Magic Happens

Endryel looked down at the parchment in her hand and let out a heavy sigh. Another request to come to Orgrimmar to mediate. If it wasn't Trolls or Orcs it was always something.

"This is what I get for being a diplomat," She murmured into the Stormwind night.

Stormwind, with all its noise and lights. Endryel spurred her horse away from the crowds and toward the quieter Mage's quarter.

She would meet Selarine, a powerful mage and close friend to Endryel. She was the person responsible for Endryel's transmogrification from Draenei to Elf. The spell had been complicated and dangerous. Selarine had also made several glammer (as different from glamour) trinkets for Endryel, best of those was the Elar Carmenith trinket. A true masterpiece in magical transformation.  It had served Endryel very well in her underworld dealings.

But tonight...tonight she came with a greater requirement from Selarine. Endryel would, once again, test the old woman's mettle. Her own life would be in danger as well, but Endryel needed to delve into a horde underground where her identity must be flawless. A trinket would not serve this time.

Endryel dismounted her horse in front of the Gallina Wine seller's shop in the canals. She had not noticed anyone watching her or following her, but that was never a reason to believe that she wasn't being observed. She turned to enter the shop and as she approached the door, she vanished into the darkness. Always the rogue. Her stealth was unsurpassed in getting her around in those tight places. She made her way along the canal and turned into the Mage's Quarter. She was gliding up the spiraling walkway of the Mage's tower a few minutes later and decided that a little surprise would be nice for Selarine. Grinning, Endryel unlocked the door to Selarine's room and slipped in the door. The candles flared and the old women burst out laughing.

"Really child, " the old woman giggled, "did you really think I would leave my room unwarded?"

Endryel grinned, dropped into the comfortable chair beside the old mage and shrugged.

The woman was older than any human Endryel had ever known. Her life had been extended through magic over several normal human lifetimes, and yet, she appeared no older than a human woman of 40, just beyond the bloom of youth. She was small and frail. Her skin pale as milk from being in the depths of the Mage's tower for so many years. Her pretty face was dotted with freckles. Her eyes were the deepest blue with an intensity that only magic could bring to eyes. The small body held tremendous power and knowledge of magics long forgotten by others. Selarine's manner was always fun and relaxed until the time for casting came, then she was a fearsome sight.

Few knew of her more specialized talents in transmogrification. Endryel had been brought to Selarine many years earlier for that very service and, since that time, they had been close friends.

Selarine was pouring two cups of herb tea and the earthy fragrance wafted throughout the room filling Endryel with warmth and relaxing her body.

Selarine turned to Endryel, "So, child, your note said you had an urgent request," she grinned at Endryel, "with you Urgent means trouble...tell me, child?"

Endryel took a deep breath, no sense mincing this one. "Selarine, I need you to transmogrify me again."

Selarine dropped the tea pot. The beautifully decorated ceramic pot tumbled toward the floor spilling the fragrant tea. At the last second Endryel caught the pot and set it gently on the table before the dumbfounded Selarine.

"By the Gods, Endryel!" the little woman slumped into the chair, "Have you any idea what it is you ask?"

Endryel busied herself cleaning up the spill with a rag from the cabinet so as not to have to look at the mage's eyes.

Selarine placed her hand under Endryel's chin and turned her face up.

"What you ask is dangerous to you especially. I know you have strong reasons that we do not need to discuss," The mage's deep blue eyes bore into Endryel. The now elf nodded against Selarine's hand, "Very important, and it must be flawless, no trinkets." Endryel's gaze did not waver this time.

Selarine looked at her for a what seemed an age and then nodded. "Fine, I am ready to proceed." Endryel stood and helped the woman from the chair.

Strong magic rocked the mage's tower that night and, in the wee hours of the morning as everyone slept,  a lone Blood Elf slinked down the docs and onto The Bravery, a ship traveling to the Kalimdor continent. From there she would make her way to Orgrimmar.

Three weeks Later:

Endryel has made contact with Krolen, a leader in one of the Orc underground syndicates. They traded in slaves. These were the people she was to take down from the inside. She had passed all inspections for disguises, of course. And would be a few months proving herself to this lot.

And there she was, 'proving' her loyalty by strong arming a meager Goblin from the slums. He had been skimming profits from something or another and Krolen wanted him taught a lesson. Endryel pummeled the little man, all the while hiding her disgust for this part of the mission. The Goblin finally, thankfully, passed out on the floor. Endryel turned to leave and the crony Krolen had sent to observe laughed and clapped her on the shoulder. Endryel grabbed the Orc's meaty hand and twisted his arm until he bent down in pain.

"Never touch me, scum," she hissed and pushed the large Orc into the wall and strode off out of the stinking hut. She would have to kill the Orc now. Life was simple among these types. You didn't ask for forgiveness and you didn't forgive. You killed what bugged you, simple as that. Endryel would do as was expected of this type. No less.

Later, in Pandaria, Endryel was fighting alongside other members of the syndicate, looking to transplant the brewer's union that had long had a booming business in the newly discovered continent. The battle was turning to the small band's advantage when Endryel felt a stabbing pain in her stomach and she doubled over, narrowly missing an incoming sword thrust and spear from behind. She rolled and vanished. The others, too busy with their own battles, didn't notice her disappearance.

The pain was excruciating. Endryel moved to a secluded location as far away from the battle as possible and used her Hearthstone to return to Orgrimmar. She barely remembered getting to the inn and falling into the bed. She awoke sometime later. The pain was completely gone, but, for some reason, she felt as a boulder were laying on her belly. When she opened her eyes to see that, indeed, this was the case. Her shirt was stretched out and something very large was on her. She couldn't sit, so she rolled to one side and on to her feet. She felt so heavy! Then she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Her belly was HUGE! She was completely distended. But how? What magic was...and the word magic was all she needed to set her in motion. She would go to Selarine. Endryel donned a cloak and her Elar trinket. That at least would hide the very apparent problem she was having.

With time being of the essence, Endryel hired a mage to teleport her to Stormwind. As luck would have it, the port would put her in the Mage's tower directly. Stealth would get her to Selarine's room.

Selarine looked up from her reading and frowned at the bedraggled Endryel standing in her doorway. "Child! what ..." she then stared at Endryel's enormous belly. Endryel moved into the room and fell into the nearby chair and fainted.

Endryel awoke to the sound of the crackling fire and Selarine's humming.

"What happened to me?" Endryel croaked from a parched throat.

Selarine turned beaming, "My dear," she said softly, "You are pregnant!"

Endryel frowned, pondered and shouted "Pregnant?! Are you insane?!" But Selarine had come over and placed her hand over Endryel's bulging shape. That was when she felt the movement inside. Selarine smiled and guided Endryel's own hand to her belly. There is was again! Movement....

Endryel smiled and then only one word came from her lips, "Conetera."

Selarine's only explanation was that the second transformation had awakened a dormant pregnancy. The pregnancy may have become dormant from some of the magics that Endryel had been exposed to; or even some desire to wait for safety. Who knew, Selarine said. It was truly a miracle.

A few days later, Endryel gave birth to a healthy baby Elf girl, who she named Ondrielle.