"...and then we decided we should start our own organization. It took some time, of course, because we had to earn our reputation. It was not easy at first, but we were all friends before forming it, and we decided, one night, while we were in Ironforge..."

"Please shut up..."

The priestess turned her gaze towards Kyra, visibly confused. The warrior had her elbows on the table, her hands cupping her head.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Shut ...up! My head hurts... You humans talk way too much..."

The priestess smile melted. She slowly turned towards the cupboard, absently arranging the jars. For a couple of seconds, the only sound that was animating the room was the low glass clicking from the recipients. Silence was covering them like a thick, invisible layer.

A loud whistle made the priestess jump, her right hand, instinctively touching her chest. A small chuckle made her turn towards it. Kyra smirked at the human and nodded in the direction of the boiling, noisy kettle.

"Silly me!" the Priestess laughed forcefully." I forgot about the tea!"

She quickly grabbed a kitchen towel, removed the kettle and poured the green liquid in a small cup on the counter. Despite her earlier scare, her movements seemed controlled.

"There you go..." she said in a soft tone, placing the cup in front of the elf," I made you a nice cup of Briathorn"

Kyra slowly raised her eyes, and took one careful look at the cup. Her nose wrinkled when the smell hit her senses. She quickly shook her head and pushed the cup away.

"I am not drinking that..." she scoffed.

The Priestess sighted, rolling her eyes. She inhaled loudly, and sat herself at the table, facing the Elf, smiling.

"Yes you will..."

Kyra frowned as the human smiled . Then, with a light hand she slowly pushed the cup away from her, and plopped her hands in her lap.

"I am not... drinking...that " she stated.

"Stop acting like child. Drink it. You need it. It will help the healing process" Then the Priestess, with great care, shoved the cup under the elf's nose.

Kyra slowly leaned in front of her, looked the Priestess in the eye, arching her brow and pushed the cup away. The human smiled again, this time, narrowing her eyes, looking slightly menacing. Her patience seemed on edge. Despite that, without breaking eye contact, she gently nudged the cup in front of the elf once more. Kyra rolled her eyes.

"It smells horrible"

"But it is healthy"

"I said..."

"I know what you said!" the Priestess raised her voice, taking them both by surprise . She rose up, place her palms on the table, and commanded in a steady tone :

"Drink. It."

Kyra rose up herself, smirking, slightly tilted her head and looked the human in the eye. Meeting her murderous gaze she chuckled sarcastically. With her left hand, shaking her head she grabbed the cup, brought it to her mouth, and in one swift motion extended her arm and poured the liquid on the ground.

But the tea never hit the floor. Surprised that there was no sound, Kyra looked at the cup.

"I am sorry..." was all she heard, before her body started to have a mind of it's own.

Her right arm slowly bended and brought the cup to her lips. To her horror, she could not control any of it. She frowned, trying to regain some sway over the situation, but no part of her body would listen. She slowly and painfully moved her head to look at the human, and saw the Priestess holding her hand up, her gaze focused and unwavering.

Kyra's stare was like wildfire. The human was controlling her body, there was no doubt about it, but it was no ordinary mind control spell. It looked like she could only command her body, not her thoughts. But it was enough of an boundaries stepping gesture to set the Night Elf on the rage crazed path.

Kyra's breath became heavy, anger pulsing in her veins. She felt frustrated, as her body was doing something she refused before, defying her prideful nature. And she could just watch, like a simple bystander. Kyra swore that she would kill the human, as soon as the spell was over.

Before she knew it, her legs flexed, and she sat down with a thud, the tea droplets from the cup splashing on her lap. Her mouth opened, and in an instant, she was drinking the potion in slow, steady gulps. She could not feel the burning of the hot liquid on her throat, but she could swear it was there. She closed her eyes shut, knowing or feeling the taste she fell disgusted.

The Priestess mind controlling spell was channeled for a couple of seconds, but it felt like ages. Slowly, but surely Kyra felt her body slowly coming to it's senses, and her arm went limp, dropping the cup, which fell with a loud clang and rolled a couple of times on the floor. The warrior gasped for air, leaning on the table.

"I had to do it..." the Priestess mumbled an apology, and lowered her hand.

As soon as she felt that the spell was losing it's strength, Kyra launched herself across the room, and with a roar, pinned the poor human to the wall, holding her right forearm to the healer's neck. The Priestess let out an yelp, as her frame flew across the space, the impact with the wall knocking the wind out of her lungs. Her eyes went wide with fear, as she saw the elf's left fist closing the distance between themselves, at a great speed, realizing that she could not avoid the punch, closed her eyes shut. Fueled by the rage, a newfound strength seemed to have enveloped the weak warrior.

A loud knock on the door made them both to look away.

