It wouldn't be until half a day later that anything else happened in the main world. The stone golem had an intricate scouting plan with the other. It had to find Rosalia. The new one would stay to guard over the surrounding areas. The original knew that it was time to find her. When it spotted Perhin walking off the rest of the mild hangover he had from the night before in the gardens, the Blood Elf Commander grimaced at the mild summons he got. It added to the pounding in his head.

"I'm coming..." he muttered. "Damn you, Kael'thas! At least I still out-drank you!"

"YOU...ARE...WELL?" the stone golem seemed to muse out. It saw how Perhin was trying to massage out the throbbing in his temples.

"I had a drinking contest with Kael'thas. I won. Damn, my head hurts!" Perhin grumbled. Then he blinked at the warm light the golem emitted from an outstretched hand. Now he blinked, as his head suddenly cleared up. "You...made me sober..."

"YES..." the golem nodded.

"How?!"

"MANY...OF...THOSE...IN...MY...PAST...LIKED...TO...DRINK...HEAVILY," it shrugged. "WE...DO...THIS...TO...HELP...WITH...CONCENTRATION..."

"For emergencies. I get it. Well, for what it's worth, thanks," Perhin chuckled. He was clearly relieved that the hangover was gone. "Anyways, why did you call me?"

"WE...NEED...TO...REACH...MY...CREATOR. NOW."

"I'm not sure if we can. Illidan said he could reach me. He wanted to see how I reacted to Rosalia's magic in full. He wasn't too sure about you, but he did say there was a portal you could try to activate. He said it was to the west, if I remember correctly, but it was very old and fragile. Ah, what are you doing?" Perhin asked when the large hand lowered for him.

"YOU...MUST...COME...WITH ...ME," it said calmly.

"But...Illidan may take offense..."

"I...DO...NOT...CARE."

"Well, when you put it like that..." Perhin sighed and chuckled. He hopped up onto the large hand and let him get carried off. Then he remember something. "Wait. I can't leave yet."

"HMM?"

"Rosalia's voice...there is a way to cure it. But, I have to stay here to help," Perhin said gravely. Now the stone golem stared at him for an explanation. "Her voice controls her power even more. As a child, she was almost kidnapped. She defended herself. That was how her voice became damaged. She used fire to ward off the attacker. The one that wants to hurt her is still out there. She constantly thinks, on a subconscious level, that she will be attacked. If that one is killed, her power will balance out. She'll be able to talk again. In short, she'll get even stronger with her magic."

At this, the stone golem stopped right in its tracks. It never knew this. "CLIMB."

"Climb?" he frowned. Now he saw he was being offered a shoulder. "Ah, how do I hang on?"

He soon found a small chair forming for him. He was amazed. There was no seat harness, but a portion of the seat did come up to help hold him in place. Then he noticed the stone golem was changing slightly. The stone legs got longer for sprinting. The body became stream-lined for better control. Perhin's jaw dropped. The stone golem was going to hunt down the attacker. This was why the golems were also incredibly deadly and prized. In short distances, they could lumber quickly. If there was an emergency, they were able to change their limbs to adapt.

"HOLD...ON..." it said, as it began to charge up its power.

"Um...okay...?" Perhin grimaced. "Do you know where to go?"

"YES."

"How?"

"HER...MAGIC...GUIDES...ME. WE...WILL...SEEK...HER...AFTER," it said.

"If you say so," Perhin said. Then he braced himself when the golem suddenly launched itself into a top-speed running mode. The landscape began to fly by, as it gained even more speed. As it ran, the guardian was suddenly alerted by the disturbance. He did not recognize what was moving through the forests. He was quick to fly in pursuit to find out what it was.

:Young warrior? What is going on?: he asked and managed to catch up when the golem slowed down to trudge through a small lake to keep from tripping over itself. He landed on Perhin's shoulder and clamped down on a bit of undercloth to hold fast.

"Rosalia's intruder from her past. If he dies, her voice will heal. This golem is hunting that one down now," Perhin managed to grind out before the stone golem speed-boosted again. The guardian was amazed and surprised about this.

:Does Malfurion know?: the guardian asked.

