They both were sitting down, next to the portal place, drawing runes on their arms with coal. They did not look at each other. He had his hand bandaged, but the burn did not hurt anymore. She healed him somehow, and he didn't dare to ask how she learned that.

She stopped the drawing and broke the silence:

"Well, this is it, I think. " Kyra said .She looked at her left arm, a rune sketched with burned coal resting on her wrist and exhaled loudly.

"How is yours?" she looked at the troll that was inspecting, preoccupied, his own rune on his forearm.

Roh'khin looked at her and extended his arm.

"Mine be horrible".

She curiously looked at it, and suddenly burst in to laughter. The rune was bad. It had crooked lines and looked like something a five year old could drew it with his toes. The cascade of her amusement made her eyes fill with tears. She slowly composed herself, surprised by her sudden change of emotion. She looked at the troll and saw the confusion on his features.

"Did not know ya' could laugh...".

Her smile faded slowly. She quickly turned her gaze away from his face to the rune.

"I think it will work" she said in a rushed tone. "I bet they are no painters either, so for now, it will do."

"Good" he mumbled.

"Now go an' undress that dead elf."

"What?"she blinked, blankly starring at him

The troll caught her look and rolled his eyes.

"We need a disguise. You need ta' dress in dat robe."

She looked confused for a moment, her eyes darting from the elf's corpse to the troll. She shook her head and snapped at him.

"And why I am the one to dress ?"

"Because the robes don' fit me, man..." the rogue mumbled.

He was right and she was acting stupid. She puffed and went to Alyre's corpse. The white skinned elf's eyes were open, their light gone. The were white and empty, and she felt her stomach clench. Her face was contorted in a horrified expression, sticky blood still covering her neck. A foul stench emanated from the body, and she turned her head in disgust, covering her mouth.

"Turn around" she said towards the rogue.

The rogue turned his back at her , tossed aside the piece of coal, and walked towards the portal place.

Kyra unlaced the robes from the corpse. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. Underneath the robes Alyre had sentinel mail armor, with the symbol and all. She tossed the body aside, and drew the robe. The clothing was smeared with blood and dirt, which made the process harder. Kyra pushed the corpse on her belly and rose up, with the garment in her hand. She put it on, and to her surprise it fit her perfectly. She placed the hood on her head, and walked towards the rogue. She felt uncomfortable, like she was on a dressing contest of some sorts.

He looked at her and a shuddered.

"They fit ya' like a glove"

"I will kill you" she mumbled through her teeth.

He shook his head and crouched. With his left hand slowly removed the leafs from the ground, revealing the hidden rune. He stopped his movements, and stared at the ground in front of him.

"We might not get back, ya' know that?"

There were two or more seconds of silence and stillness. They both knew what it meant. She did not answer, and he did not insist. She simply stepped on , closer to him, and raised her arm with the rune. He did the same. The ground around them started to shake, the images around becoming a blur. She tried to steady her body, arms outstretched, her eyes darting from side to side to see the troll's reaction. But to her surprise, in front of her was nothing. She saw no one. She was alone. Panic started to overwhelm her, but her mind was cold and firm. All of the sudden, a black circle formed in front of her, smoke curves that looked like hands were pulling her in a black spiral and she felt like her very soul was ripped from her body.

In that vortex, everything was black. She was falling at an amazing speed, sparks of light from time to time were visible. She brought her hands to her face and she could not see them. Something inside her was fighting this teleport, and she felt pain. Her entire body felt like it was about to explode.

A strong arm gripped her waist, steadying her. "Feet upfront! Flex your knees!" a now familiar voice resounded in her head, and she tried to do as she was told."I will faint" she responded, feeling weak, as the spark of light inside her was battling the darkness that was surrounding them both. "I'm here" the troll voice sounded assuring, and with her last bit of strength she gripped the arm around her waist, pulled her feet in front of her, releasing a pained cry.

A loud thud, and she felt the ground, barely conscious. The troll landed behind her, still holding her close to him. She released herself from his arms, and stepped forward. Stumbling a few feet, she balanced herself, and let out a breath she did not know she was holding.

She looked around. "Felwood" she thought. The sky was also dark, and the air thick, which meant one thing: they were still in that unknown plain. Nausea overwhelmed her, her head started spinning, small beads of sweat forming on her forehead and her stomach clenched. She quickly removed her faceguard, feeling the bile from her gut raising up. She leaned forward and threw up. After spilling her vomit on the forest ground, she got up and unceremoniously wiped her mouth.

