A/N:Well heres Act II. Again, for those of you that didn't catch it or if I forgot to write it, the prologue from Blind Nostalgia will be carried over into this sequel. I can't wait to get to this part of the story. Honestly though, I had to poke and prod at my muse for help on the last chapter of Blind Nostalgia, that's why it was a bit crappy... Damned muses and their refusal to inspire sometimes D:

Either way, thanks to all of you who have supported this story from day 1. You are all angels of joy and happiness! But all in all, I'm not kidding when I say that I get giddy when I read reviews. They make me so happy ;3. So thanks again!

The title of this portion of the series came to me after a lot of thought. Its based upon a song. It will make sense eventually! Spoiler warning though, if you listen to the song now, you may be taking away the sweet bliss of surprise later on...

Oh and a side note: this sequel will be swinging from Nicholas or Elirina's point of view, to give a grasp of what's going on or to give some perspective during their separation.

Edit: FIXED A MAJOR... INCONSISTENCY. Sorry about that, those of you that may have been confused.

The Luckiest

Act II

Disclaimer: I do not own Warcraft, I only own my characters.

A year later.

The nightmares had become so repetitive, that I finally had to give into them. They suffocated my every extremity, tightening my mind, causing migraines and usually coughing fits. I became sick easily, in my weary state. The shamans of Orgrimmar could not understand such calls for illness. The symptoms were all wrong; they didn't match at all with the recorded sicknesses of the past. For a long while, I was worried that I was pregnant. The very idea shook me to pieces; in result, I avoided my mother, Erannar, and anyone who could tell. But both to my dismay, and relief, I wasn't. I was instead, just sick. In all honesty, I could not grasp the very intentions of the nightmares. It was as if I had angered some beautiful god in the sky, who was now raining terror upon me in my sleep. The Light, maybe? We all had betrayed it, we stole its grace for our purposes, twisted it to our appeals and uses. No... it wasn't that. It was like he had said. A lady of light, that watched over us both. Such beings had to have some other thing to do, some greater purpose, besides two normal creatures? Surely, such divine powers should be directed to leaders, rulers.. like Thrall or the King's son, of Stormwind. But alas, that was not so. Some entity in the heavens was using their authority on us both, and I still regretted it sometimes. I would look to my once companions, friends, whom I had cherished before my capture. But now, they... I could not relate to them as I usually could. It wasn't them. They had not changed. It had been me, for the rather. I despised it, I hated such an idea... but it was reality. And I could not hide from it, whether I tried or failed at doing so.

But, after time, the brain becomes too weak to hold on. Whether you have the pride of a single lion behind you, or the self-will of a hero, you at some point succumb to things that are stronger than you. A prisoner, no matter how clandestine or resilient they are, even they fall to the might of torture or questioning. We simply just cave in, after time. Its never an immediate thing. It takes time. And time is of the essence.

But if we could resist such things.... it would be sheer resistance to authority, it seems. They say that we can choose our own destiny... but really, destiny is shaped in the hands of the celestial. They know that we will stray, but it is in their plan. They know of these things. They expect it. And they know that at some point, we will return, and that is when we realize how merciful they really are. And that provides all the respect they need.

And in the time that I had returned, I had felt a connection grow again with my sister, Anissa. She seemed to give me some form of hope, though it disheartened me to keep such things from her. I wanted to explain the darkness that plagued me, made me look over my shoulder constantly. I wanted to diffuse some of the pressure onto her, so that I did not have to crumble beneath my family. Yet, I was helpless against my uncertainty. The very thing that drove me away from Shattrath, was holding me back again, binding me to its claws. I did not know whether or not I could tell her the truth.

In the end, I couldn't.

There is a mystical kind of feeling, when you realize that its your wedding day. It's every young girl's dream. To fall in love with a handsome, romantic man who could sweep you off your feet in the dream, and just indulge your lips with kisses. Every girl dreams of the flowing white dress, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, the smell of Spring in the air, the wind playing at your hair... and then down the aisle, the man you've waited years for. You can't wait to hold their hand, tickling their palm, trying to make them giggle before you, in the already felicitous atmosphere. You swear your love for that person, you tell them, "Your cup will never empty, for I... will be your wine." You say those two euphonious words, whispering it, pouring all loyalty and honor in such words. The ring is placed on your finger, and the world seems to brighten. You both lean in, for just an innocent peck on the lips, when really two hearts are burning for the other. The night comes, and you're beaming with excitement, and you're whisked out into fantasy... marveling at just how lucky you really are.

