New Born.

I want to see her... NOW!

Gharb woke up early in the morning. He sat down on the Silithus sand, looked at the rising sun and sighed.

So this is my first thought when I wake up... good work, Gharb, you're fully in control of yourself.

He took out the flask of rum and finished it with two gulps. Then mounted, rode to the Hold and took a wyvern to Feralas.


He remembered his letter he sent to Heresy a couple of days ago and smiled.

"I want to see you.

Gharb."

It was just a short letter describing exactly what he though about, what he wanted. And then there was this amazing trip to Feralas.

Gharb landed in Camp Mojache and inhaled wet, fresh air. He walked to the postbox, there were several auction house fees, some income but no letters from her. He sighed but smiled, remembering piles of saved letters in his bank.

Heresy was writing to him a lot. In fact, she was the only one writing to him for a long time. Not for any purpose - just because she wanted to. The feeling of her attention and kindness at first was confusing but then... it was a relief, a drop of sweet life in bloody and tired Gharb's soul.

Her letters... a salve, healing my wounds and scars. Something I want to wake up for. To check my mailbox, to find letters there, to read them... to feel somebody cares...

Gharb's heart ached. He'd never liked such thoughts, about anybody. They were bringing memories that hurt, made his old wounds open and bleed again but right now... he felt no pain.

Who was Heresy? Gharb has never known for sure. Once she asked him why he had appeared on her wedding. He joked in reply but she asked again later.

...i don't know, Heresy. Do I need a reason? Sometimes you just notice people. By the way they walk, behave themselves. By some random conversations... i do believe it's possible to know a person just by speaking to it for five minutes. You're... different from others. I feel life within you while many others are dead inside. - Gharb whispered to himself, remembering his answer, smiled and slightly nodded to himself.

So true... pusling with life, wild, bloodthisty and at the same time kind and thanksgiving... she is lovely!

Gharb grinned and blinked with delight, thinking of Heresy. Then he spurred his raptor and rushed to the Twin Colossals.

He was at the top when the sun has already risen and was enlightening all the forest, reflecting in mirriads of sparkles in the waterfalls that fell down from the height, thundering and crushing at the land.

Gharb remembered the evening... all the place was special now, precious. Each place he visited with Heresy was speacial, keeping its own unique memories and stories. Gharb laughed, he just fell on the grass and burst in laugher like a child.

You are a good rogue. Even from the inside you attacked me.. when I was unprepared.

Gharb smiled and tried to remember.

What's happened on that trip to Stormwind? Or was it at the Portal? On our fishing journey to the elven lands? But... no... each time with her was different and precious... as if this feeling was always inside, but hidden from my sight, waiting for its moment to appear and overwhelm me.

He was looking at the bright sky, listening to his emotions. He sipped some rum.

Heresy always replied to him and she decided to spend time with him. It was a pleasant surprise and priceless. From the first meeting Gharb felt some bond between them. Despite all the efforts, despite all his avoidance of any connections, there was a bond. Between rogues. Between 'I remain Heresy' and 'Just Gharb'.

She got my attention at first.. then she had my respect. Now she has my heart... horrible woman, how does she do it?!

Gharb cackled delightfully, remembering the evening.


She laughed quietly.

...so we are... sometimes bad and dangerous together.

Gharb laughed softly and whispered.

Yeah, together we're just a disaster.


Together. Indeed, they were a disaster. They were driven by the taste of blood, the fight. For the first time Gharb met a person that was enjoying the fight as stongly as he was. Spilling blood, laughing, cackling, teasing each other, joking and being serious - it were their trips. No limits, no rules... just wild nature of true predators.

Gharb was purring, thinking of her.

She's so alive. She enjoys each moment of her life... i see it in her letters, in her speech.. she even fights with pleasure. She does everything with pleasure and only if she wants it. I look at her and see... a reflection of myself. But better, in a different, better person.

Heresy was living inside. Gharb found that he was thinking about her almost all the time. His heart was pounding when she was nearby or even speaking via hearthstone. As a dim light was enlightening him from the inside, Gharb hasn't noticed it at first... then it was too late, his soul was burning with a new born feeling, he desired her. At least for a second but to hear her voice or meet even for a minute in Orgrimmar. Every drop of her being made him feel alive, teasing him, grinning at him with a cunning smile.

Wicked love...

Then he thought about Sylvanas, his devotion to her... Gharb frowned and closed his eyes.

Damnit... so far.. it doesn't bother us but... i hope this issue would never be discussed. But then... there's Linton...

Gharb sighed and sat down, frowning. He opened another flask of rum. He was afraid of Heresy now. Of what she could do or of what she could decide... it was a dangerous, slippy edge they were walking on.

Whatever I do... i'm wrong. Either to myself, or to her... to Linton...

Gharb shook his head, another kind of pain was appearing in his chest now. A pain to lose somebody precious...

Yet again I'm in this situation... almost the same as several years ago. I won't survive without her... not this time, not now, please...

With effort he shooed those thoughts away. It wasn't time to fear anything right now. Then he thought of Heresy again... She was similar to him in many things, as if she was his own soul. She liked the Orb as much as he did. She liked to write letters and receive them, she liked to have fun and fight... though.. it were the one thing to her. She had the same kind of humour, evil, black but so honest and attractive that it was impossible to resist.

Gharb smirked. Her laughter was spreading inside him like a disease, fullfilling him, posessing. He felt like as if blood was filling his veins, adrenaline blinding his mind. His eyes were glowing bright, he gritted his teeth and purred at his thoughts.

She was so close... i felt her breath, i felt her scent...

She was in an inch of his face, smiling at him sweetly, whispering...

We should probably go and kill a lot of them... stab them... stun them..

Gharb was staring at her, filled with lust. He grinned.

We shall...