Though nothing really came about from Ellia's ghost hunt, Celvic wasn't out right dismissive on what they found out, same to the elf also who is disappointed, but nonetheless suspicious on what is the inside of the box. Her elven ears were high alert and kept on rumbling on how the green magical tint in the air disappeared while also mentioning that peculiar nightmares hadn't been occurring in their sleep, though he doesn't call himself an expert of the occult, there is a bit of sense to what she mentioned.

He almost had hoped that whatever that is bothering them are just ghosts, spirits left inside the temple thinking it is funny to harass hiding prisoners of different factions. But nonetheless nothing came about in their find as Celvic just continued to bore himself to death, while keeping his hygiene, usually he cleans himself by just using Ellia's soap and bathes himself with water towel, while the elf insist on full on bathing herself in the open tub.

He looked at Ellia who was continue ruffling through the pages of the book, trying to find what she thought could be of help in their situation. Celvic would love to just sleep it through on the bed with a soft pillow on his head knowing the nightmares haven't been occurring, but just letting the elf do all the work is a bit lazy on his part. "Don't worry so much Ellia, there's a lot of things in here that aren't gonna be in danger to us." He says before adding. "You need to relax, get some beauty sleep."

Ellia harshly closed the book, even the Fel dog Marmon had to look up after it bothered his sleep. "How helpful is your suggestion Celvic, knowing that death could just be around the corner of this room." She says as she stood up and briefly holding her head as it felt like a migraine just hit her. And now that a headache hit her, a nice bath doesn't sound so wrong to her once again as began to disrobe leaving her undergarments on.

"You are very bold on disrobing in front of me, trying to impress?" Celvic teases.

"Well, unlike human customs who think nakedness is some sort of taboo to society, we elves embrace our intimacy." She replied as she scuffled through her bags and take out her soap. "And besides, you haven't seen everything either, so don't dwell on it too much."

"Is that why you were basically demanding me to turn around to not see you naked during the first few days?" He recalls, giving her a brief glance before turning away once again, he had become accustomed to turning away from her when she decided to bathe, he could give that much in terms of decency, though sometimes he would admit to himself that she is quite attractive, like all elves are, and it had been sometime since he last relieved himself. "While also bathing on the same stale water in the last few weeks?"

"Well something changed..." She says as she sank herself in the tub, the cold and cool water clutched her body softly closing her eyes. "And I thought you were an expert on science? Seemingly forgetting that common soap can purify murky water, allowing it to be recycled many times over, Mr. Educated." She rests her head on the edge of the tub. "Elor bindel felallan morin'aminor." Ellia mumbled in her elven language as she felt the water and soap combine to clean her, feeling relaxed after a series of stress that had been plaguing her mind, this is one of the few moments that made her imprisonment here worthwhile, when the waters were kissed her skin.

Celvic stood up and walked over to her tub til he was directly behind her head. Ellia knew what he was doing, but she just didn't bother and it surprised the warrior. "What are you doing now Celvic, are you trying to take a peak at my maiden beauty?" Ellia chuckled, not bothering to open her eyes to directly look up at him.

"If you were yourself a few days ago, you would have already accused me of forcing myself on you if I am this close to you already."

She opened her eyes, her green iris shining as she looked directly at his hazel ones, simply she smiled towards him eliciting a response. "Well friends doesn't force themselves on their own friends." She maintained as her response made the warrior chuckle.

Shaking his head, he couldn't believe how bold the elfling is. "I don't believe this, just a week ago, you were yelling, insulting, nagging and right now you are such a tease, what a sudden change." He said as he just decided to sit on the table where the book and the box is.