But really? Does that really happen? It does. It really does. But I'm not that lucky.

No, I wouldn't say its luck. I chose this. I had been given two options, and well, here I was. Sitting in the inn of the Scryer Tier, staring at my reflection. My sister and mother's attempts at making me look somewhat attractive for my "oh-so-special" day, seemed futile. My hair seemed flat, with interminable knots and tangles that wouldn't die without a fight. My eyes, sullen and puffy, like I had been crying for a very long time recently. Anissa tugged at it, trying earnestly to make due with what she had before her. An elf who looked like she had been ran over by a Kodo stampede. She groaned and shook her head, tilting my head so that I was staring into her eyes.

"Sissy, why do you look so... down? It's your wedding day. You should be delighted."

Delighted... not really. Its a day I had been dreading for months. I didn't reply, I closed me eyes and looked down again. "He can't really be that bad, can he? You've snagged a patient one, a loyal one at that too! You should have seen how many elves tried to fling onto him when word got around that you had been captured, and were being sent to Stormwind. But no," she saw my disdain and reprimanded it, "Oh Eli, I'm not kidding! He ignored it all, and stood firm and told them all, 'I know she's still alive, my Elirina is still alive and well. She's a fighter you know, always has been.'"

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I refrained from doing so, when I saw my mother come in. Young and dainty, just like all the other elves were. Her hair was a faint amber, short and curled outward for the occasion, with the same milky colored skin. She narrowed her eyebrows when she saw that hardly any progress had been made. She shooed Anissa aside and took the comb and forcefully got the tangles out, as I bit my lip hard. "I really cannot comprehend why you're acting this way, Elirina. You act as if you're going to your own funeral. He's a wonderful elf, and you're his perfect match. You'll understand why your father and I chose him someday, and you'll thank us for it. Now, Anissa, please, help her become a bit more lively... Can't have such a sordid look on one's wedding! It would make for way too much gossip, too much drama. And it saddens me to hear the ladies speak of such nasty things, and about my own daughter!"

And with that, she left to return to the main hallway which lead into the room where I would be wed to Erannar, the utmost horrid choice of my parents. I became caught up in memories, as Anissa styled my hair, curling the ends in a wispy manner...

It had been less than two years ago, that I had discovered my fate. That like most elves my age, a suitor was to be picked for them by their parents. Erannar had been the son of a wealthy enchantress and paladin, who were friends with my parents. They themselves wanted the best for their son, who was prime in his youth, handsome and excited to see the new world. I was only twenty at the time. Two years after gaining "legal" authority over myself... yet, I was just as caged as many others were. It happened to nearly every child of any wealthy family of merchants or artisans. It was unfair, but that was the way life in Silvermoon worked. Being married young meant you were a respectful gentleman or lady, or in other words, you were "allowed" to become apart of the major social hierarchy of the upper class. Many were jealous of the middle class families, who were knitted together more tightly, bound by hardship, brought together by love for one another... like any normal person. But honestly, the only reason that there weren't any arranged marriages, was because no one could afford the dowry that was legally needed for such marriages.

And so one evening, as I stayed in an inn nearby the Undercity, I received mail from my parents about the arrangement. Disgusted, I couldn't think for minutes as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had heard of the elf, Erannar. Prideful and cocksure, that's the two qualities that always turned me off from him. Sure, he was attractive. But that wasn't able to overcome his horrid personality. If he even had one, honestly. There were always women crowding around him, begging for him to notice them, to give them the light of day. He usually would stand around in the Bazaar of Silvermoon City, and soak it all up, before walking over to me, and smirking. Erannar knew ahead of time about the supposed marriage. He used to taunt me about it, tease me, but I had never believed a word of it.

