Premonition

Tranquilien was no longer the friendly little town it used to be.

The name sounded more like a stupid joke, Eireannan thought, looking around himself. Half ruined , half repaired buildings, covered in moss, a few Silvermoon guards and a handful of Forsaken that carry the trades.

Well, tranquil it was.

From time to time, the sound of battle emerged from the watch post which guarded the narrow path leading into the Death Scar. The mindless undead were driven towards the scent of life, with the clear purpose of extinction. As the guards pushed them back, silence fell again over the small settlement.

Laandra stayed quiet by his side, the hood of her green cloak pulled down to cover her features. She had insisted to come along, growing weary of the days spent in hiding. But she didn't like the place and Eireannan clearly perceived her uneasiness, after the side glances she threw at the Forsaken.

He didn't like it either.

And less of all that morning.

The strange churning in his chest was a premonition. Something bad was going to happen, really soon. He could feel it in the air.

The man that emerged from the inn wore the impressive- looking uniform of the Blood Knights. He stopped a little, to survey the gloomy surroundings, then went down the stairs and towards the bat handler, side glancing towards them.

His movements were arrogant and careless when he brushed by Laandra, making her lose equilibrium. She staggered, letting out a choked sound of surprise, as he turned, in a swift motion and pulled back the hood of her cloak, revealing her face.

“My, my”, he commented, grinning sarcastically, to cover his own surprise. “The hell if I don’t know you…”

Eireannan grabbed Laandra’s arm, to prevent her from falling. He perceived the tension in her muscles, as her features contorted with sudden pain and she blindly stepped back, to avoid the man’s touch.
Staring into his eyes, gasping.

That face. She remembered that face.

She remembered it all.