"Well, we promised to ourselves that we are friends remember? There's usually no need to pretend that you are a stranger. This is usually how I act with my sister, but if my parents are there I act more timid." She replied as she sat up in the tub and began scrubbing her soft skin with the soap, noticing it to be rapidly thinning , she'll take note on making more with the last bit of golden clovers. Ellia noticed Celvic was over the table observing the small box while also reading the book, its nice that he decided to make use of himself and keep his mouth shut, she'll love him for that-

Don't forget that you're not suppose to say that to yourself Ellia, not everything that is desired should be accomplished. She scolded herself, sometimes forgetting her place during her time trapped here.

"I'm lost right now, I don't know where I'm getting at for the moment with that box." Ellia said getting the attention of the man, everything was just confusing to her right now, the green tint was gone and all there is, is a box. The room is so far away from the main hallway of the temple that the demons don't make enough sound to make them hear them to assure that they are still there, but is not willing to risk it going outside knowing Celvic went outside and the temple was filled with demons. "We're prisoners here for awhile."

Celvic run through the pages and came up with nothing to find, before going on to the box. It was a small box, just the size of a large fist, now he wondered what was inside that it was valuable enough for something to hastily built a secret room for it. He picked it up and began to shake it, making a sound like that of a rock inside a small box, he'd be damned if a hearthstone is inside of it, though basically it is asking for one of them to be left alone in this temple.

"Look away for now Celvic." Ellia snapped him from his thoughts as Ellia already finished bathing and wants to disrobe everything in order to wear cleaner clothes. Sorry." Celvic apologized before turning and waiting her out to wear her clothes. Taking a quick glance when the Fel dog Marmon happily went past him and unto the arms of the now robed elf. He still wondered why she kept that demon to continue running around the room and make a fuss.

Ellia then sat on the other side of the table with Marmon still on her lap, the demon sometimes has a tendency to give Ellia a lick on her leg, only to found out that it slightly takes a little bit of magic from her source because of its nature as a Fel hound. When she noticed Galvane stopped reading the book, she took it and flipped through the pages to find information about the Fel Pup. She had seen Fel Hounds before, always the savage and ravagers that they are, but never had it been documented for a Fel 'pup'. Demons had always been chaotic in nature, but never had they been studied in their infancy, or if they have a period of infancy that is.

Finally founding the page regarding the information of Fel Hounds, she looked at a picture about the differences of different kinds of Fel Hounds, where they are found in three variants, Fel Beasts, Fel Stalkers and Fel Ravagers. Fel beasts being the weakest, followed by Fel Stalkers and lastly Fel Ravagers being the largest and strongest.

She studied their differences, the Fel beast had the same hue of color purple with the Fel Ravager but their horns were much smaller and does not have the spikes on their back, while Fel Stalkers where the shaded of red with small spikes on their backs and slightly bigger horns than Fel beasts, while the Fel Ravagers had a much bigger horns in comparison to their bodies compared to their counter parts, all awhile sprouting larger spikes on their backs. All these information made her eyes on the sleeping demonic pup on her lap, though at this point Marmon is no larger than a dog at this point, she studies the size of its horns though small yet, its proportion to its body is big, its purple shades were confirming either it is a Ravager or a Beast, though she hopes its the latter.

Her hand gently touched its back, feeling the small albeit sharp bumps on to its soft back, as if something might grow from it during its later years. Ellia shakes his head, the puppy that she is gently caressing is actually the most dangerous and powerful variant of the the Felhounds. "Marmon is a Fel Ravager..." She says aloud which it caught the attention of Celvic.

"Well, all the reason to kill it." He says nonchalantly he says as he observed the small metal box. "Where is its pendant of summoning? I'd rather not see it, now knowing how dangerous it is."

"Marmon is not dangerous." Ellia still denies the fact. Harboring a demon, when fully grown is actually the size of a large horse could get her killed, but she had grown too fond of it to reason with that fact. "I don't see any reason how Fel Hounds are different than actual dogs, they are trained to be killers or destroyers by demonic factions, perhaps he might me different if it is treated differently in its infancy." She said as she looked at the direction at the bed where the pendant of summoning was sitting on top of a pillow.

