Author's Note: Oh damn, it's been a long time again. With the same problems last time I am sorry again! Anyways, here goes the next chapter. Please enjoy, it is time we wrap things up.

Chapter 4: Save Me, So I Can End This

I realize now, that this is the closest to death that I had ever been. The war had more chance of life for me than I do in here. If only the air wouldn't thin, if only I had enough mana, enough strength, enough desire to get myself out of here. I could do just that if only I had those certain needs.

I first lost my sense of smell, and then my ability to feel or move at all. After that … well, I'm not sure what came next. Perhaps it was then that I had lost conscious. There is nothing else I can explain until I had awoken. It was like being woken up after dying, I didn't necessarily want to live and it felt as though I had slept for years. My body shook lightly and as I became more conscious I shook more aggressively, I was incredibly cold, so much so that I was numb, and I could very much note that my heart was offbeat. The only thing I could hear aside from my beating heart was my irregular breath. It was frightening to hear it so. I think maybe, being frightful might have made me tremble a little harder. My vision was all a blur, a mixture of colors but yes, there were colors. There was light to illuminate them to my vision. Yet, that wasn't enough to identify to me where I could be. The time until I could place where I was waited until I had calmed enough to breath through my nose in which I could smell my surroundings.

Home.

The scent given off by the great and thick forests! Suddenly I could smell every inch of my home, the very herbs of every plant, the thick but rich scent of the pollen in every flower, the sweetness of all our berries and fruit. My stomach almost lurched from such a pleasurable aroma. I asked myself as I blinked constantly to get my vision back, why hadn't I ever experience the forests like this before?

I felt myself get weak as I lifted my hand, using very much strength to do so, I wiped at my eyes. Eventually they became irritated and stung, I could only close them as they watered. I let my hand rest at the edge of my hair. Once more, I took in the aspects of the woodland with the soft breaths through my nose. This time I move my head to the side and let my hand slide down my face, coating the rest of my cheek with the wetness from my eyes. I open them slowly hoping to see with the perfect sight I once had. It took only a few more blinks before I became a little satisfied. That was two senses slightly back to the way they should be. There wasn't much I could do for sound, nor my strength and ability to move about. Though I did try, I only hurt myself in the foolish process. But when I did feel that pain, I felt something else. I couldn't identify it, even if it was familiar.

No, that's not true. I could very well distinguish that feeling, it evoked me. It caused my jaw to clench tightly, and my throat to let out small whimpers, until I was so sickened by myself that I moaned lightly and rolled to my side, arousing the attention of whomever kept an eye for my protection just outside the room. They called for another and I was aided by a companion.

I received a genuine smile from her, "How fortunate I am to see you again, my dear friend. But I admit, I am worrisome when you are in such a state." And then an unpleasant frown, "You have healed quite a bit on your own, but for you that is no surprise at all. It is only a matter of you gaining your strength both physically and mentally." When I don't answer her, her saddened face only deepens and she feels as though she must make contact to see if I am able to understand. She hasn't taken into consideration that I might not be able to hear her. Though I could, it was very faint. Her touch was light and it tickled my skin, but at least my nerves were coming back. She then startled me with an unexpected gesture. Placing a warm hand on my cheek she moved me softly so that I might look at her in the eyes. There was an unusual mark upon her once smooth face, I winced when reaching for it, once again causing myself harm. She starts before lowering herself to my reach, causing the long dark hair to fall all around her. I place my trembling fingers upon the injury and she closes her eyes.

"The Horde wasn't keen on the idea of us taking you." It took me several moments to realize exactly what she was talking about and when I did, I took my hand away quickly feeling so very uncomfortable. My body heated and I let a small smile place on my face. It was then that my hand was forced upon the wound again. "I saw her carrying you through the Ashenvale forest and so naturally I responded and fought to get you back. You must have weaken her quite a bit, otherwise I would not have been able to beat her." She almost spoke in an angered tone, but her words became soft again as she gazed at me. That made me realize my face relaxed the muscles used in my smile, and I clenched my jaw together again, because more than anything now, I wanted to ask her, what happened to the rogue. I wanted to know if she was alive, I wanted to know why she was carrying me through an elf infested forest. How we escaped our death and yet, "Come now, let us wash you."

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The moment my body felt water rush upon me I gasped from the chill of it's temperature. My voice made a faint noise, giving me enough hope to try and speak as my ally helped me bathe. At first I couldn't help but cough violently as the dryness choked me. Eventually, my voice came weak, though strong enough to let my words be heard to those who cared to listen. "Did they take her?" I said, breathing a bit heavily, as to not choke on any quick breaths.

She hesitated at my question, and then leaned in squeezing my fine hair in between her fingers, "Yes, she is being held in the Iron Forge prisons. You know, that troll, she's been wanted, captured by the dwarves for some time now."

I turned to her now, not understanding the reason behind what she had just stated. I had a difficult time concentrating on her and would every so often lose the thought in my mind. I imagine she noticed for her hands once again came to steady me. I sat there with my eyes closed in the cold flower scented water. When my mind came back to me I asked her what she meant.

