-1When I sat down to talk, the voice of this young night elf in front of me seemed, somehow, familiar, yet at the same time, decidedly distinct. He looked familiar, but had harder features than the one he reminded me of. Yet when he began to talk, I knew who it was, but could not believe.
"You know, I just wish things would get back to normal."
I knew it was true, but could not bring myself to believe it. After all this time, he finally returned, but not himself?
"Lego is that you?", I whispered.
He simply looked at me, and in his eyes, I could see the old him, his happy, silly self. But if you looked long enough, there was something... different. Something colder, calculating, and... unfriendly.
I whispered again, "Lego is that really you? Have you returned?"
"In a way...yes, but in my own body? Obviously not."
"But how?..."
"Let's get some drinks, before I pour out the whole thing, shall we?" He called a waitress to bring us whatever the house was serving.
"I thought you gave up drinking?"
"I did, but well, I want a drink before I start telling the whole thing, you might need one too. It's hard to wrap your head around, and I'm still trying to figure it out." The waitress arrived with our drinks, ale, and set them down on the table. I gave her a nod, and a thank you.
Lego took a long draught then set down the half empty mug and leaned back in his chair.
"So first off, you're probably trying to figure out why I asked you to meet me here. Am I correct?"
"Well, yes." The bar in the mages quarter of Stormwind did seem like a strange place for him to set this up, and I was curious about his reasoning.
"I'm not entirely sure who I am yet. Until I figure that one out, I want to try not to meet too many old friends."
"What do you mean?"
"Well obviously, there's me in here, but there's...someone else."
"You're sharing a body?!?" I sat up straighter in my chair.
He waved me down with his hands. "Hey, hey, hey, keep it down! I'm not sure how people will take that, they may treat it as necromancy or something."
"So he..."
"His name's Rouzsha."
"Okay, Rouzsha is dead?"
"Well...no. From what I understand, he had been fighting in the war effort, and got knocked about his head by a particularly angry Tauren. He was a rogue see, and had a bit of a fragile head."
"Go on."
"Sooo, it put him in a coma."
"Really, and you took over from there?"
"That's what I'm thinking, but it's not that simple. I may be in control of movement, and speaking, and basically whatever I'm doing now, but when I'm fighting, he takes over."
"Oh?!"
"Yes, I take a backseat to the whole thing. He does the fighting, and I do the walking and talking. It's...for lack of a better word, very strange."
"How did this happen?" I ran a hand down my face, this was a lot to take in. All of this seemed impossible, but there was a walking example that it was right here. All my mage training spoke against what I was seeming, that someone can not take over another's form, that possession can never happen. We have mind control, but that pales in comparison to this.
"Well, you know that I disappeared for a long time right?"
"Yes, it's been going on seven months now."
"I'm not sure where I went, but it almost seemed like a dreamland."
"Was it?..."
"No, I'm almost certain it wasn't the Emerald Dream. Everything was grey, and I'm not sure I even had a form, I just mainly floated around."
"For seven months?"
"It didn't seem that long, but I would guess so."
"How long did you think it was?"
"I don't know, but it didn't seem as long as you say."
"So how did you?..."
"I was just floating along like I had always done there, and there was a voice from nowhere and everywhere. 'You may return to life, do you accept?'"
"You did?"
He looked at me once more, "Wouldn't you?"
I looked down at my mug, it was empty, and my hands were shaking.