Author's Note: Two chapters have been combined into one. Chapter two has been renamed and contains twice as much content as before. Nothing is changed.

"Found you!" the voice was nearly inaudible to Baldivan's ears. His eyes opened, and in the split second he regained his senses, the blade of a Warden was at his throat. He had hoped beyond hope that he was safe deep in the wilds of Feralas, that he could safely research his arcane spells he practiced. He had travelled so far from home on foot, mostly on his own now, that he dared let himself hope the Wardens deemed him too far and given up in the pursuit.
But, alas, they were persistent, and he had gone lax in his defenses. They led him back home, paraded him around as one of the Betrayer's loyalists, and then buried him alive. Just how the Betrayer himself had been dealt with, being buried alive, in an underground cell.
There, Baldivan had paced his cell, unable to call upon the magics he studied, the magics he sorely missed. The wards saw to that. He would never again feel the power he once wielded, the power he could control, the power he wanted to use to make Kalimdor a better place. Or, so he thought.
After an eternity, Baldivan felt the wards fail and the arcane magics return to him. He made his escape through the sounds of chaos and into the uncertainty of the bright forest. He fled through the floral, and ran until he collapsed in exhaustion. He swore he felt a presence similar to Illidan's, and even with most of his memory fractured and faded from living in the enormous darkness of his cell, he followed the presence. There was nothing else he could remember quite as clearly as Illidan, and Illidan's desire to save the world.

Metal hissed in Baldivan's dreams and he jerked awake.
The felhound whined in Baldivan's mind, protesting its boredom. He could feel his own eye sockets tense as if he were rolling his eyes. Such a thing was no longer possible when his eyes were removed and felfire had replaced them. But as the felhound whined again, he pushed it back to its usual corner of his mind, focusing instead on the horizon before him.
The ocean was beautiful, even during the day. The way the waves reflected the sun's light had always fascinated Baldivan. Since his vision had changed when binding with Flaatom, Baldivan always admired the way everything appeared to him in a different way. Though he could see shapes and objects as a human or dwarf could see them, for an Illidari, there were many more layers and magics he could see as well. The light reflecting on the ocean's waves not only registered about the same, but the water itself gave off a gentle aura as well.
A kaldorei woman stopped and greeted him with a nod and a gesture to the mug of coffee in his hand. Baldivan's gaze went to the coffee and back to her. Though for as late in the day as it was, Baldivan needed it to wake himself up more. He wouldn't remember much from the first time he met the druidess Elyowynn, but he would forever be thankful for the strong beverage he took with him, for it seems that was what had brought her there.
A town crier had stopped by at one point and left a flyer for a formal event at some manor in Boralus the following day. If they left that evening, they'd be able to make it in time. Baldivan hadn't any plans, so he offered the druidess company.

Baldivan would be doubly thankful for the evening he met Elyowynn. Though he had to leave his warglaive-turned-swords at the gate, he thoroughly enjoyed the evening at the manor. A few drinks, pandaren made noodles and fireworks. It was an evening he had begun to desperately need, an evening under the stars with a friendly face. It was to his greatest relief that she hadn't outright shunned him for being a demon hunter. She would prove to be the familial figure he wanted, too.
After they had returned to Stormwind, he would never remember whom offered to spar first. It became a sparring match that turned into what Baldivan would consider a terrible accident. His felhound began to take control during the match, and to his dismay, he had broken each set of vines sprouting from her legs. He eventually passed out from struggling internally and from taking a hard blow.
Eventually, he woke up a couple hours later. She hadn't left his side, just as he had watched over her when she took a nap not far from Lion's Rest earlier that day. Despite profusely apologizing the next hour or so he had recouped, Elyo insisted she would be just fine. Her lower legs would regrow, and be as good as new.
Baldivan grew fond of her, in spite of having just met her. He had called her 'sister' without even realizing it at first, and she took it in stride.

After a few more weeks, she had told him, "Brother, I'm going back to the warfront in a couple months."
"Sister?" He was dumbfounded, though he knew it deep down, she wouldn't be long for the war again. She was a battle medic.
She gave him a grin, "Will you be so despondent without me?"
Baldivan snorted and chuckled, "You know who will be. You spoil him too much."
"Well, he's too well behaved and cute not to spoil," she teased, giving him a push.
Flaatom had taken a liking to her, and the felhound's trust was well placed. Elyo often grew and plucked a vine from the ground for Flaatom whenever he sometimes bubbled up to the surface. Coupled with a scratches around his horns, Flaatom melted, causing Baldivan's tail to wag so fast it became a blur. Baldivan felt incredibly lucky to have been bound to Flaatom, the felhound was incredibly well behaved and was about as fond of the Legion as most Kaldorei were.