Strange Meeting

She awoke hot and sweaty...knowing why was never a surprise, this happened often, almost every night. Hating herself, she stood up to have a drink.

"Why do I have to think of him? Can't I just forget him?" she said to herself.

An owl screeched somewhere in the woods, far from her small, dusty hut. The moon was full, shining bright overhead.

"It's beautiful," she thought, smiling to herself as she stepped outside the hut.

Suddenly, something disturbed a nearby bloodthistle bush. Backing up slowing, reaching for her sword, ready to defend herself if necessary.

"Nice night ma'am." a deep male voice said.

"What on Azeroth are you doing here, Alex?" she said.

"Shall I leave then?" he questioned.

"You know very well, that I want you to stay," she said holding the sharpened flat blade of her broadsword against his still turned back.

"That was definitely an invitation," he said turning around smiling. His dark eyes gleaming, the smile that always took her anger away.

Her sword fell loose as he turned. She would never hurt him. Her threats always empty, meaningless.

"Come on, do not want to wake up the whole neighborhood," she said opening the door and quickly closing it as they entered.

"What neighborhood might you be referring to?" he mused. "Eversong Woods, late at night, miles from any village, is not exactly a neighborhood."

"There could be someone snooping about, just waiting to slit your human throat if they saw you and I do not want blood splatter all over my walls."

"Your concern for my welfare is astounding, Rowen."

"You seem to have very little concern for your own welfare Alex," she said quietly, reaching up to touch his face. His smile widened, as he leaned to kiss her. She pulled quickly away from the kiss, motioning to the candle on the small table next to her makeshift bed. He nodded, lighting the candle quickly. He stepped back toward her, reaching to caress her smooth pale face. Staring into each others eyes, knowing all to well the situation they were involved in was just as tricky as it had been fifteen years earlier.

Alex was merely a child then, 15 years old and full of adventure. Rowen, well she had never been a child, she was forsaken. Age would never fall on her, she would remain the same forever.

Wandering about in the woods, surrounding her home village Brill, one day she stumbled on something she had thought she would never see, a human fishing in a nearby pond.

She had approached him quietly, fearing retribution, but instead he, just as surprised as she was, stopped and started.

An undead, standing so close to him, not eating his flesh, now this was unexpected.

A month passed and finally goodbyes had to be said. Alexander had to return home to Southshore, his mother would be worried.

A long kiss goodbye and a wave was all he had to offer Rowenthia. Neither knowing whether they would ever see each other again.

She soon discovered just how much she missed him, thinking of him daily, often distracted from her warrior training. The distractions not going unnoticed by her friends, questioning just what was on her mind. Lying was the only answer and Rowen lied daily to others and herself.

Meanwhile, Alex tried to move on with his life. His parents had great expectations for him and disappointing them was not an option. His father, a great paladin had hopes and dreams of his only son following in his footsteps.

Alex trained daily, not altogether unhappy, being a paladin was fulfilling and it was fun. Yet still, he thought of her, the pale little undead in Tirisfal. He wondered if she missed him and wished he could see to her.

Months passed, seeming like years to Rowen. She had decided that waiting for someone who might never be coming back was ridiculous, so she made plans to go explore the world outside Tirisfal.

Warrior training complete, nothing was holding her there, except for the slight thought that the handsome young paladin might someday return. Packing her bags with what little possessions she owned; she rode off into the dawning morning on her undead horse.

Stopping only shortly by the lake where she and her handsome paladin had met months earlier, she headed towards Plaguelands.

She hoped that there she would find answers or at least something that would make her forget the mysterious dark haired paladin.

This is an old story that I have edited and decided to repost. Reviews and suggestions appreciated.