"I have water" the troll's voice resonated behind her. He could hear his steppes getting closer. She wiped her sweat from her forehead and spat on the ground. With tired eyes she turned around to face him. He was standing there, holding a skin filled with water. He looked concerned.

"Thank you." she murmured, and brought the container to her lips, drinking thirstily. The cool liquid caressed her throat . She closed her eyes, drinking greedily, gulping from the container. She chocked, and started coughing, spilling the precious elixir on the ground.

Kyra sat down, trying to compose herself. The troll crouched next to her. She drew a deep breath:

"I need a second, then I'll be fine."

The troll looked at her concerned. He slowly inspected her movement, her face, her reactions. It was obvious for her that he thought she would jeopardize their mission.

"I used to train as a priestess...I still have a spark of light inside me...It fights whatever is...this thing... That's why I ..." she bent over and vomited again.

He shook his head, and put one hand on her shoulder.

"Might be worst when we get dere...This ting...Ya sure ya can handle it?"

She wiped her mouth, and drank greedily from the flask. He retracted his hand. She rinsed her mouth and spat on the ground. With a steady voice and a cold stare she uttered:

"I can handle it. What's your plan?"

"Keep ya' head cool. We interrogate one of them. We find Tyrande. We get her back. With her help, we kill their leadah."

She smiled. It sounded so easy and simple. Like an everyday chore.

"We are mad, aren't we?" she sighted, looking in the distance.

"Yes" he answered, shaking his head.

"No matter what happens, it was nice seeing you. I want you to know that..." she added in a strange tone. She turned her gaze to him.

He inhaled. His usual steady gaze was flickering from her face to the distance.

"Was nice seeing ya' too. Was nice seeing ya' laugh for once"

Her jaw dropped slightly, and her gaze found the ground.

"Yes. It was nice." She whispered , words getting stuck in her throat.

"Let's go!" he whispered and jumped up, offering his hand to help her stand up. She refused his help with a short gesture, and rose up on her own.

The walked cautiously, paying close attention to any shift or movement of the surroundings. The place looked awfully alike with the real Felwood, except for the lack of sounds and occasional fauna. So far, they did not encountered the invisible walls, which was a good sign. They slowly climbed on a hill, the high ground was a good place for spotting the enemy. Once they got there, without warning, the troll stopped and crouched, motioning for her to do the same. He pointed far in the distance, on the left, where inside the perimeter of some elven ruins, a couple of silhouettes could be seen roaming around.

What was left of the old building was covered in what appeared to be green moss. the old walls partially destroyed, the ceiling missing. Two cave entrances were visible on each side of the ruins, a green light emanating from them. She counted three shapes moving around the place, probably the sentinels. She looked at the troll and he was staring, his eyes full of doubt and concern.

"Might be a trap" his low voice echoed in the silence. Kyra looked at him with a blank stare and smiled. "I don't care", she answered."I will still kill every single one of them".

The troll sighed and shook his head.

"I have an invisibility potion, if you want to get past them with ease" he said, "No, that's your thing" she responded coldly. He nodded in agreement, and melted in to shadows. "Your turn. " she heard him in her head.

She reached out to her belt, and took her faceguard that was hooked there. She carefully placed it on her face, tied it firmly on the back of her head. She pulled the hood once more over her features and straightened her back. Kyra exhaled, her grip tightened on the hilts of her swords, underneath her robes, and started walking towards the ruins on the main road.

She was still at distance, but with a few careful moves, she could charge into them. She could see them clearly, and soon they saw her. A night elf male, his long ears were sticking out of his hood, a traitorous mark of his heritage was the closest one to the entrance. Farther away were what appeared to be two females, their small frame was a clear sign."Wait!" she heard in her head. "Traps at the entrance. Disarming now. Also, protective spells. Distract them. Go".

"Help me..."she yelled in Darnassian, stumbling, collapsing on the ground. "They've killed the human...They are coming for Tyrande!"she crawled slowly towards the ruins, keeping her head low.

The cultists looked at her, none of them moving an inch. The two female prepared them self for a spell, as she could tell. The night elf male gestured towards them to stop.

"Did they followed you?" he asked in Common, the deep voice of the male shortening the distance.

"No, they did not. I killed the Sentinel! I need to see the master! It's an urgent issue " she got in all fours, at the entrance.

The male nodded and made a short gesture in the air, and the magic defenses were lifted from the place.

"Landris! You cannot do this ! "the female behind him whispered. "She could bring more, or be a traitor!" she continued. He shushed her , and motioned Kyra to step in.

"I am in charge here, you listen to me! And don't ever use my name again!" He retorted towards the female, that withdrew few steppes back, her head bowed.

