Tyll'a opened his left eye. He was lying on a bed, and at first he thought he was in the infirmary that had been set up in the old Starr house, mainly to accommodate his tendency to get injured – a tendency that had not abated, even after he had lost his right eye. But he knew all too well what that infirmary looked like – and he was sure that wherever he was wasn't it. He was in a small room, which looked like a bedroom. Tyll'a had some questions, though. Whose bedroom was it? Why was he here?
Tyll'a didn't have to wait long to find out, as the door opened and in walked someone he had never seen before. In fact, he hadn't seen anyone like her before either! Her face and body were similar to that of an Au Ra, but her eyes glowed yellow, and her legs were different from anything he had ever seen. Where most would have one knee joint on each leg, this woman had two, one in the usual place and the other near her ankles, and her feet looked similar to those of the horses that Tyll'a had seen in Doma.
Seeing Tyll'a awake, the woman said something that sounded like a greeting: "Archenon poros, young one."
Although he thought he understood the words "young one" in the common tongue, Tyll'a did not understand exactly what she was saying, and he asked her, "Where…am I? What happened? And who are you?"
The woman replied, "You're at my home, on Azuremyst Isle. I found you lying on the ground, severely injured, and I knew that if I didn't heal you, you would have died. I don't know what exactly happened, but I knew I had to help. And as for who I am, my name is Anaelyn."
For some reason, Tyll'a felt comfortable around this strange woman, which was the exact opposite of what he felt when he was around the Dark Moon. He felt he could trust her, and he explained, "I'm Tyll'a Starr. All I know is that I was fighting the Dark Moon, and Ahxoh – their leader – said that she was going to destroy me forever…then I saw a beam of green aether, and then I woke up here."
Anaelyn took a moment to think about what Tyll'a had just said. "I don't know of any 'Dark Moon'…other than the Darkmoon Faire, that is, and they aren't anywhere near here. But a beam of green…that is disturbing. This Ahxoh might be delving into magics that should be left alone. Krona ki cristorr." As Tyll'a tried to get up, Anaelyn said, "You shouldn't get up yet…you're still in bad shape. I'm not going to let you die though, young Starr."
"Young Starr? You don't look any older than I am, Anaelyn!"
"I have seen millennia come and go, young Starr. And you're not the first one to assume it's only been a few decades. We draenei age much more slowly than most races."
Abandoning his effort to get up, Tyll'a lay back down on the bed, and fell asleep once again.