Disclaimer: Still don't own the characters, areas, Dreams, or such, it still belongs to Blizzard and the Warcraft Universe. And Azhi still has yet to show back up. She will though.

Needing to hurry while walking the Emerald Dream was useless. Forcing his body and current state to blend back together was nearly impossible when his emotions were so intense. Having had three chances to kill Illidan, two from a legal standpoint, one from pure anger, Malfurion knew one thing for sure. As much as they were different, bitter, and angry with one another, they were two halves of one coin. To take away one would ultimately destroy the other.

The most proof Malfurion could think of to verify his belief was when he and his brother combined their very souls and power into the Demon Soul and banished the Burning Legion from their ground. At times, they both believed they could do it alone. The truth, though, they knew. Kalimdor would no longer exist if they had not worked together unlike any other force could.

His Dream form was getting closer to returning, and despite what he had been taught, Malfurion rushed it along, afraid of what had happened. Reminding himself that things in the Dream could be merely illusions and that the whole episode could have been his heart desiring to see his twin, Malfurion finally got the two forms to connect and bond.

"Tyrande…please…need to get to the Hyjal Barrows…" he murmured, wiping sweat from his brow. Warm hands clasped his arm gently.

"What has Illidan done?"

"From what I saw, he saved Maiev's life and was crushed by the cave-in from the Barrows themselves. Unfortunately…I'm not sure it was just a vision from the Dream."

Tyrande's eyes lit up with fear and she called for their sabers. She lifted her bow to tie it to her back while they rode but instead, doubled over in agony. Malfurion caught her when her balance failed. "Tyr…are you okay?"

She nodded and pointed to the two black striped nightsabers running to them. "Go. I won't be separating the two of you again. Not in a case like this. If Illidan saved her, Malfurion, perhaps he's back, the real Illidan."

Malfurion's heart was torn. He loved and adored Tyrande and her stubborn compassion but really, he had wanted to have his brother more than her. Fate had picked for him—along with the taboo of brothers becoming mates—and this was something he had found himself at peace with until recently. With one glance, Tyrande also chose what Malfurion would do. He threw his leg over his personal saber and kicked it gently to usher it along.

"Elune be with you, both," Tyrande stated, laying back on the bed and denying the pain that was enveloping her. She felt her eyes grow heavy and decided that worrying about Malfurion and Illidan would be pointless. She pulled a blanket over her stomach and closed her eyes. After a deep breath and settling in, she knew a cold truth.

All the rivalries they had about her would shortly be gone; she would not be waking up.