar was an old elfin blade forged alongside the Quel'serrar. It was used to defeat the undead. Leothiel's next task was to see one of the Sunreavers in Dalaran. Back in Dalaran, Leothiel had to seize a book from a Silver Covenant agent. He subdued the agent, but another tailed him back to the Sunreaver Sanctuary. Back in the Sunreaver Sanctuary, he was tasked with obtaining a disguise to infiltrate the Silver Covenant's headquarters. That meant being a launderer's assistant. After his many cloak-and dagger operations, it was time to penetrate the halls of Icecrown complex and remake the sword.nn*the next day*nnLeothiel had to gather materials for the sword. This was no ordinary sword: It required a specially-infused Saronite. Even then , the sword was brittle. I had better not breathe on it he thought. He then dipped it in a special crucible and then took it to Frostmourne. When the newly reforged Quel'delar was close to Frostmourne, it sprung to life. Soon, the ghost of Uther Lightbringer appeared and issued a warning: The Quel'delar must be subdued but not remain in Icecrown. With the help of the fallen knight's ghost, Leothiel subdued the reforged Quel'delar: The blade was defiled not just being in the possession of the San'layn, but within contact of the souls that were trapped within Frostmourne. It had to be cleansed and only one place can cleanse it: The energies of the redeemed Sunwell.