Donika took in a deep breath of the cold air as she sat at her little camp site. She had been collecting items that several people from Tranquillien had requested and now she was pretty exhausted.
Her head tilted back slightly and she gazed at the sky. The Eversong woods always seemed to be dark and the moon never left the sky. It was no wonder the forest was often referred to as the Ghostlands now.
Releasing a deep breath she had taking in, Donika opened her eyes and gazed at the fire in front of her. It was but a blur, as was everything else. The magic she had used to restore her sight was wearing off. Fel magic was indeed powerful, however the more one used it, the more they needed to achieve the desired effects.

"Demon, when was my last dose?" She asked the Voidwalker who floated beside her.
The demon chuckled. "Only last night." Normally he would take much pleasure in lying to her,but in this case, the truth was much more satisfying.
'Damn'' She bit her lip as her body protested even more than before. It had been hard enough to function while going through the withdrawal but she didn't realize it had only been a day.
Her hands twitched at her side before she shook her head. 'I need something...' She thought before grabbing her herbalist bag. Carefully she felt each herb. "Oww." She cried softly after sliding her fingers across the side of some silverleaf. After a few curses, she realized she had very little bloodthistle left. Again, she cursed before pulling out her herbalist handbook. The book was a blur but she tried to bring it close enough to make out the letters. It seemed to take forever as she studied each word slowly making out what each one was.
The demon snickered "Just request another dose."
Donika shook her head but said nothing. If she focused hard enough, she could just barely make out each letter and put them together enough to form words.
"AH! Mageroyal!" She cheered as she finally found what she was looking for.
Tossing the book to the side, she grabbed her herb bag and started sifting through it until she felt realized she was out of that too.
Taking in a deep breath to keep herself calm, Donika waited for the wind to blow. After a few a few minutes a small breeze blew from her left.
"Be my eyes demon." She chanted as she walked towards the direction the wind had blew from.
The demon nodded before his eyes started to glow and Donika was granted temporary sight. She couldn't help but to smile. Even though the Eversong woods were gloomy and full of despair, she couldn't overlook the beauty of the forest. The giant mushrooms that glowed hypnotically and lit her surrounds. The magic orbs fused into the trees, sucking the life out of them, but never enough to fully kill them. The silver glow from the moon reflecting off the water. There was an odd aroma in the air, but it wasn't unpleasant to her.
"It is time to go." She told the demon while walking off away from her small camp site. With her vision restored, she started searching the surrounding area for some mageroyal. She had seen a small cluster the other day when she was in the area but she couldn't recall where.

It had been an hour since she first started looking for the mageroyal and she had found nothing more than annoying giant spiders and lynx.. Not even a trace of where it had grown. Was it really that rare in these parts? As she fought her way past the spiders, which were nearly three feet taller than her, she was getting desperate. Would the trolls know? No, surely not. Even if they did, forest trolls would never tell her, especially after her mission of wiping most of them out the other day. No, the forest trolls were NOT an option.
She sighed before glaring at the demon who had a rather smug look on his disfigured face. "I don't want any of your comments..." She whispered before noticing a small plant growing just ahead. She gave a small smile before running towards it. Kneeling down, she gathered the plant and put what she needed from it into her herb bag. "There we go." She said before standing and realizing where she was. It was an old night elf camp that had been destroyed. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Quickly she glanced around but saw nothing other than the old wagons and tents.
"Lets-" Her words were cut off by a hand around her mouth and a knife to her throat.