Part 3

The Slumber Ch 1.2

The next morning, Medivh rolled around on his bed, as he lazily decided if he wanted to sleep for another five minutes, just five, knowing very well five minutes usually meant a whole half hour. Was the dream really a dream? Did he really see that beast, that that Sargeras? He felt a tingling sensation on his feet. His eyes still closed, he started sweating cold sweat as thoughts rushed through his mind. Was it Sargeras? What does he want with me now? Then a whole torrent of water splashed down on him and he heard faintly, Lothar and Llane laughing softly, controlling themselves so as not to let go an almighty bellow.

The young boy, whose birthday it was today, sprang up from his bed and mockingly jumped at the two of them, who were standing at the doorway to his room, with that guilty bucket now empty. His two friends managed to dodge him, and Medivh, still only half awake, tripped over his own feet and tumbled down the stairs of his home… He struggled to get up, as his left foot was trapped in the gaps in the railing and when he did stand, his nose was bleeding profusely.

Trying to stop the bleeding, Medivh cupped his hands to his nose, but blood just kept gushing out. He had apparently broken his nose. Was this how warriors felt when getting beaten up? Admittedly he didn’t actually get beat up, punched or kicked, walloped or whacked, but he felt like he was a part of them, the glorious front-runners of any army, the first line of battle. He knew that views were always skeptical when it came to spell casters, but he didn’t pay heed to any of them, since that was practically all he knew how to do, his apparent talent in the arts helping him none.

As the blood flow stopped, he came to full realization that he was standing in the middle of the living room, still in his shorts, barely a thread on his frame, blood all over and laughing best friends beside him. What a way to start the day. His birthday! Medivh almost forgot that as he tried to control the situation into which he had been put, so early in the morning. Lothar and Llane will pay for this, he thought jokingly. Quickly, he rushed back to his room and cleaned up, the blood and his room, and finally himself.

Donning his best and most expensive clothes, he confidently strode out of his room to see what the world had to offer him on this special day. He was turning 14! The boy opened the door of his house and stepped outside, basking in the warm sunlight of the morning. He greeted the day and thanked it for the fine weather and hoped it would continue into the day.