"Yes. So do Illidan's allies. They were supposed to hunt that one down for me to kill," Perhin muttered closely to be heard through the wind. "If I killed that one, Illidan was going to bring me to Rosalia. He wants to see if I'm fully immune to her magic. I already know I am from the crystal I held for the other golem to help activate it. The crystal was one of the first ones she charged."

:You held it with no ill effects?!:

"Yes."

:There is no doubt. You must be at her side at all costs.:

"He said I would belong to Rosalia, if she agreed to be his equal. In all honesty, I don't care who she agrees to be equals with. I just have to be at her side."

:Agreed. Words mean nothing. Matters of the heart always overrule all.:

"I know she cares about him. He seduced her to that point. I'd punch him out for that, but I knew she'd end up pitying him. On top of that, she agreed to give him a child. Even Malfurion thinks it wouldn't be a bad idea, as an innocent part of his twin will come forth. In that sense, I will not argue about it. If a part of him can be salvaged this way, I know Malfurion will help raise the child right. I am exceptionally worried about where Rosalia is, too."

:Yes. The dimension she is in can easily take her life, if she is not careful.:

"I know that Illidan warned her against healing the land. So, I do know he cares about her fully. He does love her. Oh. Kael'thas also admitted to loving her, too."

:Is that so? Hmm. He will be hard-pressed to prove himself.:

"He knows. And I proved that by out-drinking him from under the table," Perhin snorted. The guardian chuckled at that. "I can only hope that he doesn't learn of Rosalia's tormentor, either."

:It is doubtful the prince can reach the destination in time, you would think.: the guardian sighed. :He is one that never gives in.:

"Yes. It's one of his more charming traits," Perhin admitted. At the sight of a large split in the land, the stone golem easily leapt over it from the speed it had. When they reached the expanse of the ocean, the stone golem prepared to dive. "Ah..."

"YOU...WILL...BREATHE..." it said and dove off the land into the ocean. A pocket of air formed around them now. Perhin was just shocked.

:The child gave you much!: the guardian chuckled.

"YES. I...HAVE...RESERVE...POWER," it agreed. It was reaching out and pulling itself effortlessly along the floor of the ocean. Off in the distance, several Naga sentries were watching with disbelief at what was before them. The report was quickly sent to Lady Vashj. When she was seen in the small summoning bubble, the vision of the swimming golem was sent. She was shocked.

"Follow it! Now!" she commanded from where she was on land. With that sent, she sent out a careful message to Illidan. He was resting in the bed with a sleeping Rosalia nestled against his side. At the sight of the message bubble appearing, he mused to himself. Lady Vashj kept the signature imprint from where I am. He solidified the connection.

"Report?" he asked.

"The stone golem is swimming to the other land!" she said.

"Is it?" he mused. "I wonder why."

"I also saw the Commander with it."

"Really? Ah. I wonder if they are off to find your prey," Illidan said. If there was one thing he noticed on what Rosalia's magical influence was doing to him, it was making him much smarter. And his senses were simply honed to something beyond perfection. It was how he was able to evade Maiev when she attacked him before. Rosalia's magic let him sense the trap right before it sprung.

"That prey is mine!" she seethed with a hissing rattle.

"Then you'd better find it now before that golem squashes it flat," Illidan chuckled and let the bubble disperse. Now that he had the Naga Witch on the trail of the golem, he sighed and reclined again. It was nice not having to do anything. He was about to drift off to sleep, but then he smelled blood. It was right next to him. It came from Rosalia.

Concern quickly washed over him, and he traced where the scent came from. Then he sighed and shook his head. "That's right. Loss of pregnancy. Her body is cleaning itself out. Damn!"

"Hmm? Ah...ow!" Rosalia started to ask before waking with a start from a flash of pain.

"I know. Just...remain calm. I may have something to help you," Illidan said gently.

"I thought that...this was..." she gasped from another cramp that rolled through her. He went to a corner of his room where a small bathing vessel was. On noticing that it was dry, he sighed. He did have other forces here that could help with this, but he wanted to tend to her on his own.

"Put this between your legs to keep the blood under control," he said and was able to toss over a clean rag for her. "I'm going to fill up a tub of water for you. When I heat it up, we'll have a bath."

"Okay," she grimaced from another spark of pain and seemed to sigh miserably.

