Tyran woke up and he was in the temple once again and found himself in perfect health. He groaned, thinking it was another vision. But this time, the temple was different than he remembered it. The temple was now conquered by moss and thick vines wrapped around the exterior. It look almost as though someone had tried to destroy the building. Great, Tyran thought, now instead of mass extinction, they show me the apocalypse.

Pushing one of the thick vines away, Tyran made a small hole to climb out of. He slipped through and looked around. He was delighted to see novices walking around. People still lived and at that moment, that was all Tyran cared about. The first novice who saw him came running over to him.

"Ah! Garne told me to bring you to him when you came out. Congratulations." the novice said kindly.

"Uh, thanks. Are you real?" Tyran asked, confused.

The novice looked at him strangely. Maybe the stasis had depleted his supply of brain cells. "Of course I'm real!" The surprise novice was then embraced by the elf and wasn't let go again for a few very awkward seconds.

Wanting to get rid of the weird, creepy elf, the novice hurried him over to Garne and Hector. Bowing to Garne, the novice ran off.

Hector stood up to greet the elf on his return. He shook hands with Tyran and then placed his hand on his shoulder. "Knew you'd make it. So how do you feel?"

Tyran looked down at his hands and back to Hector. He shrugged. "I don't feel any different. I didn't learn anything about any power of light... it was all just very strange."

To Tyran's surprise, Hector laughed. "That's how everyone feels, kid. You'll know the power when you need it, boy, and no time sooner! Now, we've got some stupid and loyal friends of yours to go see in the hospital."

Garne stood up and motioned for the two to follow him. "Very loyal friends," said Garne, "Very stupid, loyal friends."

Tyran wondered why they would be going to the hospital. He hoped none of his friends were seriously injured. It was Moonglade though, someone probably just got pricked by a rose or tripped on a squash. Tyran could have hit himself. He shouldn't be making fun of his friends, they could be in serious trouble.

To get to the hospital, the group had to walk through the gardens to the very center of them all. The hospital was skillfully built next to the most-used medical herbs so that novices didn't have to run through paths of plants in order to get the one they probably needed. The building was the largest structure in Moonglade and it was built to take care of over a thousand patients. There were currently 73 patients within its walls counting Rhukaa. The building had never even been half filled. Most were not willing to travel all the way to Moonglade to receive professional medical care, even if it was free.

The stone building was painted a soft green and stained-glass windows covered it. The druids of Moonglade enjoyed stained-glass and even had its own glass shop in the village. Some people came from all over Azeroth to purchase of piece of Moonglade's glass.

Garne pushed the door open gently and allowed Tyran and the human to enter before him. The interior of the building was nicer than the exterior. Potted plants were hung from ceilings, perched on walls and set on counter tops. Tyran noted that the floor was made of rock. He had expected the building to be a shell and the floor to be nothing but grass. There was a female Night Elf at a large desk who looked up when they entered. She nodded to Garne and took the three through a wooden door. A picture of a leaf was on the door, or maybe it was a tree. Tyran recognized it because the same picture was on the enchanted door.

She led the two down several small hallways lined with more wooden doors. The doors were unnumbered and Tyran wondered how she could tell one from the other. The Night Elf came to the door she wanted and gently pushed it open. She held it open, allowing Tyran, Garne and Hector entrance.

As soon as he entered, Tyran was immediately surrounded and embraced by his friends. He was surprised and found himself being smothered. He had expected a "congratulations" and some sort of acknowledgment but it almost seemed like his friends were worried about something. It was then he realized the absence of Rhukaa. Tyran asked the group where he was.

Rhukaa himself answered. "Right here, Tyran. Did everything turn out okay?"

Tyran was surprised to see that the warlock was laying down on a hospital bed. The elf couldn't imagine what could have happened to him in Moonglade. Maybe the druids drank too much wine and got into a drunken brawl. Tyran let out a small laugh at the thought but stopped once everyone stared at him. "So, how'd you end up in here? Can't you cure it with a potion or something?"

Rhukaa grimaced, removing a sheet that had been over his leg. His entire shin seemed to be broken into tiny pea-sized pieces. It was almost as if a giant boulder were turned into a thousand pebbles. The mass was still slightly in form, the skin and muscle giving it a bit of structure. Tyran had to fight his repulsion. Rhukaa nodded, "Disgusting, I know. It's a long story that I'm sure will be related to you later. I could cure it on my own but it would take too long, and the cure is being mass produced as we speak."

Tyran nodded, lighting up when he heard about the cure. As soon as the cure was produced, they could all go back to Orgrimmar and he could destroy Lp once and for all. No more plague, no more corruption... peace will reign supreme in Orgrimmar when order was restored and Thrall was rescued. Tyran will be a hero.

