Chapter -8-

Are you real?


(Bella p.o.v)

This basement seemed to get darker each day and for Bella it was a continuous torture. Sitting here in this darkness made her see things clearly. The death knight held her captive for a reason. He wanted the trinket, but up until now he didn't ask for it and for sure he was up to something.

Time seemed to pass fast down here. And soon enough Two months already passed so fast without seeing the sunlight and for a night elf that was devastating.

Her mind was shattered and she started to lose herself to her madness. Everything started after she got locked down there. She started to dream about him, her love. Her dreams would be shinny and colorful just like when they were together, but soon enough it would turn dark and scary. She would see her sweet lover turning into something demonic, and that always managed to bring tears to her eyes. Every night she would wake up scared to death and sinking in her own tears.

Even though she would wake up scared and crying her mind would start imagining that death knight. The moment that he becomes present in her mind his image would be before her. Her heart and soul would awaken a combination of feelings that she never felt before.


The darkness was surrounding the room; there was only a hint of light that was escaping into the room through an old window. When time passes while you are locked you lose the track of time as you can't tell if it's day or night anymore.

Bella's ears heard a faint sound of creaking door, and then the sound became clearer. She could hear the heavy sound of plate clashing against the hard stone moving her direction. When she felt that he was closer she opened her eyes slowly, to find him with all his mighty standing in front of her.

He looked different he wasn't wearing all his plate he had only a chest and the legging, showing his face. He leaned closer to Bella trying to tease her as if there was anything left to tease, "So huntress"

Bella didn't speak she didn't even look at his face. She felt that she was still dreaming and this might be one of her painful dreams.

He moved slowly near her, but there was no reaction from the huntress. Her mind was far away from here it was weird for him not to be treated with fear and respect. She was looking into the faint light that was sneaking into the room. When he saw that there was no reaction coming from her, he allowed himself to sit right next to her where their shoulders were almost touched.

When she felt his body so close to her, she knew for sure that she wasn't dreaming anymore. She turned her head to face this hateful creature, but once again he was close so close. He was closer than what she imagined. His face held different emotion. She saw pain and worry. She felt lost why was he sitting next to me? Why was he being this close? Is this a new game of his?

She was praying for courage as she spoke, but still her voice held much pain and loneliness "what do you think you're doing?" as she looked at their shoulders. She scooted away from him, but what she saw she didn't expect. His face became harder and his body became stiff as she moved away from him.

He caught her hand and pulled her to him. He wanted her to face him; he wanted to see her face. He felt her fighting his touch. She was denying him. He pulled her to him. He didn't want her to leave him. All he wanted was to feel her warmth, but she would never allow him. She was driving him crazy every awaken moment. He knew that she hated him, but what he felt for her was different. He didn't hate her any longer.

"Stop this, what do you think you're doing?" she was annoyed as she was pushing him away from her.

"The trinket Where is it?" that all what he said, but he did not let her go. He held her closer playing with a lock of her hair. He felt lost. What was he doing? It was childish yes, but he was still doing it.

Bella's heart started to race as she felt the urge to face him. And as soon as she turned she found herself in his arms and their eyes were locked. The way they looked at each other wasn't intense or filled with hatred.

His eyes were warm, she saw his soul. He was once kind. He once loved. He once cared for someone, and his heart once knew mercy.

The tears started to form in her eyes. The more she looked at him, the more she felt her heart yearning for him "this can't be," those were the only words that escaped her lips.


(Undead mage)

Within the restless residence of the guild the mage was burning the floor with her constant movement around the place. She was looking for the guild Master. She was sure that she saw him earlier somewhere. She was still moving around until she stood face to face with the basement door. She took a closer look and she found it locked; right away she knew that Thal was there & god knows what's on his mind. Lately he had been acting so strange.

The mage wanted to know what is happening down there so she casted different spells quietly trying to loosen the door, but no use.

The mage found herself sitting in front of the door helpless. This huntress reminded her of her r old life. When she was a life and happy, that's why she hated her, but that wasn't the real reason the mage started to remember things. It is well known that the forsaken doesn't ever remember their past maybe a part but, not every single detail. She knew that she died that night along with her true form. She never liked being a forsaken. She swore that she will leave this Guild soon but, not before she is done with her business.


(Thorn- outland (Nagrand)

Thorn entered his Cottage again he took a deep breath and threw himself on an old shabby sofa that he loved long ago. It wasn't long before he fell asleep.

She was sitting next to him. His Sam was holding him, touching his face gently trying to wake up. His eyes started to opened slowly "another five minutes love" he wanted to sleep.

She touched him again, but this time his eyes where open and she pointed toward the bookshelves to a specific book called "Blacksmithing".

Minutes later and Thorn eyes were opened. He was fully awakened now. He hasn't dreamt about his wife for long-long time. He got up remembering his dream and the book.

He moved toward the book selves asking himself "what was it called?"


- To be continued -

A/N: This Chapter is a bit long. There are still more to come.

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