Day 212

"Hello." a voice said as I woke up. Then I was very awake as I saw this smiling girl. "Don't be afraid." I guess I acted a bit like a scared rabbit for a second. A quick glance around told me we were alone.

"I am not, but you shouldn't sneak up on people that are sleeping." I warned as I put my blades away. By her reaction she was either unconcerned or didn't understand the threat of harm to her. "I could have hurt you."

"Would you have?" she asked. "I am Jenny are you the dragon rider?"

"Yes." I answered. I didn't feel a lie was worth it. "I am called Kit. I am a gnome."

"What is a gnome?" Jenny asked then her eyes got big. "A garden gnome come to life?!"

"Quiet." I whispered. "No a real gnome we do exist you know. I am on Kul Tiras?"

"Yes and we are safe here." Jenny replied. "You come from out there?"

"Azeroth, Gnomeregan near Ironforge in Kaz Modan." I answered. "It has been a long time since the kingdom of Kul Tiras has spoken with the alliance. Other then the ones in Theramore, but I doubt you know anything about that."

"I have been told about High Admiral Proudmoore and his search to find his daughter. Admiral Tandred is his son." Jenny stated with pride. "My papa hopes his father comes home soon."

"It has been nearly twenty years since the second war." I stated. Really thirty, but that was only in the eyes of the players and not any of the npc's. "And the fleet left some four years ago?"

"No they left nearly fifteen years ago and the second war was twenty nine years ago." Jenny corrected surprising me. Could time for Kul Tiras be moving normally? "I know this cause papa was born the same year."

"Jenny I think you just answered a question that has been bothering the Alliance members for a long time." I stated. "Jenny how do you think people would react to finding a gnome here after all these years?"

"I think you are cute, but as a girl you should be wearing a dress." Jenny replied. I chuckled as I put my armor back on. She just stared at me after that. I smiled and then vanished. Her eyes got really big as she looked around before she bolted down the ladder. I followed her quickly by jumping down and then going a different direction. I saw her entering her house before I left their yard behind. I didn't have a disguise to look like a human. Night elf, blood elf, or Iron dwarf that was it other then my gnomish infantry disguise. I paused on the road as I saw again the two men I saw yesterday.

"Strangest thing the priests ever saw." Brian stated. "Those bones just fading away like that."

"Bones of a child, but the skull was too big never saw anything like it none of them did." Pete replied. "But I have to wonder about the head priest. He looked like he knew something."

This peaked my interest. If the old priest suspected that it was a gnome skeleton then maybe he wouldn't be afraid of a live one? I headed to the church and eased my way in minutes later and found an old man in the library of the chapel reading a scroll. Putting it back and then picking out another. "Hmm, a gnome has a slightly bigger head, but is the size of an eight year old child. Other features include larger ears and nose. Their eyes are also bigger." he mumbled as he read. I knew this was the priest they were talking about.

"Oh they are not that much bigger." I stated. The old priest didn't jump he merely took his glasses off and looked at me.

"Do you mind getting off the table." he replied. "It is not a bench."

"I know it isn't, but it is easier to look into your face at this level." I countered as I jumped on the chair. "Better?"

"Somewhat, but I can hardly ask you to sit could I?" he requested. He sighed as I didn't sit down. "Fine remain standing. You sure have caused a stir coming here and leaving behind your former bones. A strange way to revival. How is it done?"

"That is not something I really can explain, but it only affects a few of us." I replied. "I don't really want to experience it again."

"I would not want to either. Though I am coming onto such years that the light could take me any day now." he stated. "Where do you come from?"

"I live mostly in Stormwind." I replied. "Have you ever been there?"

"A long time ago as the cathedral of light was being finished. Before the First War." he answered. "It has been a long time indeed, but not as long for you I assume."

"The year never changes in Azeroth, but I seek the reason why?" I explained. "Here I wonder what the year is, 617 or 627?"

"627 by the calendar of the king. Has time really stopped for the rest of the world?" he asked.

"You know a lot for an old priest." I stated. "Does this have anything to do with you not communicating with the Alliance?"

"That is an answer that only the magi can answer, but I have found out a few things that may be the cause." the priest stated. "Better we go to Boralus and ask them."

"We? Are you fit enough?" I asked. "I saw you struggle to walk."

"True I am old, but that is not the issue." he replied. "I have a carriage that I use twice a year without fail to go to the capital. In the mean time while I get the youngling to pack you will be safe here."

"I thank you for your offer, but I am not sure it would be a good idea for more to know I am here." I countered. I felt this wave of energy flow over me then a flash of pain.

"Die you foul undead beast!" a priest demanded. I used cloak of shadows and then vanished.

"Are you daft John that was a gnome and not the undead." the old man scolded. "Now you scared her off."

"But you saw the bones and she was the same size and nothing comes back from the dead." he protested.

"Why didn't shackled the dead work?" the old man asked. "Because she wasn't dead?" I was under the table and his look of shock and guilt made me giggle. "Well you come out now I don't think he will attack you anymore." I shadow stepped and hit the back of his knees and as he hit the floor I jumped on top of him becoming visible with my nose a few hairs away from his.

"If he does I will do more then just knock him on his back side." I replied. "Gnomes can be deadly when cornered." I then giggled at his fear and confusion. Which grew even more as I kissed him on his nose. You are cute." I then got up and the boy got up blushing the cutest red. The old priest laughed as loud as he could.

"Oh now that is a red face." he said once he caught his breath. "John tell the others to get my wagon ready I want to leave before noon."

"Noon?" John asked. "But it takes days to prep the carriage."

"Tell Johanna to put a few robes in a bag. The bare minimum needed. I don't need more then that." the old priest ordered. "Tell the cook and once you tell the stable master go and round up the driver. Now go!" John rushed out of the room before coming fully to his feet. The old man chuckled again. "I am called Father Tomas, you can call me Tom."

"Kit Jenkins." I stated. "Thank you for not acting like he did."

"Good that I didn't, us old men fight to win quickly." Tom replied. "Mind control right into a dungeon cell, or off a cliff." I laughed and so did he. I knew he could do it, but did he know I could break it? The little church became a hive of activity until we got on the wagon. We ate an early lunch while waiting for the wagon and we had talked the entire time about the state of the Alliance and the battles I had been in. He told a bit of the first and second war he participated in. As we rode towards Boralus we talked in depth about past events as well. I found the lore of Wow interesting, but never before had I sat down and talked with someone who lived it. He was no NPC or a commoner. He was something in between more like us players with the way he acted. We stopped at a wayside inn with a small farm attached. I got a few stares from the innkeeper, but they treated me as any other guest and their eyes lit up after I paid a few gold for the good meal. I guess I should have paid with a few silver, but gold speaks a very different tune, but so did my glowing blades and armor.