The punch landed on the wall, and Kyra swore under her breath for her lack of concentration. Profiting from the momentarily distraction, the Priestess quickly slipped from the deadlock with and yelp , much to the warrior's frustration , and ran to the door.

She quickly opened it, the light of the day in all it's midday glory invaded the small kitchen.

Kyra covered her eyes with her forearm and frowned. The brightness felt painfully unfamiliar on her skin. She slowly squinted her eyes, still holding her arm up and looked at the door. She could barely distinguish the intruder's silhouette , but the outline of the armor suggested that the uninvited guest was a sentinel.

"I am sorry to bother you, priestess, but Mistress Tyrande sent me once more for sister Moongaze. I know you said ..."

"Oh, no, forget what I said" the Priestess interrupted the sentinel , casually slipping outside. She shot a quick glance at the warrior, and continued in a whisper: "Your sister Moongaze is fine. More than fine, I might add. "

The sentinel seemed to be taken aback, and leaned closer to the human:

"But you said before that caution..."

"Forget what I said before! " the Priestess added waving her hand "She is fine. Tyrande asked for me to heal her, so I did. She can walk, she can talk and even punch holes in the walls, imagine that!" the Priestess added the last bit, emphasizing the words with a loud fake chuckle, wanting for Kyra to hear them. The sentinel's gaze danced slowly between the two of them, confused, trying to understand the Priestess's odd behavior.

The priestess brushed off some invisible dust from her robe, and added in a rushed tone:

" Your healers can take it from here, I am sure they can handle it. My job here is done, I'll be on my way, thank you very much."

With that she bowed her head, making the puzzled sentinel to do that in response, automatically, and with a final look towards Kyra, scoffed at the warrior, and brushed past the guard, mumbling to herself.

The sentinel's confused gaze followed the Priestess, with her mouth slightly opened. Then she shook her head and turned towards Kyra, and her confused expression morphed in to disgust.

The warrior stood there on her weak limbs, her hand covering her face, hiding from the punishing light. A small nightgown was barely covering her shaking knees. Her legs had freshly healed ugly cuts on them, that were contrasting with her pale - pink skin. She looked starved and powerless. Her once long, luscious white hair has now limp, covered in dried blood, pus and sweat, hanging from her head like withered vines, sticking to her neck and chest.

The sentinel tried to look away, and was hesitant in entering the room, pacing on the same spot. Finally, she faced Kyra, raised her chin, cleared her throat and uttered:

"Sister Moongaze... Mistress Tyrande wants to see you, as soon as possible. It is of outmost importance, the details of which are unknown to me, as I am a mere sentinel. She is waiting for you."

She quickly turned to walk away, but stopped abruptly. Without looking at the warrior, she whispered:

"Please, for Elune's sake, take a bath before you meet her. I can smell you form outside..."

That being said, the sentinel vanished from sight, hurried foot steps being the only memory of her presence.

Kyra waited a few moments for the sound of foot steps to diminish, and when she was sure they were gone, slowly approached the door, still frowning at the light and slammed it shut in one swift motion.
The adrenaline from before was dissipating, and she felt her head spin. She almost lost her balance and leaned on the door for support, letting her forehead rest on the cool wood, and inhaled loudly. A foul smell invaded her nostrils, and to her surprise, it was her own. It made her sick to her stomach. It reeked of death.

She rested her forehead there for a few moments, letting her mind to wonder. The interaction from before with the healer sprung in to her mind, and she smiled. She vividly remembered the frightened look on the priestess' face and imagined what she, herself, looked like, filled with rage, he expression contorted with fury aiming for revenge. Her smile widened, and slowly, she started laughing out loud. Her laughter sounded clear, the notes of it were pure, the cascades of chuckles making her chest rumble.

The soul music resonated in her empty house, the walls reverberating with this happiness inducing sound that was missing from this place for a very long time.

She slowly detached herself from the door, still laughing, her head spinning, and using every wall for support in her way, started to slowly walk towards the bathroom.

She reached the bathing chamber, and to her surprise, the tub was filled with lukewarm water, green plants floating on the surface – medicine, no doubt. It was most definitely the work of the priestess from before, part of her healing plan. This thought made Kyra laugh louder.

She slowly removed her sticky nightgown, still trying to maintain her balance, and descended with her feet in to the warm, inviting water.

The liquid stung, as new small cuts were making their presence known on her body, and she shuddered at the unexpected pain. She clenched her jaw, trying to ignore the pain and carefully sat in the bathtub, using the edges for balance. When she was fully submerged in the liquid, up to her neck, she exhaled loudly. Slowly, the healing water started to make the pain subside, and her muscles relaxed. She closed her eyes, and small tears started to caress her cheeks, shacking her chest in low, rhythmic movements. Though the veil of tears , a bitter smile spread across her features.

She never felt more alive.