Hearts Beating As One
Maritia Point of View

Seems only yesterday I began a pilgrimage to the dark portal in order to reach Outland. A journey such as mine was not an easy one, I have been to every corner of westfall, fighting beast and thug alike in my travels. All this I have done alone, but now I will not be traveling on my own to Outland.

It all started on a warm summer's night about almost three weeks ago. I was on a raid in the Dead Mines in Moon Brook on my own and things were going very well. As I entered the third floor I was ambushed by a gang of defilas thugs. I was holding them off the best I could and I knew I was in grave peril. Just as soon as I killed one, it seemed that another would rise to take it's place and then as a I took a swing at one accidently leaving my right side exposed. One of them came in on that side and left a crimson trail from their short sword and as a I felt the sharp pain I began to pray for help. My sight was growing fuzzy with the loss of blood, and then I heard the song of an elvish blade as if it were saying "I am here." I did my best to help my savior the best I could before my sword arm began to fail me and after that everything went black.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of elvish songs like a prayer they sounded so sweet to my weary soul. I tried to stand but the pain from my wound kept me grounded to the bed I lay upon, "Where am I?" I wondered aloud and from around the corner walked in a beautiful elf but her skin was not a light blue color like the night elfs of the alliance. She was pale with light clored eyes and red in her robes, I knew then that she was a Blood Elf, a member of the Horde. Even though she was my enemy I could not bring myself to hate her. There was somehitng in the her pure beauty and in her eyes that left me breathless.

"Good morning. How do you feel?" the blood elf said with a smile on her face. She was holding a mug of some sort of steaming liquid in her long pale hands.

"I feel weak."I replied with slight disdain, a paladin is not meant to feel weak. "But, where am I and who are you?" I asked as I began to take stock of my surroundings.

She looked at me with her bright green eyes, "You, my friend," she began laying a careful emphasis on the words "my friend", "Are in my home city of Silvermoon. Do not be afraid, lady knight, you are in good hands." She came forward and held the mug out to me.

I took the mug from her and peered at it's contents that appeared to be some kind a dark green tea,"What is this? It smells awful!"

She laughed at me, "Don't worry, it's a simple healing potion mixed with an ordinary green tea. The tea kind of helps the taste and makes it easier to take.

I smiled, it sounded harmless enough, I smelled it once more and then took a small sip. It was nasty but I figured I should drink it. "What's your name?"

"Tirzah. I'm a witch." She said plainly as if she would take no more questions. "What about you, lady knight? Who might you be and what brings you so close to my city?"

"My name is Maritia, I am a paladin of no where important." I smiled at her, all the while thinking, "See, some of us can keep secrets too." . We talked about this and that never saying anything that would give the other some thing to hold over the other. As I finished my tea I heard a set of heavy footsteps coming in the direction of my tiny room. Looking towards the door I saw a tall black form enter and as it unfolded itself, it beacame that of a black tauren.

Tirzah looked up as well and turned to the tauren,"Yes Messala?"

"Tirzah, we, "he paused and looked at me, then turned back to Tirzah, "have been summoned to the Tower of the Sun." He looked once more at me, "Who is she?" his voice was deep and held a menace to it .

"This is Martitia and she is mine!" Tirzah replied and stood up placing herself between me and some one who was obviously her friend and fellow warrior.

"Tirzah, she is of the Alliance and they are not allowed here. If the elders find her, they will put her to death!" Messala replied one hand straying towards the large two handed sword he wore upon his back.

"Messala!" Tirzah snapped as her voice took on a deeper tone and lightining danced on her fingertips. The air began to crackle with power and I began to wonder just where my foolish actions had landed me. "She is mine! I found her and what I do with her is my own business! If you so much as breath a word of her to the council so help me, I will turn you into a pile of sheep poo!"

Messala sighed and lowered his hand, "Yes, Tirzah." He turned as if to leave, "But know this if they find out by themselves, there is nothing I can to save you from being cast into the void." He glanced over his shoulder shooting me a sharp glare and then turning back he left us alone again.

Tirzah watched him go and then heaved a great sigh, "He is my friend." She turned to look at me, "I have to leave now, and I suggest that you not leave this house for your own good. Drink your tea and get some rest." With that she turned and walked out leaving me alone with my thoughts and trying to puzzle out what I was going to do next.