A/N: Alright, so. This story isn't going to follow too closely with WoD, but this chapter will be explaining at least what I think is the whole deal with how WoD happens and it's connection to Garrosh. I'm pretty sure at this point everyone knows, but if you don't, then there could be minor spoilers in this chapter. This should be the only chapter that really refers to it, so next week there shouldn't be any spoilers.

Just wanted to give you a heads up.

Thank you for reading!

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Well, I'm alive.

When that orc came after me, I tried to dodge, but he caught me by my leg, spun, and sent me flying into some rubble. In retrospect, I'm glad Nicolas wasn't there. He would have made an embarrassing event into a nightmare.

Luckily, that mage shouted the alarm and soon Neesera was there, healing us both. Elizabeth helped to get him out from under the debris that had landed on him. She is surprisingly strong for her frame.

I don't want to go into every sordid detail, but we killed the orc. It took a lot, too. Arrow in the back? Kept going. Dagger in the chest? Kept going. Frost bolt shattering his arm? He was ambidextrous, it turns out.

Like I said, that fight dragged on forever. But we got him. And of course after it was all over, then reinforcements arrived. Well, that's not their fault. Apparently there'd been half a dozen of those orcs at each site? They're calling him and the other orcs who attacked sappers.

As in rogues.

I've never seen a rogue do that before.

It makes me wonder about what those new orc warriors are like. Terrifying, no doubt.

But here's the thing: these orcs—well, the ones leading them anyway—are apparently replicas of the ones that attacked some thirty years ago.

So we finally know exactly what Mr. Hellscream did.

And that requires taking a look at the dragons.

Apparently each flight governs something different. I won't go into all of them, but the bronze dragons cover time. As in, all time. Everything that has been, that is, that will be.

And also, everything that could have been, could be, and could happen.

In other words, they govern multiple versions of reality.

As a result, they apparently get confused about which time and reality they're in, but that's a topic for another day.

The point is that there are multiple realities.

I'll let that sink in for a moment.

There's difference versions of every world, which means there's different versions of people. There could be an Amy Ford out there who still has her family, who's in college at this point.

In a way, it's comforting. At the same time, I'm jealous of that Amy that may or may not even exist. But then, I guess that Amy could have been hit by a bus or something. Meh.

Back on topic.

Mr. Hellscream escaped into a different timeline. And now the orcs of that time are attacking our Azeroth, instead of their Azeroth. And who knows what that means for Alternate Earth.

But yeah.

So these orcs are invading our timeline, no doubt at Mr. Hellscream's persuasion.

It makes me wonder why someone can't just go back in time and prevent Mr. Hellscream from going to the other timeline, but I suppose I'm not capable of understanding all the intricacies of time travel.

Still seems like an easy fix now that we know the cause, but whatever.

Neesera has decided that she must go to the new Draenor. She apologized to me over and over, not wanting me to feel abandoned or anything. But in the end, she couldn't live with the guild if something terrible happened.

She headed back to the Dark Portal this morning, along with most of Kelveris' guild.

Elizabeth is leaving in the morning, too.

I want to, but…I have to save Brath.

Now I just have to find a mage to take me to Ironforge, and hope that I get there before the doctor leaves.