Ankyra Sound all of them end in the same place — upon the killing ground

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the boy moved across the shores and aimed for the blackpine. he thought it wise to stock their caches to the best of his ability while he mulled over the idea of attempting to rescue the woman who had been taken from them. it was almost foolish for him to imagine storming the cliffs in hopes of retrieving someone that he had never met. they could have sent him home with an infiltrator and he would have been none the wiser. with each lengthy stride, illidan felt himself drowning deeper and deeper in feelings of uselessness.

what had he been thinking, leaving the plateau? it still didn't feel real to him; like he had entered a permanent dream state and was incapable of leaving it. or, perhaps he had died and was paying his dues for all that he had done when he had been living. it certainly made more sense to him than the idea that he had been reunited with his blood after all that time.

the wildling huffed a heavy breath and slipped into the darkness of the pines. once there, he melded with the shadows and prowled as deep as his limbs would carry him.