"A game of chess to pass by?" Celvic offered, only to be rejected.

She waves him off. "I'm unfocused I'd rathernot, I'll just make liquid soap from Alchemy since I'm running out of it to bathe in." She says before adding. "Why don't you go outside the room and check if there is still more demons running around the halls of the temple, then go back to me so that we can escape."

"You have poor sense of humor."

"According to you."

Chuckling, Celvic just goes back studying the box, finally observing the details of it. It was actually metal, now that he looked closer on the details,the design is a typical chest, with golden edges with reddish brown paint adorning its entire body with a small keyhole on the middle, though what he found odd that the box has an odd smell, he puts it near his nose and loudly inhales, smelling a peculiar scent, something that you would smell from insects. Nonetheless studied the key hole, he would probably preferring to smash its way through the contents, but the possibility of destroying what is inside deters him from it, along with the chance that loud banging of metal to metal would likely make a sound loud enough that demons and Nagas would probably -

Loud footsteps briefly echoed to the room, though the sound was quite far away, it made Celvic and Ellia looked at each other before nodding that they had the same thought. "There's still company around the hallways." He whispered, though he knew they are still too deep in the temple that they won't likely be heard, but he just wanted to make sure that they are safe.

"How much food do we have?" Ellia asked out of the blue as she set up a table where she place various materials for her Alchemy along with few wilted flowers for her ingredients.

"Lasts us for more than a month if we ration it enough." He said before glaring at Marmon. "And make sure your demon is not getting near our food." Celvic said as he went over to the bed, and picked up the summoning pendant before going over to Ellia to give it to her, before going back to the bed. He just needs pass time.

Ellia watched him doze of in bed, she couldn't blame him on just sleeping it off, the stress and worry was basically overwhelming them both as they stay imprisoned here. Her ingredients are thinning out, she could only brew just a small jar of soap for herself that she would hope it would last through their whole ordeal. Chasing ghosts or demons inside the room only finding nothing in the end.

She felt a small nudge from the infant Fel Hound, looking at her happily with its tongue hanging at the side of its large mouth like a dog would do. She couldn't help but smile and picks him up to her lap as she continued on with her Alchemy, it seems that not all demons are a fiend to the world.


A few hours later...

Ellia looked carefully at the boiling liquid inside the transparent bowl, satisfied with her albeit slow progress to her brewing. She held a piece of paper and folded it twice before using it like a kitchen shear to carefully held on to the hot bowl and pour it inside a small jar. She succeeded in making her jar of liquid soap, just as Celvic emerged from his brief nap.

She ignored him and decided to finish what she is doing. Blowing off the small ember on the table, leaving a black soot at the surface. Her alchemy was quite longer than it should as she basically left her fire just at a few puffing embers to make sure no smoke would ever come out from the room to give them away to the outside. She picked all her used items and puts it in the corner of the room, deciding they are of no longer use to her, she only had a few wilted petals as an ingredient . She noticed Celvic was on the corner, trying to pick apart the keyhole that was in the room with a knife that he carried in his bag.

Ellia noticed that they hadn't closed the comfort room yet now that she had finished her Alchemy, they basically left it open with the broken walls and the door since both of them didn't have the call of nature yet, it unnerved her to see an open door, though as irrational as it maybe, she decided to just take a bit of her time to close it. And just as she touched the door, something just went past the door that startled her and immediately away from her eyesight.

"Celvic!" She basically just yelped as she rushed to his side, swatting his hand from the box as she pointed at the open door. She wasn't even able to describe what just went past her was.

"What now Ellia?"Annoyed that he's getting interrupted at everything that he does.

"I saw something flew past that door!"

Celvic turned to where she points. "There's nothing there." He puts his palm to his face as he shakes his head on how ridiculous this ghost hunt from her is. "This is another one of your ghost hunt I suppose, this is basically paranoia from your part being trapped here with a race that you recently stopped loathing."

