Tyll'a couldn't believe his eyes. He was on what acted like an airship, but it was at far higher altitudes than he had ever been. The Vindicaar, Anaelyn had called it, and looking through the windows and down, Tyll'a could see a circle of blue: Azeroth, the world that he had found himself in. Anaelyn was talking with a Hyur – wait, no, "human" – man, whom she had earlier introduced to Tyll'a. The man's name was Turalyon, and he was the High Exarch that Anaelyn had talked about. Tyll'a had the same feeling about Turalyon that he had about Anaelyn, a feeling that he could trust him. Still, he let Anaelyn do the talking first.

"High Exarch, I wanted to talk to you about my friend Tyll'a here…and about a strange feeling I've been having."

"Oh? What is this strange feeling?" Turalyon looked concerned.

"I don't know, High Exarch. When I'm near him, it feels like a whirlwind of emotions in my gut. I don't know what they are."

"I know that feeling, Anaelyn. It's the same feeling I had when I first met Alleria."

The woman next to Turalyon spoke up. "And I had that same feeling when I first met Turalyon."

"High Exarch…you're not saying…"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. I think you might have feelings for him!"

"But what should I do, then? I've never had feelings like this, and no one has ever wanted to be with me…not in that way, anyway…because of my brother!"

Turalyon answered, "Tell him, and let him make his decision. If the Light is kind, he will look past the sins of your brother and see you for who you are."

"Thank you, High Exarch." Anaelyn turned to Tyll'a. "I don't know how to say this…I like you, Tyll'a. I really do."

"Anaelyn…I know how you feel. And I'm sorry for overhearing your conversation, but I like you too. You're you, not your brother, and you shouldn't have to suffer because of what he did."

Anaelyn started to cry tears of joy, as what she had feared would happen had not come to pass. Tyll'a had accepted her! He really had! After letting the tears fall from her golden-yellow eyes for a bit, she spoke once again to Tyll'a. "Thank you. Thank you so much! And there's one more thing…" This next sentence, although spoken to Tyll'a, was said loudly such that Turalyon would be able to hear it. "I think you might have what it takes to be Lightforged."

"You do? If it means we can spend more time together, I'll look into it."

Turalyon looked at Tyll'a. "The path to become Lightforged is not an easy one. But if Anaelyn thinks you can make it, then I will trust her judgment and allow you to take the trial. And…" Turalyon looked at the empty socket where Tyll'a's right eye had once been. "It would restore your sight as well."

Tyll'a's ears perked up. "I'll be able to see out of both eyes again? I'll take the trial then!"

Anaelyn said softly, "He is a stubborn one…"

Looking at Tyll'a once again, Turalyon told him, "The trial must be taken by a pair, not an individual. Normally two initiates are paired, but since you're the only one here…"

Tyll'a finished the sentence. "I would like Anaelyn to be with me for this."

"I thought you'd say that, just as I wanted Alleria to be by my side when I took the trial myself. Very well. Tyll'a and Anaelyn, step into the portal, and your trial will begin."