Mind the gap (New Emmie Story)

She pondered the past few months. The snippets of memory that were in her head, the sudden realisation that her whole was dead.

She remembered vaugely taking a mechanostrider from From Ironforge and racing down to the port, she remembered the Wetlands racing past her with increasing speed, the nausea that did not abate when she got on the boat to Auberdine.

There was an anxious ride to Astranaar, the Gryphon master trying to convince her to simply rest for a while. But there was no end to her wrath, no stopping her bloodthirst.

And so it had ended as it began. Swiftly, though it was against the blade of an Orc, she was simply batted away.Yet it hadn’t been the end. Well was it ever really the end? Raised in service to the Lich King for reasons even she was confused by, it took several months and a trip down memory lane to realise that she wasn’t just a killing machine.

Looking at the dried blood on her blade had told her otherwise, no matter how the tears would flow down her face it wouldn’t change her innocence lost. Upon recognising the face of a gnome who had taken her in previously, she had broken down… and more importantly she had remembered what had come before. Revenge for her loss had ultimately failed and she had been a puppet, and was now hated and feared by many for the part she had played in so many downfalls of innocent people and children.

She looked at her spiced apple juice. She didn’t deserve life. But she had failed at life. What more was there. The confusion that she was not dead. The dreams of decay, the dreams of hooven feet.

As she tearfully pondered it all she didn’t notice a familiar face sitting down next to her.

“You know, crying never solves anything” Gemanea commented. Emmie looking over at the older woman let out a large sigh.

“I dunno, makes me feel slightly less particularly rubbish” She replied in her hollow quiet voice. She jumped slightly as she spoke, unsure of the words passing her lips. Gemanea just shrugged, sometimes you couldn’t help gnomes and certainly these glowing eyed ones… though admittedly it wasn’t the first time she’d seen this gnome with that sparkle. As the thought crossed her mind she dismissed it quickly. For the most part the subconscious she knew was dead regardless of personality and outlook. Gemanea quickly finished her drink and bode Emmie well before leaving to chase after a scare herb shipment.

Alone once more Emmie finished her drink and left the tavern, noting the glares as she walked past the tables. Intolerances to certain races were always visible no matter which way ‘equality’ was packaged, she noted.