Episode 3: Iliera (Intermission)

The tranquil town of Halfhill.

          Sionis checked his fishing line and tossed it back into the water. The Loremaster sat next to him, his mouth open in shock. There was a gap of time where nothing was said, before the young historian couldn’t handle it anymore.

          “That’s it?!?” he shouted.

          “You’re scaring the fish,” Sionis replied, throwing another line into the water.

          “Do you understand why I’m here?” the Loremaster asked, his voice rising. He hadn’t realized it until this exact moment, but the way Sionis led him on this story was actually quite frustrating. “I brought you a broken wand, a shattered relic of the past. I want to know the history of the wand and the man that yielded its power!”

          “I’m telling you that history,” Sionis said, unimpressed with the Loremaster’s anger.

          “You’re telling me every little detail! Then, when you finally get to a piece of the mystery that I am dying to hear, you just walk away from it? Iliera, the name of the wand, showing up in an alternate reality with you serving as the one that saved her life? It cannot be coincidence!”

          “Are you like this with a good book, too?” Sionis asked. “Skipping to the end?”

          “This is different. I want to read a book about one subject, and I’m getting the entire series of volumes on the entire origin of the universe.”

          “Context is important,” Sionis said, still checking his line. “When I met Iliera, it had been several years since I last thought about the wand from Lady Sonea. On top of that, what did it matter anyway, since Theramore had been utterly destroyed by Garrosh, so if there was something of value there, it was lost to time, and finally, I was trying to save our world from a repeat of the First War, which mattered far more than musing on the questions of how my old wand got its name.”

          The Loremaster grumbled. “She does have something to do with it, right?”

          Sionis finally smiled. “She was important, yes.”

          “So can we skip to the part where she shows up again?” he asked.

          The mage raised his brow, then shook his head. “Sure.”

          “Good. So, when was that?”

          “The next week,” Sionis answered. “I was about to tell you that, if you hadn’t interrupted.”

          The Loremaster felt his stomach turn sour.

          “She came to Lunarfall,” Sionis continued. “She told the Commander that she wanted to help us in our fight against the Iron Horde. She wanted to see her home safe from the threat of this powerful foe. Obviously, we needed all the help we could get, so Iliera was soon fighting with us on missions all across Draenor.”

          “Surely you were curious about her name?”

          “Of course,” Sionis said, smiling again. “I was curious about her name, so I worked with her when I could. I wondered if maybe Lady Sonea had known more about the future than she originally told me. I had concluded a while back that my old teacher knew about the Third War before it happened. She knew about the plague. So, maybe she knew Iliera was important too. I set out to keep an eye on her, and I’m glad I did, because we soon became strong allies. In fact… if you are still interested… I can continue my story?”

          The Loremaster nodded slightly, then held his head low. “I’m sorry. I do enjoy hearing about your adventures. I didn’t mean to imply that you should stop or shorten them for me. I am writing it all down, of course, for my work.”

          Sionis didn’t responde to the apology, instead focusing on baiting another shrimp for his fishing line and tossing it into the cool blue water.

          The Loremaster wondered if he’d gone too far.

          Then, Sionis leaed back in his chair and took a deep breath. “Well, I guess it was about six months into the campaign that things started to warm up…”     

          The Loremaster grabbed his magical quill and went back to recording.     

To Be Continued…

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