Episode 26: Retreat (Intermission)

The tranquil town of Halfhill.

      “I knew, after we arrived in Stormwind, the Academy of Hope was truly done,” Sionis said, closing out the latest chapter of his story. “There was no hope after what we witnessed. There was no coming back from the death… the utter destruction. The only path forward was war, and it would come with consequences that none of us would fully understand until well after it was resolved.”

      The Loremaster felt sad.

      He knew the Academy had ceased sometime after the War of Thorns, but he hadn’t expected to learn the fate was so dark and sorrowful. To lose so many veteran members in the needless destruction that the Horde brought to Teldrassil… they did what the Legion had failed to do… they broke the spirit of hope.

      “Where did you go after the Academy shut down?” the Loremaster asked.

      “I did a few odd jobs here and there for Baron Revilgaz. I helped the Kirin Tor with restoration projects in the Broken Isles. I wanted to fix things, not destroy them. I couldn’t bring myself to participate in the Fourth War.”

      “Fynn and Iliera?”

      “They fought tooth and nail against the Horde,” Sionis said. “They were at the Battle of Dazar’alor, and they were passionate about ending the fighting as quickly as possible. Fynn saw only a repetition of the hate and destruction that killed his mother and wiped out his home. Iliera saw wasted lives and troops that could be better used to finish off the Legion’s pockets of resistance across the galaxy.”

      “So… I hate to ask… but the wand…”

      Sionis smiled. “Tonight, we rest. The storm hasn’t broken yet. I don’t want you out in that right now. Stay the night, I have an extra cot. Tomorrow, bright and early, I’ll tell you what you want to know. The final chapter of this tale. How the wand ended up as you found it… shattered and without energy.”

      “Do you mean it?”

      Sionis nodded. “I do. The end is nearly here, Loremaster. So, get your rest.”

      The Loremaster laughed. Knowing what he knew now, how could he sleep!? He put away his scrolls, followed his usual evening routine, and placed the spare cot near the window at the front of Sionis’ home. The rain outside produced a comfortable white noise, and he was happy to be away from the bustling noise of the inn where he rented his room.

      He fell asleep that night and dreamed about the name of the wand.


Sionis’ Adventures will conclude in…

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