A/N: Just a warning to everyone reading this fic… I haven't finished reading all the lore for Warcraft… I am trying to keep it as close to the original lore while putting my own touches on it as best as I can.

Without further ado… here is the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: *looks around for lawyers* Yes, I own everything! MUHAHAHAHA! *see's lawyers coming towards her* I mean I OWN NOTHING! Tear!

Oh! The Elvish in this story is actually taken from Dragon Age.. So I don't own the language either.
Oh! A special thank you to Danowsawa for being my first reviewer!
But yeah, I know what you mean. It's hard to balance between dialogue and prose. But I'm so glad you like it!

Burning… that's all that was felt. The flames licking at their feet, swallowing their entire bodies whole. The blistering on their legs made it hard to run, hard to even twitch.

"Veri! Run! Get away from the dragon!" Ara yelled, sobbing from the pain and fear while she watched Veri start to be consumed by the fire.

"Veri!" She yelled again trying to call the mists to her. 'I have to heal him,' she thought, 'I have to get give him enough time to get away from this hell hole. One of us has to make it.'

Yelling, she forced the last of her power into her friend. The only one that kept her sane during the worst part of her never-ending existence.

He felt energy and power returning to him. It confused him, he was dying from flame. He knew he was.

'Wait', he thought in horror. 'She wouldn't.'

Looking over to his right, he saw that the one person that meant the world to him, was healing him. "Ara," he mumbled, eyes widening he yelled at her, "No! You don't have the strength or mana to do that!"

Smiling through the blood she was coughing up from the strain she replied, "All that matters is that one of us gets out of this fucking void be damned place Veri," Huffing from the strain of talking she kept on, "I only have enough to where I can heal one of us and not the other, we both know that you can get out of here faster than I ever could."

"That doesn't mean that I want to leave without you moron!" He screamed, the horror growing in him by the second.

"Then I guess it's a good thing you don't get a fucking choice, lethallan."

"Fucking hell Arandria! Even when we are at deaths door you still have the sass that makes someone want to slap you."

Choking laughter was all that he heard as he tried to think of some way to make her stop healing him at the expense of her own life. Forcing himself on his hands and knees, he started crawling over to her.

"Veri, wha?" Ara stared as she saw what he was doing.

"If you aren't leaving this place then neither am I Ara," Veri said, still crawling closer.

'Just a few more inches' he thought.

"You ass! You have to stop moving or else this will be for nothing!" Ara screamed while she cried.

Finally making is to her, Veri dropped. If one was staying in this place then so was the other. He wasn't going to let her die alone, he already had failed in keeping her safe, he wasn't going to let her rot here alone.

"Remember Ara, we stick together, we've stuck together during the Sundering, we've stuck together while battling the fucking Legion, we've stuck together through everything that's happened for 10,000 years. I won't leave you here alone. If you die here," looking into her eyes he finished, "then so do I."

Sobbing now because not only could she not get him out of here, but also because no one had ever cared enough to stay with her just to die by her side.

"I never thought that this would be our end, ya know." She said looking at the Fire Wyrm as it closed in on them.

"Me either," Veri said, "But at least we can say that we weren't alone while we burned to death."

"Isn't that the fucking truth lethallan," Ara said, seeing Nightbane about ready to spew more fucking fire at them she looked over at Veri, "Save a seat for me wherever we wind up Veri."

"Always Ara," He said smiling, he wasn't going to die frowning or in anger. He was with the only woman… no. The only person, that mattered in this fucking universe. He wasn't going to have some great understanding of his mistakes that he's made, he wasn't going to have this realization that his life was ending and wonder if he had any regrets. He was going to combust in flame and get burned to a crisp. But, at least Ara was here, though he wished she was as far away from this place as possible.

Holding on to the others hand both looked at the dragon, both having a smile on their faces.

Feeling the flames on her face Ara closed her eyes; a tear making its way down her face.

'See ya on the other side Veri.' She thought.

Jerking awake with a scream Ara wildly looked around only to see Veri by her side. Alive. Breathing. No burns. He was whole.

"You…Oh god!" She sobbed throwing her arms around him.

Surprised, Veri put his harms around her, "Ara, what's wrong?"

