Between the time he opened his mouth and the time he let a little squeak out of his mouth, I had teleported from my position on the ground to behind him and I cupped my hand tight over his mouth.

"Listen, if you don't scream, I won't kill you. And that seems like a pretty good deal to me…," I whispered. And then I realized something; why hadn't I thought of quick teleportation before? So, I guess this could be taken as some random blessing in disguise; even if I was going to get captured and killed so "an abomination like me can never walk the earth again," or some bull shit like that. The night elf squirmed, trying to free his body of my tight grasp. "If you want, I'll kill you!" He squirmed again as I rammed my claws of nails into his ribs. "If you tell no one I was here, Sargeras will reward you greatly." I didn't totally know if he would, but hey every great leader has lied to get where they were. Then something odd happened.

Almost involuntarily, I let him go. He didn't scream. He didn't yell. He didn't run back to his seemingly retarded buddy. But instead, he gazed at me with his clear, milky white eyes. My eyes used to be like that… And so did Orian's eyes. It was then that I noticed that his hair was green, like the grass on a sweet summer morning. Exactly like his. My world began to spin. I began to mumble incoherent words. I don't think even I could understand myself.

"I…gatta…get…some…..where," I murmured. I let the now mild breeze lift up through my bat wings. As I tried to fly off, I was stopped by something; a new scent; the smell of his hair. I let my self lull in it, embracing it and trying to ignore the fact that I knew it would be gone sooner or later. Why did he leave me? Why did my fiancé die?

Kil'Jaeden said it was all apart of this transformation. But how could he be sure? He's always sooo sure of himself and that he's always right. It's not like any of them had ever witnessed it. I mean the hulk of Illidan's transformation was done in Mount Hyjal during that whole 10,000 years. They said dizziness was to be expected. Honestly, what the hell they think they were: medics? Because in a life or death with those idiots as medics; I'd rather die.

Anyway, I couldn't stand up. I couldn't keep hovering in the air. My head hurt. I spiraled downward and was lying on the ground. Hands were reaching out towards me. Distorted voices were speaking to me. And fingers brushed my skin. I wanted them to stop touching me and lifting me up. The last thing I realized was that I had just fallen down in front of my enemy and my body wouldn't get up.

"Here I am," the distorted voice finally said clearly. I felt scared and that's the last emotion I remember.

"HERE I AM," woke me up. I opened my eyes to see soft light filtering in through my open window onto the wooden floor. The light danced on the green plant leaves that rested in front of the open window. I felt the familiar soft satin royal blue bed sheets on my bare legs. I checked to see if I was wearing clothes. Yes, I was. It was a short night gown. "HERE I AM!!" filtered out of my closet. The wooden doors burst open and out popped my dear friend Core. The towering, deep blue Draenei stood triumphantly in just about every feminine apparel that I owned. Actually, I didn't even remember having a feather boa…



"Um…" I started.

"No, you have no say in my beauty!" This caused me to raise my eyebrows. "Oh, Bucky-poo, am I ready for the fashion show?" Core asked in his high pitched "female" voice.

"Totally, doll," came another mock girl voice. I looked around to see the hair and the ears of a gnome. It was Buck, Core's friend since they were tiny. But, Core grew and, well, frankly, Buck didn't.

"Okay, so, uh, since when did my room become a fashion runway? Or whatever you guys are doing with all my clothes," I asked. Then I added, "Where the hell did you get that feather boa… I totally don't remember owning one…" Though you might question their straightness now, when they're drunk they're either worse than this or worse than straight. If a tree with a hole was wearing a skirt you would have to hide it from Core. Buck is…was…married. I waited for my explanation.

"Um, well you know how you have some weird neighbors." Buck paused. "Anyways, we're here since Orian wanted us to make sure you didn't get hurt when he had to go away for awhile," Buck explained. Orian was my fiancé. I looked around for him, expecting to see him in the bed besides me. But he wasn't, like my two friends had just said.

"Miss? Miss Eternus? Please wake up,"

Those few hateful sentences were repeated. "Miss Eternus? Please wake up. You have to see what's happened." As I opened my eyes, I wondered why everyone knew my name; Eternus. The idiot of a night elf with the green hair stood over me. I was on the ground again. Sighing, I realized that I was right; getting back to the Temple was going to be hard.

"What is it I needed to see?" I asked in a groggy tone. He pointed at my shoulder. I sat up, gazing at the collection of 4 runes on my right shoulder. But last I checked I had 3. They were each a rune with a cryptic meaning, not any of the scholars of the Burning Legion could decode them, and they swirled and spiraled to meet each other, making all of them connect. I only had these four but they seemed to pop up unexpectedly, mostly after I dreamed when I passed out.

"What are they?" the night elf asked.

"I'm not quite sure myself," I said with a shrug. "They just seem to pop up when they want to. Probably a mile marker of how evil I'm becoming." The night elf studied me. "What!? You're freaking me out."

"You're not as demonic looking as they say you do," he said after a long, awkward pause.

"Thanks?" I wondered if I should take that as a compliment.

"They say you're eyes are red, but they look like a regular night elf's to me," he continued



"They won't be for long. They're probably gonna get the same treatment that Illidan's did," he looked at me with a puzzled look. "C'mon, they weren't always green. His eyes got gouged out and replaced with some sort of mystical fire stuff."

"They say that you're mouth is stained with blood," he added. I looked at him dully. "You know, they say that you eat your kill."

"Well, uh, that would be cannibalism. And well the only ones who cannibalize are undead. DO I LOOK UNDEAD TO YOU?!" I screamed at him. He looked scared, like a child who had just witnessed a kid ripping their favorite doll to shreds.

"What's your name," I asked, in a much calmer manner.

"Garfeind," he responded.

"Well, Garfeind, thank you. You know, for not turning me in and stuff," I thanked pushing my self in the air with my wings. "Exactly, what are you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm a hunter," Garfeind said. I smiled. The thought of being a hunter brought back memories and brought a painful stab to my heart. I flew a little bit higher, taking in the sun. This could be the last time I felt it on my fading purple skin for awhile. "Can I ask you a question? Just one more question." I shrugged. What could be the harm in one more question?

"How do you, like, where clothes, and stuff?" he asked. I looked at the tattered blue pants that now hung in shreds at my knees. Then I looked at the purple curtain I tied around my torso. I couldn't wear shirts, duh! I threw my head back and laughed. To me it sounded like a laugh, but judging by Garfeind's cringe, it was probably truly sinister.

"That is a very good question! I actually find a drapery I like, pick it off the wall, and tie it around…my goodies and, uh, call it good," I shrugged. "I was a hunter, once, too. Maybe I'll see you some other time," I sighed, knowing that if I did see this kid again, it would be on a battle field, and we would be enemies.

"Good luck with the whole…evil thing," he said with a wave.

"And good luck with the whole hunter thing," I bid with a smile. Then I took off.