But there it was in ink. Set in stone. Unchangeable. Definite. Unable to be stopped or controlled. And that's when I packed up my belongings, sent word to my parents that I had been sent away to the Hinterlands on a serious mission regarding the Alliance's standings there, and that it direly needing attending. And so I went. I spent less than a week there, patrolling – at least pretending to – the area and making up fake reports about travelers killing trolls, or watching small parties work together to overcome obstacles. Usually quite uneventful. Until I caught that courier with the "classified" documents that needed to reach Aries Peak. After intercepting the courier, I took his supplies and things, stashed them in my backpack and set course for Revantusk, to give word to Sylvannas. They were extremely incriminating documents apparently, because the courier himself was panicking beyond means, screaming that a war would break out if I gave them to anyone. I didn't actually read them, but I took his flailing about as a clear sign that something had to be done. And so it happened. The Alliance retaliated...

No. Don't think about him. There is no need to think about him... And yet, here I am. I stared at my reflection as Anissa finished curling the tips. She smiled, and half heartedly sighed."Well, at least you look pretty." Shrugging, I stood up, and brushed the dress I wore. It was your average wedding gown, delicate and fitted to my form. The white lace hung against my skin, flared at the cuffs and ends of the bottom part of the gown. The dress had a scoop neck, that revealed just enough to get a man curious enough to wonder. Adorned in my hair was a pale pink lily, that rested gently on my head. The bouquet was of a matching flower, as well. I wore my usual earrings, an emerald stud and one diamond on each side of the gem. Sighing, I rubbed my watery eye, running the makeup. "Eli, I just did your makeup, please don't cry."

"I'm not, they'res some dust in it or something." My sister just rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand. "Come on, it can't be all that bad. You're getting married to a handsome man, who seems to truly care about you. What could get you so down? You've been acting odd ever since you came home."

"It's just... I don't want to marry him. It's not by my own will, there's no previous connection, other than teasing or something of the sort. I don't feel anything for Erannar. It's just one of those things... that I would prefer didn't have to happen. He's such a snobby guy."

"But, I'm sure he's just doing that for show... you know how guys are in public, jerkish and a bit stuck up, but then, once you get them alone... You just have to look beyond that part, and wait for the good – "

And then word vomit bundled in the my throat, like bile or venom flicking out from my tongue... it all was tossed out. I couldn't retain it. I hadn't told a soul since I had left Ratchet. I was too confused, too lost still to understand what had been going on back then. I looked directly at Anissa, and began with a stern tone, "I can't love Erannar... I... I'm in love with someone else."

She eyed me peculiarly. "Really? You're kidding. You would have told me if you liked someone in Silvermoon or the Undercity."

"I'm not joking, he's just... not apart of the Horde." Her eyes went wide now, and she was the one who was shaking her head now.

"Now you're really pulling my leg. Seriously, Eli, don't joke like that. Who is it."

"I'm not." I said, almost blankly. She seemed to shrink before me, in a kind of panic that made her hard to be around. "Elirina, you can't..."

"We met in the Hinterlands, and it just... it took it's time, but it unraveled and became this.. this cyclone of thoughts and feelings." I closed my eyes, unable to not see his scarred face in my mind, eyes full of mystery and curiosity. An outstretched hand that wanted to just embrace me, feel my presence – to know that I was there, that I wasn't a figment of his imagination. But instead, it was my imagination that was playing tricks on me. I wanted to just run away now. I realized that I had made a horrible mistake a month after leaving Ratchet, and returning to Orgrimmar. I wanted to be with him, but I had been too damned stubborn, too hopeful, to give up on this life so easily.

"Wait...you don't mean to tell me you fell in love with the human who captured you, please tell me that's not it."

"I told you." I paused, "it just happened."

"Eli! Oh my god, do you know what you've done? It's..." she shook her head furiously now, "it's forbidden! How could you betray your family, your faction, and everything about this life! You go went and got yourself captured, and you ran off with a man who "seduced" you into whatever he wanted. Then sanity caught up with you, and you came home. Is that how it went? God, what would mother think! You would be the gossip of everywhere from Thunderbluff to Silvermoon! …Well, it's not going to happen again, Eli. You probably just lost your head, or you didn't know what was going on... I know how that is, but really! I would never go that low. Oh Eli, I can't believe this."

I frowned at Anissa. If only she could understand. Rather, she paced the room and bit her nail. I placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her. "Anissa, don't you want me to be happy?"