The Night Elf who had led the small group in the room left to take care of her other work. Bjorn and Ylanna tried to talk with Tyran about his trial but he told them it was all secret and he couldn't reveal anything. This was all true, but the real reason Tyran didn't tell them anything was because he didn't know quite what to tell them. Hector, the human, made the whole thing sound like it was supposed to give the elf some great epiphany, and Tyran didn't feel any different.

There was a lull in the conversation for a moment and everyone just kind of stood around waiting for the druids to tell them something about Rhukaa's condition. Tyran wanted them to hurry up so he could be that much closer to destroying Lp. He was also sort of annoyed because Hector kept staring at him strangely, as if he were expecting something. Tyran decided he didn't need special epiphanies to destroy Lp. He'd do fine on his own.

A male Tauren walked into the room and after acknowledging the human, bowed to Garne. The Tauren had a jar of some sort of jelly-like substance and was stirring it with a spoon. When he was finished, he eyed the rest of the people in the hospital room, and they moved out of his way. The large bull walked up to Shei and handed her the jar. He turned to Rhukaa and explained, "We are fortunate this day to have many available ways to repair your leg in quick time. You will have to stay the night though, there will be no leaving today. When you are ready, we will begin." The Tauren glanced at the human. "Are you to participate today, Sir Hector?"

Tyran frowned at having to wait another day. It wasn't that he didn't care about the welfare of his friend, he just wanted to destroy Lp and settle a score as soon as possible. While he was grumbling about waiting more time, he vaguely caught something the Tauren said about the human helping. Tyran smiled at the joke. As if a human could help in a hospital. Hector was obviously no priest!

"Not today," Hector said smiling at the doctor, and Garne shared the humor. The Tauren nodded seriously and turned to Rhukaa.

"Ready as I'll ever be. But is there anyway you can, you know..."

"I am afraid not. Your injury involves several vital nerves. If we put you to sleep, we won't be able to tell if they still work or how our magic is affecting them," the Tauren explained simply. Rhukaa smiled crookedly and signaled for him to start.

Tyran watched as Shei took the jar and emptied the gooey substance slowly onto the wound. Upon contact with the substance, Rhukaa squinted his eyes in pain. The more that was poured on, the more his pain seemed to increase. The warlock obviously had to fight to keep himself from crying out, but he couldn't stop his body from convulsing in agony. It was a wretched sight to see, but Tyran was more concerned with the way Hector was staring at him.

Shei kneaded the jar's contents, which was a powerful disinfectant, into Rhukaa's torn flesh. It was the same stuff Rhukaa had used on Tyran when he had almost died facing Lp. Tyran had had the advantage of being unconscious. Rhukaa did not. Shei worked the disinfectant with one hand and gave the other to her friend. Shei was sure her hand would be broken by the time his pain ended. The priest gave a long sigh when she was done. The painful part was nearly over. She pulled her hand out of Rhukaa's grip.

The druid made sure the potion was covering Rhukaa's entire wound and then he and Shei placed their hands together. They brought their hands down over Rhukaa's torn leg and covered it from both sides. Each began to chant words to their own spells.

"Whoa," Ylanna exclaimed, watching the two work their magic. She had never seen anything of the sort. Shei's holy magic and the druid's nature magic seemed to come together. The closer the energies became, the brighter the magic shone. The holy magic and nature magic did not fuse with each other, but instead wove in and out again and again, creating a powerful net of magic. When their magic had been built up enough, they began channeling it through Rhukaa's leg.

Tyran watched the spectacle without knowing anything significantly amazing was occurring. He didn't know very much about magic and had no way to judge any spell against any other. While Shei and the druid were healing Rhukaa, Hector wouldn't stop staring at Tyran. Tyran wanted to tell the human to back off but thought better of it. It was clear he was held in high regard around Moonglade. He must be someone very powerful.

To distract himself, Tyran held light conversation with Bjorn and Ylanna while they waited for the healers to finish their job. The job, which was so complicated no one in the room save for the druid healer and Shei could even comprehend the very magnitude of said complexity, was done in no less than three full hours. When they were done, Rhukaa had passed out from a side effect of the magic and Tyran had nearly passed out as a side effect of the time. Before Tyran fell asleep in the hospital room, Garne and Hector led the elf and his friends to separate lodgings which were actually small houses built in hollowed trees. Garne assured the group, though the group didn't very much care, that no trees were harmed in the process and all had agreed to be hollowed out with the use of druid magic.

Garne and Hector left and everyone slept soundly. When Shei finished her business inside the hospital, a nurse helped her into one of the small lodgings as well. No one had particularly listened because everyone had been far too exhausted, but Garne informed the group that he would have Hippogryphs ready to carry them back to Orgrimmar in the morning.