Kyra checked with her hand on the ground if the wards were still in place, and smiled when she was assured they were gone. She rose to her feet and stepped in .

"Where do I find the master?" she said and removed her cowl.

The night elf froze. Fear and panic spread on his face. And he stepped back, mumbling a spell.

Kyra smirked and pulled her swords in one swift motion, her hands placed firmly on their hilts. The sound was picked up by the elf, his long ears twitching, but it was too late to avoid the hit. She did not hesitate. Before he could react, the blades were planted in his chest, and pulled back with a swift motion. The cultist collapsed with a loud thud.

A hot wave of air pushed her far in the distance, making her gasp, ramming her frame in to the building wall with a loud thump. She fell down, and looked back at the cultist who cast the spell. The female spellcaster did not hesitate to cast a new one, the magic words spewing from her mouth. She raised her arms up, and Kyra's blades fell down, as her arms grew limp. But in mere seconds she saw the cultists eyes grow wide, as a dagger slit her throat open. The troll frame materialized mid air, and he pushed the dying female female collapsed, chocking on her own blood.

Kyra looked at the third one, and the female was crouched, shaking. She leaped towards her, and the female screamed. Kyra quickly covered her mouth with her hand, pinning her to the wall.

"Shhh." The warrior whispered.

The human female looked terrified. Tears were streaming from her wild eyes, and Kyra could feel that she was shacking beyond control.

"Easy now. " Kyra cooed. "Now, do you want to live?"she got closer to the cultists face.

The female nodded her head frantically in agreement.

"Then you will tell me two things: where is Tyrande, and where is your master?"Kyra added, emphasizing on purpose Tyrande and Master, and action which seemed to make the cultist shake even strongly."I'm going to remove my hand, slowly. If you scream, this rogue right there will cut your throat open, just like he did with your friend. You understand?"

The cultist nodded, and Kyra removed her hand. The woman simply collapsed on the ground and gasped for air.

"Down bellow, in the cave. Step on the rune." The female said, her breath short. "Please, spare me!" she got on her knees at Kyra's feet, cupping her ankles, her head bowed.

"Agh...Disgusting" Kyra spat at the kneeling frame, tried to kick her with her foot. To her surprise, she could not move her leg, like it was glued to the ground. She tried to move, and looked down, only to see a rune drawn on the dirt. She felt a burning foot started smoking, and to her horror she realized she was set on fire. The flames made themselves visible fast, and she tried desperately to free herself, pulling her leg up.

The cultists rolled over, and leaped on her feet, smirking. A dagger was quickly pressed on her neck as te rogue was behind her in one swift move.

"Release her!" his voice sounded like thunder.

"I will not" the cultist added, her voice shaking, her eyes mad "You can kill me, filthy mongrel. I will be reborn in the master's name! You will never this honor, you heretic!"she spat in front of her, on the ground.

"I heard that the spell dies with it's caster" Roh'khin hissed. The cultists eyes went wide, and in mere seconds he slit her throat open, and pushed her on the ground with disgust.

The flames disappeared in an instant, and inertia made Kyra fall on her belly. She quickly rose up, and violently pushed the rogue.

"How did you know that the spell dies with it's caster, you idiotic hot headed punk?!"

"I guessed!" The troll uttered, irritated, and pushed her back, tolling his frame over her.

"I could've died!"she yelled, pushing him again. He grabbed her head with his palm, and pushed her away. He locked his angry eyes with hers.

" But ya' didn't! Now shut up!"

She stormed past him, pushing his shoulder, to gather her swords. She grabbed them, and sudden weakness in her legs, made her fall to her knees.

"To think I could've died in such a stupid manner..." she mumbled, and cupped her face with her palms, her hands were shaking.

"You have ta' trust me, elf."

His words made her shoulders sink . He was right. He might be hotheaded, but she was too. And none of them wished harm for the other, at least for now. She sighed, and rose up, facing him.

"We don't have much time. She said something about that rune."Kyra pointed towards a formation of bushes.

"It's not enough that dey are in anotha realm, they are also underground, those rats... I hate caves..." the troll rolled his eyes, and breathed out heavily. She smiled and shook her head.

"Here we go...again" she stepped close to the rune, and motioned for him to get too. The troll hesitated, but then started slowly to approach her.

"Hold ma' hand" he said, and outstretched his arm "So you won't faint again, like before"

"I'll be fine...Thank you."she assured him, and refused his gesture.

"I'm sorry, then.." he said in an even tone.

"Why..."

He quickly leaped and grabbed her waist, knocking the air from her lungs, and jumped on the rune. Her eyes went wide and before she could say anything, the world around her started to fade.