"I saw something and I'll prove it to you!" She retorts as she activated her magical glowing eyes again as all her vision became yellowish in hue, focusing immediately on the comfort room door, she finds her culprit when the green tint magic trailed again in the air and approached the trail. Beginning from the secret room door that they discovered in the comfort in went over behind the head side of the bed, all awhile Celvic carefully observed her, making sure her ghost hunt isn't endangering both him and her lives.

Ellia stopped the magical glow of her eyes as she rushed over at the bed and began pushing it aside with the help from Celvic, discovering a secret cabinet with a metal lock strapped to it.

"Just basically how many secret hideouts these room has." Celvic asked aloud as he made a mental note to make sure he check every nook and cranny in this place from now on. It unnerved him that they had been dwelling on this place while completely ignorant about, now knowing whether or not they are being watched by ghosts or demons that wants something from them.

Ellia kneeled down and observed the locked storage place. It was just wood that guarded its contents, Celvic would be able to break through it easily enough, and that what he was about to do as he picked up his sword and wedged it in place in the lock before yanking it down to break it, revealing its contents. Ellia opened the storage box and found...wine and ale, a whole stash of them.

"Oh this is precious..." Celvic excitedly picked up a bottle of wine, a big smile printed on his face at the founded treasure.

She picked up on of the bottles in disbelief. "I don't get it, ale and wine? The magical signature that I caught led me to here for...wine? And why wine of all things to be kept in a stash?" She asked, looking at Celvic who was already prepared to open one of the bottles. "I don't think its a good idea to drink those..." She suggest.

"I think you worry too much Ellia." He says as he pops open a champagne bottle. He looked carefully at the contents before smelling it briefly, the sweet aroma of aged wined filled his nose, it doesn't have any peculiar scent to suggest that is dangerous for both of them, and he knows his wine, his adoptive elven mother shielded him away from common beer thinking its for common drunkards, but she always had a fine taste for wine and it seems it rubbed off on him. Noticing her reluctance, he picks up a bottle of Elven spirit for her, since his mother loved her elven wines, and offered. "Come on, it doesn't have any peculiar scent to suggest its dangerous." He said as her expression softens, still holding out the bottle for her. "It's elven spirit, its the type that my mother loves because of elven wine and all. Come and drink, trust me its not dangerous."

Just trust me. When she saw him drank his lively wine, she reluctantly accepted his offer. "I know around my wine. I was just reluctant because we are here and all." She says taking the bottle and removing the cork herself with his knife. "I just don't understand, the green magic in the air led to this...wines, ales and spirit, it doesn't act demonic or anything." She states, everything is confusing truly.

"Maybe..." Celvic carelessly drank his wine, some even went past his lips. Seemingly forgetting that he's trapped in a hostile territory. "Maybe they are just ghosts that wants to help us..." He says with a satisfied sigh.

Ellia raised her brow at him. "Huh, you are entertaining that notion now?"

"I mean, Illidan has a lot of subordinates in this place, it might not be a surprise that they have a bit of wine stashes here and there for their own pleasure." He theorized, and now that they are gone or dead from this place, it's free real estate for them to just take it. "We got something other than playing chess to make time pass by and it also adds more for our food supplies."

Celvic remembered that he wants to explore the room for a bit, but he wanted to finally enjoy the wine. It tasted sweeter than most wines he drank. He hadn't drink something luxurious since he joined the raid, his group probably thought he was dead by now. "By the, Ellia we never really talked about the raid since we got trapped here, how did you get out since the attack? I've never noticed you, though I'm sure you were there healing the group, I bet you have a lot of friends in there."

The new shifting of topic seemed outside of what she wanted to talk about right now, but indeed he's right on being curious about it, how many weeks they have been trapped here to developed enough friendship but never actually talking about how they ended up here. "Well everyone was in a state of panic after Maiev basically abandoned us the moment Illidan was executed, I ran through the left wing quarters, a hallway that led deeper into the temple led me here." She replied, then adding. "I don't have friends in the group, I shouldn't even had joined in the first place, basically powerful strangers to me." Ellia then proceeds to ask him. "How about you? I saw the Alliance fled into the left quarter, separated from us."