"I'm not aware of all the details, but the dwarves seem to have studied her while she battled. That rogue is incredibly powerful and yet one can hardly say she is an advantage for the Horde."

I could understand what she had meant when she said that, did I not just experience it? She had three weakened enemies with her for a long enough time to slit our throats and she had done just the opposite. Saving a gnome from her own poison, she nearly killed herself. But then it struck me, we should have all died anyways, wasn't that what I kept telling myself? So what happened? What saved us from such an honor less death?

"What happened to the dwarf and the gnome?" I asked a little too worked up by it all.

"What do you mea- Ah! The one's found under the rocks?"

"Under the rocks? Do you mean they didn't get out, are they alive, please tell me!"

She moved a little away from me with concern showing plainly on her face, but to satisfy me she answered, "Yes, although when they were found it was said that the dwarf went into a state of extreme panic." She paused and I turned back around, "I'm sorry, I don't know anymore than that."

"No…do not trouble yourself. You have been a great help to me, as always I can be in high spirits with you here." I said, while looking down at my nude body. I had many unfinished things to do.

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"Yes, I understand the regulations you keep and of course I will keep them."

The odor reminded me so much of the dwarf I was trapped with. I wonder about him more than an elf should ever wonder about a stubborn, hairy creature. I also wonder how the gnome is, if he is well now. Did we get all the poison out, or did his body become to weak from it. It must have been in there for quite a while, and him being so small…I wonder.

I wonder how the rogue escaped from our grave.

"Here ya are. Which one did ya want to see?" The thick accented voice brought me back to focus. I looked down at his dark eyes which only looked darker with the red hair that surrounded them.

"Right. The troll, rogue." I said plainly trying to show no other interest with my voice of facial expression.

The dwarf furrowed his large brows and said, "I don't know what business ya have with that prisoner but I'll say this now, ya wont be alone."

I nod, I hadn't expected it though I admit, I wanted it. Not many know about the attack in the barrens, and fewer know that we were trapped underneath hundreds of stones. I suppose it is better this way, what would they think if three Alliance were stuck with one Horde and she got away, and carrying me of all things. I have a reputation of my own, the rogue and I share the same power, it is just how we wield it that differs.

"Well, here we are, elf." The dwarf tucks his keys back onto his belt holding onto it before opening a great iron door for me. He stood aside while I walked in, placing my hand over my mouth to block the flying dust from getting in my weak lungs. The second you took step into the large prison you could feel how humid it was from the many breaths of the prisoners. But I could hardly notice it after feeling so many eyes upon me, and even that uncomfortable feeling did not last long, for I could only direct my attention towards one pair of weary, red eyes.

I almost ran towards the cell, but caught myself when hearing the unsettling sound of the moans in the prison. Instead I walked a casual as I could towards those eyes, they did not look up to greet me though, they stayed in the position they had been when I entered. Her whole self had a look of somnolent, yet she still had such beauty. I knelt down to see her clearer, there was a wooden pail next to her hand, it looked like there used to be water in it, but it's all gone now.

"Eh, she's been like that for a while now. Strange one she is, didn't even struggle when we received her." The dwarf muttered then looked around at the other cells, "Listen elf, I've gotta check these other animals, if you're gonna be stayin', behave yourself."

It didn't matter if he was beside me or across the room, I wouldn't be contented until she acknowledge me, "Can you hear me?" I asked but she still gave no reaction. Of course it wouldn't be that easy, I almost laughed at myself for hoping it would be, "You know, I wonder every night why you rescued me, how did you find a way out? Where would you have gone, if my comrade hadn't found you?" I watched her then, silently. Her chest rose a bit further than usually and she let out a longer exhale, it was only slightly different but it triggered that again.

"I love you."

Ah, a grimace.

Her eyes focused on me intently, but they weren't full of adoration like I had remembered. I could feel my smile fade and I looked at her just as closely as she watched me. It was only a short time before she turned away from me. She was upset, but it was hard for me to know why, I mean other than being in an Alliance prison…

My hands found their way to the rusting metal bars that stood before me, I gripped them a bit tightly and leaned myself forward so that my face was inside her cell. Her eyes watched me and she tried inching further away but was already to the dirty wall. I made my voice low , so that whatever hidden guards they had in the room couldn't hear me with such ease, "I think it's time we end this, rogue."

I am lying to myself now by not expressing what I felt. It may seem like I felt affection for this troll, but in fact I think she's-

She vanished, and as soon as she did I could feel her upon me. Grasping one of my hands with hers and wrapping the other around my neck, she only squeezed lightly. Her breath was light on my face as she whispered to me, it was just seconds before the hidden guards came from their shadows and blasted a flare into the cell, I hadn't even noticed that she moved away from me, but there she sat, back against the wall looking as she did before with her weary eyes, except now a small, amused smile lay on her face.

Truly beautiful…

Author's Note: Well there you have it, I sort of skipped around a bit, I think it's because I want to write the last chapter so badly. So in saying that I hope you could enjoy this chapter, as the author I was really disappointed with it. Anyways please review give me you opinions and please look forward to the last chapter.