I listen to the sound of my hoves touching the stone floor as I walk into the council chambers.

Five days ago, the last of the survivors, the refugees had been brought in through the portal, most were still healthy, while others were in the same corrupted state as the first group I had been placed in charge of.

The last batch was so far gone that they were little more than beasts.

The hoves on their feet had broken off and in their place, a mixture of feet and hoves had grown, this change was present in all of those that had been altered, but it wasn't just the outer appearance of my patients that worries me.

I can't explain it but only now do I realize just how much they have changed internally.

The council has to listen, they have to understand what I have seen, what I have learned.

These energies spilling from the barrier were eagerly taken in by those that had been changed dramatically, some had regained their original forms, while others had simply reverted to their sickly forms, but their minds had returned to them.

Over and over again, I tried to guide them back to the light, but no matter how hard they tried, the light would not listen, it ignored them and yet, its as if something else has taken its place.

In the morning they walk to the windows and watch the sunrise, they close their eyes and act as if the were listening to something I cant hear.

I have watched as the wind blew around them when it was too hot, but no wind touched anywhere else, the last time it rained, the water touched everything except for them and just a few hours ago, I watched as a fire suddenly ignited in front of each of them.

I finally reach the doors to the council chambers and the crystals keeping the stone doors close let out a faint violet glow before the doors open allowing me in.

The councilors turn to look at me and every one of my instincts tells me that I shouldn't be here, not now at least.

I look at their faces and I can't help but notice their grim expressions.

"Good we were going to call you here, we have been reading your reports about those placed under your care."

"Let them go, do what they want" one of the councilors says to me, his eyes hardened by the sense of duty, but I can see something else, something that he tries to keep hidden but can't.

Fear.

I open my mouth to protest but I'm stopped from doing so.

"A few days ago an orc cam it was one from the lands closes to the human's territory, he offered a deal, in exchange for weapons and armor, the orc's would give us meat and fruits from their lands."

"He had with him a necklace made of crudely carved rock, he showed us some rather disturbing images, ancients that weren't alive nor dead walking the world"

"..."

"Look around you and understand what isn't being said"

I begin to look around and I notice that some familiar faces seem to repeat themselves, the councilors counterparts from the other timeline sit across from those of my own time.

"Our experiences have shaped us differently, despite being the same person"

"Our scouts can't find any more of our kind in the otherworld, everyone we managed to retrieve, is all that's left of our people...the energies are starting to enter that world and it's only a matter of time before the corrupted orcs and the demons notice them."

"But what does any of that have to do with my patients?"

"...Everything."

"We need to know how to harness the energies that the humans have under their control if we are to survive what's coming, they want to go to the barrier, then so be it."

I can't believe what I'm hearing, I'm a healer a doctor, it's my job to keep the sic and injured safe until they are completely recovered, not toss them away for some political gain, or for them to be used to gain more power by those that are afraid of something.

"In case your wondering, we have agreed to trade with the orc and his clan, we're telling you this not because we think you have to know, but because you have to understand, we cant afford to fight this alone"

I want to argue, to yell at them that this isn't right, but their faces tell me everything I need to know, the decision has already been made and there is no changing the councilor's minds.

"I'll go with them" I say to the council, but my voice betrays me and my words sound heavy.

The entire room is quiet and all of the councilors take their seats.

"We never expected you to stay'

Those words are more painful than any attack I have ever felt before.

I walk back to my patients, I can't help but look at them, those that maintain their sickly appearance look at me with hope-filled eyes and those that have changed look at me with worried expressions.

I look at the blue-violet and now white Draenei in front of me.

"You all get your wish, we will be heading to the human's territory, however, I do not know if they will allow you to" I feel the warm touch of a woman's finger as she places it on my lips stopping me from speaking.

"We were exiled because of what was done to us, we can see how much it hurts you," she says to me and as I turn to look at her white skin and gold-colored eyes seem to sooth my conscious if only just a bit.

This new coloration is something brought about by the energies when she had first arrived, she couldn't even speak, much less act properly and now she's one of the kindest Draenei I have ever met.

"We will be making our journey on foot, so get all of the supplies you need"

They all separate themselves from me and begin to collect what little they have, for the first time in years, I can only lower my head in shame, but what else can I do?