"Of course, sis."

"Can't you see how miserable I look? How unhappy?"

"But you aren't giving him a – "

"I don't want to live like mother and father do. I don't want that kind of lifestyle. I've always recognized that desire, but I haven't acted on it. Instead, I let this happen. I let fear of the unknown shake me to pieces, and now I'm facing the consequences. Anissa, if you love me as a sister, you won't tell anyone what I've told you. But it's taken me a year to come to the fact that I can't live without this man. This human being, is someone who's captured me. Physically and emotionally, and I love them. It was wrong of me to leave him, to just break him like that."

Facing the ground, she let out a soft sigh before looking at me again. "I guess I can't stop you." I smiled somewhat, hugging her now.

"I know it's hard to understand, but you never know."

She nodded and returned the hug. "What's he look like? What kind of person is he?"

"Well... he's a warlock. I guess you could say he's somewhat muscular, I mean, I've never seen him fight hand to hand, unless it had something to do with magic. But how do I know how he got them. He has auburn hair, forest green eyes..." And again, a picture was being painted in my mind. Tall, an average body, and his trademark scars. "He's scarred from head to toe though on half his body."

"Wow, you mean like, battle scars... or what?"

"They're burns."

"Oh, that's a nasty burn."

"Indeed. Bad fire in Stormwind when he was a child."

"Ouch."

"But... beyond that. He's a bit moody. But he has a mind full of knowledge and ideas, hopes for the future. Oh! He's horribly sarcastic... and hypocritical. And he used to be an alcoholic but I honestly don't know how he's been since I lef – "

"Wait, wait. You're in love with that kind of guy?"

"What kind of guy."

She shook her head and patted my shoulder. "Eli, he's certainly not my type, that's all I'll say."

"Oh, I'm not offended. I thought that at first. But he came around. He can be quite charming when he's in the mood."

"Oh... so did you, erm..." She stumbled, now unable to face me anymore.

"Oh! … Um, well... I'm not a virgin anymore, if that's what you were going to ask."

"I had a feeling."

"Oh come on, Anissa, you lost it a long time ago, to some guy you don't even see anymore."

"True, but he had the most entrancing eyes... you would have dived head of heels for him too, if you had seen him. If you had been my age..."

I couldn't help but laugh and smile for a moment. "I know it's not ideal, and he's not prince charming, but... he just tickles that side of me."

"Oh, he tickled alright – "

A knock resided, followed by my mother's voice, then the door opening. My mother instantly moved to me and straighted out any piece of my gown that was sitting wrong, or if my hair looked too flat in one area. She then turned to Anissa. "Anissa, come out here, it's nearly time for the ceremony to start! Eli, really, you could at least fake a smile, if its that agonizing."

But even a smile seemed to elude me, as my sister and mother walked out the door, into the hallway where they would prepare themselves for the ceremony that would begin in only a few minutes. I began to felt sick to my stomach, and I couldn't stand without feeling light-headed. Leaning against a wall, I tried to shake the feeling off. I had to find a way out, there had to be... There had to be a way to run away. But what could be done? There were guards stationed about the Tier, that had been informed that a wedding would be taking place. Obviously, if they saw a bride running about that they would know that something was wrong and would probably escort me back to the main building. The fall from the Tier itself would break several of my bones, if not kill me. And that was something I didn't look forward to. No...the ideas were slipping from me, my chances were falling beneath my feet.

I pounded my fist against the wall and grinded my teeth. There wasn't a thing to do. The time was slipping from my fingers, I had to walk that aisle in mere minutes. I sunk to the floor beside me, holding my arms tightly around my chest, so that I didn't explode from the fear.

My uncle arrived soon after, with his ceremonial garments on, he pulled me up to him and curled my hair between his fingers. He frowned upon seeing my stained cheeks, but nevertheless he complimented me and tried to at least cheer me up. If anything, I appreciated his words, but I preferred the words of freedom instead. Sighing, he pulled me out of the tiny room and into the hallway. Merely steps away... strides to my fate.

But as the outside world began to reveal itself, I saw the storm brewing outside.

A/N II: Stay tuned ~ More to come. Tell me your thoughts... I know I jumped a bit ahead, but I feel that this is a good place to start things off.