"We died Veri, both of us!" She sobbed, "Dying by flame, because no one in this fucking world is free from the allure of corruption and power."

"Ara, calm down and explain to me what's wrong."

And so she did, she told him of the terror of a dragon that was corrupted against its will. Of how they went through the tower and slayed everything in their path until they got to the damned Fire Wyrm. She continued to tell him of how she was trying to heal him at the cost of her own soul and life. Of how he wouldn't leave her like the 'moronic asshole' that he is. She finished by tell him of the fire from Nightbane swallowing both of them as they burned to death.

"It was so real Veri. I could feel my entire self, being engulfed by flame, and there was nothing I could do about it other than to just lay there and take it." She whispered, finally calming down just enough to tell the story of what she saw. Looking over the blighted wasteland that is Deadwind Pass, her eyes glazed over, almost as if she was reliving her nightmare over and over.

Verionger looked down at Arandria and saw the glazed look. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to get to her just yet he just held her and rocked her. Putting her head against his heat beat, letting her know on a conscience level that he was still alive. Something that he hadn't had to do in 5,000 years. Something that he hadn't had to do since they were children and he was trying to keep her calm while her parents argued and fought inside her house.

He waited until he heard her breathing level out before he spoke, "It was just a night terror lethallin. I am here, with you, alive. Both of us are alive." His voice, having a gentleness to it, carried over her; instilling a calm over her that she didn't wake up with.

Sitting up straight Arandria turned to him and gave him a small smile. This smile wasn't the one that she gave everyone else. It wasn't the smirk that she gave people when she was cutting into them with her words. This was the smile that she only gave her friend, her other half.

"Ma serannas, lethallan." She said, "It just felt so fucking real. I could literally feel my skin being burned from my bones."

She shook her head to try to get the imaging out of her mind. Now was not the time to keep freaking out over a night terror. Work had to be done, especially now that the sun was coming up over the horizon.

"We might as well stay awake lethallin," She said wiping her tears from her face. "With the sun coming up there is no point in trying to go back to sleep."

Looking after, her as she packed up her tent and things Veri couldn't help but shake his head. This was how it has always been with Ara. She gets scared or something hurts and she acts like nothing ever happened. Like he couldn't see how badly the nightmare had affected her.

"Ara..."

"Don't finish that question Veri." Ara interrupted, "I'll be fine. It just shook me a little is all."

And that was the end of the conversation. Veri knew better than to push it. Ara might not seem like the type to start beating someone over the head with her staff, but he knew otherwise. It wouldn't be the first time that she had hit him with that damned staff of hers. It was one of her favorite pastimes when they were kids, and she first got it.

Thirty minutes later and everything was packed in the right bags and they were standing in front of Karazhan's foreboding entrance.

Looking over at Veri, Ara summoned a smirk and laughed. Whether the laughter was from nerves or a way to hide the fear, neither one of them knew; but she did it anyways.

"Let's go and kill a certain horse master." She said, "I wanna see if I can get his undead pony"

Raising an eyebrows Veri couldn't help but marvel at her and the things she would say at the weirdest times, times like this when they were going to go gallivanting in the tower from hell.

"Really Ara?" he questioned, "Undead pony…" he trailed off as he saw that the first bought of laughter turned in to a real full on belly laugh.

"What?" She questioned, as she tried to pull an innocent, yet puzzled, look.

Deadpanned Veri replied, "that look hasn't worked since we were little brats running around Elun'dris."

Sticking her tongue out at her companion she started walking into the tower. She had to just walk because if she tried to say anything else then she would chicken out and not go in. Not with the feeling that she had in her bones, this trip was either going to bring a new change to their lives… Or they both were going to die.

A/N: This is where I will leave off for now. I will try to make the later chapters, including the next one, a lot longer then what they have been. Hope this is turning out how everyone wants it to.

The next part, meaning chapter, is when things really start getting interesting. I have a general idea of how I want the ending result to be. Hopefully it works good!

Oh!

Here are the translations for the Elvish

Lethallin; Lethallan – reference for one that is familiar. Most times its used for cousins, clansman, etc. Lethallin is for females while Lethallan is used for males.

Ma serannas – My thanks