"And, no, you're not training," he said wisely. She managed a small smile at that. "Pain can alter your focus. As well as how you may think of me. So, we'll have a few days off."

"If you say so," she sighed. She watched him dress and replace his blindfold. She knew he had to go out, and she was in no mood to leave the warmth of the bed.

"I do," he smiled warmly and walked towards the door to the chamber. "Just stay here."

"Okay," she nodded and coughed from another cramp.

"Definitely no training," Illidan sighed, shook his head and chuckled. When he walked outside the door, he sensed the Satyr sentry guards. They resembled Night Elves with a set of goat-like horns that sprouted up from their foreheads. Their hands were heavily clawed demon hands, and their feet were transformed into a set of split hooves. A heavy beard of green fell over their muscled chests, and a leather loincloth adorned their hips. The rest of their hair was either in braids or loose in a shaggy mane.

"Master?" one of them asked with a snort.

"I need buckets of water. Quickly. I need to bathe," Illidan muttered. They didn't know of the girl in the room. He was going to keep it that way.

"You have been brooding for...some time..." the other sentry started. Then Illidan's hand came out and struck across his minion's face. The rewarding squeal given back made him growl.

"Do not question my motives," Illidan warned. "Remember who found you and saved your tribe from extinction! Now go!"

They left soon after that, and he crossed his arms over his chest. His tattoos were glowing vibrantly from her power, but he also knew he was carefully drawing in what she gave off to hide her. As much as the citadel he claimed also drew in power, he didn't want too much to get into it. There was a chance that other things would sense the change and come to me out of curiosity. He couldn't afford that. When he paused on sensing that she needed him, he turned and walked back into the bedroom. He closed the door behind him and relaxed in his stance.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Everything is fine, my heart," he chuckled and kissed her softly.

"I heard something out there," she frowned.

"Ah," he said and pulled her into his lap. "I have minions that like to question my motives. Sometimes, I have to set them straight."

"Oh. Do they know of me?"

"Not these minions," he said carefully and held her. "They are, oh...rougher around the edges, so to speak. What's that little huff for?"

"You aren't telling me everything," she pointed out and looked away. "I thought we trusted each other. Or don't we?"

"Rosalia..."

"Ah, no. I healed you from poison," she pointed out. "I deserve this much from you."

"All right," he sighed and chuckled. "These minions are known as Satyrs. They used to be my people, but they were corrupted by demonic means. It's why I don't want you to be seen by them."

"What?!" she asked with horror.

"It was their choice," he said calmly.

"And how do they work for you?"

"I found their colony about to be destroyed. I helped them. They optioned to serve me in gratitude. There are still a few of them that tend to question my orders."

"And with Kael'thas? Why did he agree to serve you?"

"I promised to see if I could help his people find a way to cure their need for magic. As much as there is no cure, I hunt down magic all the time."

"And with me now..." she shivered. He squeezed her possessively.

"He can have the crystals you charge up. I refuse to let him have you," he growled out.

"I don't...want him to have..." she whispered and found his mouth on hers. At the knock on his door, he sighed. "Your minions?"

"Yes. Stay here," he said and kissed her again before gently easing her onto the bed. When he approached the door, he paused. He sensed a magical attack about to happen. "They wouldn't dare!"

"What?" she frowned. She narrowed her eyes when she sensed the attack now. He was able to project his senses to her. When she moved to dress, he tilted his head at her.

"What are you doing?!" he growled.

"Showing how I'm going to be your equal," she muttered and dressed back up in her dress. She kept the cloth carefully wadded up between her hips and took in a deep breath to let it out to focus. "Illidan. Open the door. Now."

"Rosalia..."

"Open. The. Door," she growled in her whisper tone. Now he sensed the ball of raw power she conjured up. He bit back a sharp laugh and did as she asked. As much as he should be worried of what she was going to do, he knew that this particular Satyr was asking for it.

"I will not be a pawn to your...!" the Satyr started with his own fireball ready. His jaw dropped, eyes went round, and he couldn't dodge the small ball of pure arcane wrath that struck him square in the chest. It appeared to be the size of a small apple, but even that much was extreme. He was slammed through a pillar and twitching as though hit with a lightning bolt. The other Satyrs in the area stared in complete shock and awe at the sheer power that their comrade was struck with.

