Disclaimer: ... Nope. Don't own WoW at all. Not even a smidge.

Side Note: Meh. Well... didn't expect these to be long, but... meh. This is mega-short.


She had almost completely recovered her full power.

Hardly anything was a match for her now, save for the few beasts that were just far too large to handle.

Then again, some things no one could truly handle on their own.

Take the several hundred frostbroods flying around Corp'rethar for example.

They tended not to like it if you tried to fly past them.

"Unhand me, you filthy creature!"

Anaeli struggled, desperate to get free before she was taken up too high. Her skeletal griffin had been startled off and she would have to resummon it layer. The frostbrood refused to release her, wings beating hard and strong.

She almost couldn't see the skeletons on the ground.

A growl escaped her throat as she attempted to pull herself up, grabbing where she could until she was seated on the back of the beast. Naturally it protested, screeching in anger. She was quite sure her hearing was possibly affected, gripping as the frostbrood bucked and rolled, trying with all its might to get her off.

She managed to hack at it a bit, breaking apart some of its bones and earning its screech again. The Death Knight focused her efforts on staying atop, but to no avail.

Her hand slipped.

Blue eyes widened as she attempted to regain her grip, slipping from the creature. It flew off fast, and she cursed as she attempted to resummon her griffin with no luck.

She would die...

She would die...

She would DIE... !

This thought ran through her head as the ground got ever closer, blue eyes squeezing shut as she braced for the impact.

Yet it never came...

Anaeli felt the hand grabbing her own, and she didn't have to open her eyes to know who it was. She still did. Her descent had slowed significantly, and the parachute over them was a dead giveaway.

Xolst...

"You... "

Her eyes were wide, her voice coming out as no more than a whisper. And he was looking down at her, green eyes showing some degree of relief.

"Khark wasn't kidding when he said you were nuts."

His voice, which often sent tingles of affection and care through her, brought nothing more than pain in her chest, tears burning her eyes as she resisted them. She looked away from him, focusing on anything else.

"I have no one else helping me. So I must do everything on my own."

Of course it still hurt...

They landed, and she took her hand away quickly when she could. She refused to look at him, felt his green eyes on her, the casual gaze he normally gave to all outside his world. Honestly, she half-expected him to offer his services, even for some type of small fee.

However...

"Good luck out here. I've got to get back."

And with a simple activation of his worm hole generator, he was gone...

He would never help her again.

She was alone...