He nods at her. "Same us you, but the left quarter was also just tunneling me deeper into the temple. Basically the same result except I got here first."

She rolls her eyes. "Everything is just a racing game to you isn't it?" Ellia shakes her bottle in hand before drinking another pint, she was surprised on how much alcohol she is consuming right now, she wasn't the type to get drunk in parties, perhaps getting trapped here affected her more than she thought. "Well I suppose, humans lifespan doesn't last longer than a century."

The thought about it saddened her for the moment. It's one of the reason why humans are so much more different than Elves. So little to do in the world because of how much little time they have left in their lives.

Celvic chuckled, drinking an another pint just like her. "Pshh, we don't know about long lives, a lot of elves die by getting stabbed in the back." He joked, though it wasn't well recieved by Ellia. "Sorry...my mother didn't bother about long lives, she loved my uncle doesn't she?" He laughs, though his laugh immediately faded at the thought of his own family, mother, Emily and Gared, even though he didn't part to terms well with his brother. "Well it's been quite awhile since I last saw her, she had been sending me letters all the time and I responded most of it, I won't blame her if she had been crying now when I suddenly stopped responding to her because of where we are."

When she didn't respond, Celvic looked at Ellia and notices her sad expression. "Did I say something wrong?"

She shakes her head. Talking about family tend to give her a bitter sweet reaction. "No...this family talk bothers me sometimes." Ellia admits then she asked. "How long had you been in the draft?"

"It was never really a draft, my family were struggling with my uncle's death or father you would say. My brother Gared was in Dalaran studying, it costs him a lot of expenses and landlords were demanding payment, when I got a word that the Alliance was building an army for this, I checked." He recounted. "I was quite experienced in skirmishes since I tend to patrol around Stormwind but it wasn't enough. So, I signed up, put a letter on my mother's pillow as she slept, lied to her when she woke, kissed Emily my little sister goodbye then left for Outland. It's been a year since."

She sighs, seemingly envious for a bit. It sounded like Celvic had a family that loved him for his wishes unlike her. "Same for me, one year." She says before bitterly adding. "At least you got a family to look forward in going back to. Once I retturn, I'm just gonna get forced to be married to a snobby rich kid that slept with other women at his leisure." She then looks at the corner where Marmon is sleeping and smiled. "Well, they got to get past Marmon first, once he's the size of a horse the groom might get discouraged in getting near me." She humors, though she didn't get any response from Celvic as he just looked dejected when he listened to her part.

He looked at her with a narrowed and concerned brow. "Why do you even want to comeback If you don't want that life?" He asked, confused.

Ellia drank a much larger pint to the point that some of it dripped down at the corner of her lips, wiping it with the back of her hand. "I left, I didn't ran away. Asked for a year of adventure, just for myself before getting married off to." She sighs. "Sometimes I wish to myself that I got the resolve to not comeback."

Celvic chuckles. "Well why wouldn't you?" Briefly staring at his bottle, he didn't realize that he already drank that much as there is only half of it left. "It's gonna be a long and wasted marriage for you I suppose." Celvic surprised himself, this isn't the territory that he should venture in talks with.

She nods. "I suppose you're right." She agreed, feeling light headed as the effect of the drink began taking its course despite the fact that she hadn't drank that much yet. Though she shifts her though about where she mind end up after this, either at this place dead with a broken body or being married to a rich snob. Those two options just made her shudder, how afraid she is on the real life. She wonders also where Celvic ends up after this, if ever he has someone other than his family waiting for him. "At least you have a supporting family from what I've heard Celvic, your mother, though an elf like me, loved you very much. You have someone waiting for you." She asked, unconsciously hoping that he'll end up answering something personal.

