Disclaimer:
World of Warcraft is copyright Blizzard Entertainment 2005. In fact, so is
anything else that doesn’t look like it was invented by me. Gelles is my level
60 Paladin on Thorium Brotherhood. Gelki/Mnemosyne is my mage and Aoni is my
other paladin. Please don’t sue me.
This
story is rated R for swearing, violence and sexual references
Stand
Alone
A
World of Warcraft fanfic
By
Kristin Renee Taylor
Part
Three – Doll House
The door to the basement laboratory slammed open, and Mnemosyne breezed
inside. The blood elf mage fairly glowed with energy as she hummed, sang, and
yes, even danced her way around the small apartment she now called home,
lighting small globes of orange light.
A sweep of a hand cleared off her worktable of books and scrolls and other
assorted knick-knacks. Onto her newly cleaned space she dumped the contents of
her sack, upending the results of her night's foraging: a vial of fountain
water; a boil from that pox-ridden paladin; a powder blue laocap
mushroom, fur from the throat of that rather loud Tauren, a cloth packet
containing Sorra's hair, and a small scroll that held her shopping list.
As she set most of the items inside, Mnem peeked inside the cloth packet.
Huh.
Sorra's carpet -did- match the drapes. Mnem snickered as she set the hair
aside.
She lit a brazier and set it in the middle of the table. Into that, she tossed
a handful of herbs; soon the heady scent of lavender and coriander filled the
room, and a thick column of black smoke lazily drifted upwards to explore the
rafters.
Mnem conjured up an air cushion and sat cross-legged upon it, floating several
feet off the floor. A quick prick of her thumb added five drops of blood to the
burning herbs; a flash of light streaked through the smoke, and soon it began
to glow a luminescent green just a shade darker than the blood elf's eyes.
She smiled and rubbed her hands together eagerly. To the rabbit cuddled up in
her lap, she grinned fiendishly. "Now, Tim, it's time! Time for...
research! MWAHAHAHAHA"
She snapped her fingers. At once, a two-foot high image of herself
naked appeared in the smoke. At a sharp word from the mage, the smoke thinned
into thin wispy strands which, as they passed through the Mini-Mnem, flowed
into clear, distinct channels through the little image's body. In moments, the
various paths through little mage's body were clearly visible, pulsing with a
bright light, displaying a map of power.
Much like Azeroth itself, power flowed through the bodies of the various in
habitants of the planet in specific routes. The study of these routes, or leylines, wasn't particularly popular amongst most folks,
but Mnem had long suspected that trolls knew something of it. Especially after
she had seen that voodoo doll, which was what had prompted her sudden study in
the first place.
Mnemosyne propped an elbow on her knee, resting her chin in her cupped palm as
she examined her miniature self and the flowing green lines. Small knots of
green smoke had formed at the backs of her hands, her forehead, and the soles
of her feet. Key points in her physiology: determination, knowledge, and drive;
the three hallmarks of any mage.
In theory, if any of those three points were blocked, she would be blocked from
her magic.
Slowly, Mnemosyne smiled. Time for some testing.
End – Doll House