I ran along, waiting for us to get up to the Crossroads. Surprisingly, we saw no Horde. Not until we reached the Crossroads, that is. And… before that, too.

A large raptor clawed my back from behind. I heard it's raspy, hoarse roar and I turned around. "Go, guys, I'll catch up."

Blastoise nodded and they ran south, towards the Crossroads.

I activated my Starfire spell and a large beam of light shot over it. It rasped weakly, but kept clawing and hitting me.

I could tell it had very little time left. I decided to stop my spells. I took out my dagger and stabbed it several times. Then, a large, golden beam of light shot over it's head, making the raptor immediately fall to the ground, halfway burned. Did I do that? No. Was anyone else with me? No. I knew that was a Paladin spell, though. Judgment of Light, I believe. Or something like that.

I looked down and removed my glove and saw that I had a huge wound on my right arm. It went down my wrist all the way to my elbow, three long, bloody claw marks. It was searing with pain.

I looked up to see who had caused the spell, and saw nothing. I turned in all directions, but the sun was blocking my every view.

A silver beam of light burned my eyes.

"Agh!" I shielded them with my hand. I put my hand over my eyes and peeked a bit, and saw a male blood elf.

First Horde of the day.

His long, golden blonde hair flew over his eyes, which burned into mine, causing a very disturbing feeling. He stared me down.

I guess he was trying to hit me but hit the raptor instead?

Or he was trying to help me. Which would be a very strange scenario.

I saw how lethal he looked, his giant sword, which was half his height, gleaming, his dark, plated armor, the disturbing glow he had to his eyes.

I started to back up, knowing that I was going to die anyway, but what the hey? I should try to run away.

I shape shifted into cat form and turned around, dashing at a high speed, like a rogue. My paws beat against the hot, sandy grass and I could feel his glowing gaze still on me.

I jumped into a bush. Leaves flew everywhere, immediately indicating that I was there. Smart move.

I heard very light footsteps close by. I don't know if he saw me or not, but I was hoping that I could stealth and he wouldn't see me.

I faded into the shadows and started to slowly make my way out of the rough bush. I had prowled about halfway out when I heard the bush pop open.

I froze, fear overtaking my other senses. I knew I was going to die anyway, so I shape shifted back into my normal form.

He was surprisingly far away, leaning sideways against the open air. His beauty was hard not to stare at, so I jerked my head away.

"Going somewhere?" He asked calmly. His voice was soft and velvety, yet deep. He grinned wickedly.

I didn't say anything, because I couldn't get any air up to speak. His eyes still glowed with the deep rage they had before, but they were somewhat softer, and lighter this time.

I opened my mouth to speak, but realized I couldn't, so I closed it.

"Guess not." He grinned again.

"I-I…uh…yeah, I was j-just going. Just leaving." I raised my hands up in front of me and started to walk swiftly past him.

"Hmm."

I turned around to face him. I leaned my head sideways, and raised one eyebrow. "Shouldn't you… be killing me?" I asked.

"Well, I should be, but I'm not."

"Well, why not?"

"Hmm. I don't know. If I did I would feel guilty." He looked down and his ears drooped.

"Guilty?"

"I guess I'm just not one to kill."

I stared him down for a few seconds.

"To me, it sounds like you want to die." He smiled.

"Well, n-no, it's just…"

"Just…?"

"I don't know."

We stared at each other for a few seconds. The rage in his eyes returned, and I started to feel disturbed, like something was pulling at my soul.

"Okie dokie, you're starting to freak me out, so I'm just gonna, head out…" I turned around and started to walk away.

"How am I creeping you out?" "Well, you're not killing me, and your eyes are… no offense, but… creepy."

He chuckled. "Come on, I'll help you."

"Help me? Dude, I'm on a raid. How are you going to help me?"

"Thiss! Run!" I heard Blastoise's muffled yell from far away. I looked straight ahead and saw him on his huge Elekk.

"Blast, it's okay, he's not hurting me." I looked at the blood elf.

"He will." Blastoise warned.

"I wouldn't." The blood elf tore his gaze from me and stared him in the eye.

"Um, yes, you would." Blastoise dismounted his Elekk and took out his sword.

"You don't know that."

Blastoise raised his sword and swung it at the blood elf.

"STOP!" I grabbed the blade just in time, but a burning, searing pain rose from my hands and down my arms. It felt like a thousand needles had struck my arm at once.

Blastoise immediately swung his sword back to his side.

The blood elf stared at me, like I had just jumped off a cliff into lava in Searing Gorge.

I didn't want to look at my hands. But my head lowered and I evaluated my hands. I had two, very deep, large cuts in my palms where I had grabbed the blade. Blood drained from them and ran down my arms, onto my clothes, seeping through. Blood covered the small area beneath me. I grabbed my hands and squeezed my eyes shut and prayed to Elune (lol) that the pain would fade.

"Oh, God." The blood elf took my hand gently and looked at the horrid wounds, flinching. Blastoise gently took my arm and looked at my hand. "I'll take it from here, Paladin."

"Yeah, well, I can heal."

OMG. Having WoW withdrawal. Ill continue later.