"Well, I got my family waiting for me." He repeats.

His answer didn't satisfy her as she decided to be more bold and direct. "Just your family? Not a human woman or anyone else from that matter?" She tried to me as nonchalant as possible but her somewhat hopeful and eager expression gave her away.

He decides to satisfy her. "No..." He says, noticing her smile, and the stare of her eyes, it slightly made him nervous answer her. "Well, not at this moment, maybe in the future."

She smiled, even slightly pressing up her knee against her chess, his answer slightly affected her she would admit that. She was so lost to her thoughts that she didn't notice Celvic moved away from the bed to get the chessboard for them. And when he came back, she waved her hand off. "Again with the chess? I'm sick and tired of playing chess all the time." she says, though despite her protest Celvic still insisted.

He ignored her and still laid down the chessboard in front of them both. "How about this, a drinking game with chess." He offered, gesturing at his and her bottle respectively.

She showed interest to what he offered and asked. "Well how does that work?" She asks, quite interested.

Celvic arranged the pieces and gestured at the pawns and other pieces. "Well, we play it like a normal game, but." He gestured at both their bottles. "Whenever a piece gets taken, takes a shot at the bottle."

She raised her brow. "Are you challenging me on who gets to not be drunk first Celvic, its human gesture perhaps?"

"I thought that's the case."

"Well, let's find out how your human stomach can deal with me."


Few hours later...

"Pfssh, osssh-hut up Cellvic." Ellia slurrs, the game of chess was already over as the alcohol took whatever rationality remained in their head. "You-you racist bastard. Humansh are all the shh-shame." She was as drunk like a moose ate a frozen apple.

"H-ah!" Celvic reacts, his face exhibiting the same problem that Ellia has. "Yer the racist bastard, yer-" Celvic just mumbled in inaudible language that Ellia didn't hear his insults, he starts to doze off, the lids of his eyes were almost too heavy to remain open as he crashed into the soft bed, barely conscious.

Ellia crawls over to him as she slaps him, trying to make him stay awake. "Shey! Youshtupid bashtard, shtay awake!" She didn't get any response as she crawls closer towards him, her mind was just completely somewhere else. She decided to just surprise him with a threat. "Shtay away you bashtard Celvic or I'll kish you!"

Celvic just laughs it off, still closing his eyes, but after a few more slaps from her he conceded. "Psshh, offering to kish me? You don't even like me!" He says as he sat right back up and sit in front of her.

Ellia wondered if its either the alcohol that brought them into this topic or its just them. "Er, yer my friend off-course I like you. Jush in cashe we're gonna die here at least I get to kish a friend of mine!" She holds out her hands at his face as Celvic just closed his eyes, expecting her to do it, only for her to just let go and began to laugh hysterically.

"Psshhh ahahahahah, I knew it! I knew Chelvic shlikes me!" She says. "It sheems that even a human racshist is no match for elves beauty."

Celvic just laughed along, clearly embarrassed but eventually he barks back at her. "Oshhhut up." As he stood up and went over to the table, limping to make sure not to fall down on his face as the alcohol impaired his ability to walk. "Shelebrate yer elven fantashies when we're not dead." He said as he points at the box, then picking it up as he points at the key hole. "I'm shure that whatsh inshide will-get ush out of here!"

Ellia just kept on laughing. "Shure! But I'll keep not of thish that you like me!" she kept on, laughing endlessly, finally having a semblance of victory on him.

She only stopped when Celvic didn't respond, concerned that she might have made him upset, only to see worse as he lay on the floor shaking rapidly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while his nose bled.


Authors note: Hey guys, if you notice on slight difference on Celvic and Ellia's dialogue, it's just that I haven't written on this story for quite awhile and over the years my writing had changed, and its probably the reason why they are a bit different, though I would say that they are still on track to where the story is going.

Any ways, give your thoughts and reviews on the chapters, much appreciated, reviews makes me motivated.