"There was a reason I was locked away in my chamber," Illidan mused and carefully escorted Rosalia out. "This female is to be my equal. And she has less of a temper than I do right now. She was the one that attacked him. She sensed his attack about to happen when I did. She's not happy."

At the sheer wave of arcane energy she was able to radiate out with a bit of focus, the Satyr's were at a complete loss of what to do. As much as she should be benefiting them, Illidan was refining the power she gave out to suit what he needed. As the true dominant power in control of the area, her magic was now bending to what he needed to be a form of kinship to him. If he left the area, and the Satyrs were in control, her magic would work for them. As much as she enhanced the area around her, only a truly strong magic user could fully manipulate what resonated around her to suit their needs.

Illidan was just now starting to sense this. At his small grin when she rested a hand on his chest, he placed a protective arm around her. He tapped into her sight and saw her regard the Satyrs before clearing her throat to speak. "Now, I need the bathtub in the room filled up. Any questions?"

The other minions were quick to hustle about and do her bidding. When the attacked Satyr started to come around, she regarded him silently. He groggily got to his feet and shook off the rest of the effects. On his chest was an odd burn mark in the form of a many-pointed star in the center of a sun. They wouldn't know it, but this was going to be the new crest for Rosalia's following. That would be proven shortly. Illidan was puzzled at the mark when he tapped into her sight. When the Satyr looked at Rosalia, he bent to one knee.

"What's this about?" Illidan frowned.

"I...serve you now..." the Satyr said.

"What?!" Rosalia blinked.

"You serve me!" Illidan growled.

"No more," the Satyr said. "My servitude goes to her."

"Illidan, it's fine," she said softly. "It just means that I have another to protect me when you are away. All right?"

"I don't like it," Illidan muttered. At the trail of her finger running over a tattoo, he gave out a hissing gasp of shock. She knew how to shut him up now.

"Like it or not, it seems to be something you can't control. We'll see how it goes. Okay?" she smiled and let him lift her up into his arms when a cramp made itself known.

"You don't play fair!" he grunted.

"I learned from you," she said sweetly in her whisper tone. At that, he found himself grinning.

"How am I not surprised?" he chuckled. He gave her an intense kiss and sensed the Satyr now moving to guard the door with a bit more of a purpose. It did make him wonder.

"They filled up the tub," she chuckled. He nodded at that and had the other Satyrs leave. He chanted a spell to let the water heat up, and he moved his hands over her form.

"I want to tell you something," he said and moved his mouth over her neck again.

"Mmm?" she asked and gasped at the massage he started on her.

"Your stone golem friend. It is currently on its way to kill your tormentor. It seems that it learned what happened," he said and used his teeth next to nibble along her ear. He was getting even with her for the stunt with the tattoo.

"Seriously?!" she asked and got silenced from the possessive kiss he gave her.

"Yes. So, if that happens, I'll have Perhin brought here. Also, I was told he was with the golem, too. Rather odd how they were underwater..."

"What?" she blinked at him, and he just grinned his white teeth at her. Then she thought of something. "Illidan...you said the Satyrs out there were demons. Partly demon. Tell me. With how your wings and horns are...um...are you also a demon?"

"So...it has come to this," he sighed heavily. "In truth, I am a Night Elf. I just...wanted more power. To improve myself. I...willingly let myself become embraced with demonic forces. To enhance myself. To better myself. I am not lying to you when I vowed I would never hurt you..."

"Illidan," she frowned and snuggled into his embrace. "I think...you need to tell me everything now. You know it's time."

"I know. But..."

"I will not stop loving you, Illidan," she said in a softer whisper. "Just...help me understand."

"Very well," he agreed. "And you do deserve this. To know this."

"You want me to bear your child. You know I deserve to know this," she said gently and ran a hand through his hair. "Tell me what happened. In your words."

"It's a bit to tell..."

"Will the water get cold?"

"Not with the spell I put on it."

"Then take all the time you need," she smiled. He laughed softly and helped her undress. Tossing the rag aside to use later, he removed his clothing and carried her into the tub. Once they were relaxed and settled, he cradled her close in the hot water. With a deep breath, he slowly told her his sad tale at long last. And she listened with rapt attention.