The smell of sulfur and brimstone burned Bernadottes nose, her face wrinkled from cringing. Her wolf would snort and huff every now and then. They were getting close to the Fel camp, the smell was overwhelming for Bernadotte, but she felt as if she should of been used to it now. She partook in the corruption her prince had forced her people into. Bernadotte closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the day she siphoned fel energy from a demon that she had killed. Her and her brother were both in the early stages of magic withdrawal, the pains they endured grew too much. Bernadotte remembered feeling sick as she siphoned the green energy from the demon, she remembers how the skin on the demon darkened and dulled. The relief she and her brother had felt was euphoric, but it came at a price. A price of constant magic addiction. Bernadotte felt a knot in her throat; she felt nauseated. She swore to never partake in siphoning mana from anything ever again after what had happened to her family and the High Elfs. A large but gentle thud on her shoulder brought Bernadotte back to reality. Rexxar stood next to her, giving her an annoyed look through his wolfskin helm.

"I don't think this is the right time to be reminiscing about the past, little elf.", the orc said, he moved his hand on her shoulder and make her shake back and forth, "We need to be ready to move soon."

Bernadotte adjusted her gauntlets and tightened the wrist straps. She let out an annoyed but depressed huff. Bernadotte wasn't used to company, especially being to being followed around. Rexxar began following her around a couple of days after their encounter, he called himself her "bodyguard". Bernadotte grew irritated with him, but Emmarel, who was Bernadottes second in command, thought it was a good idea for him to be her bodyguard; since Bernadotte always got into trouble. Bernadotte gave Rexxar a glare before turning around.

"Wouldn't do us much good if they spotted us, huh?", Bernadotte said sarcastically, she scratched Baby's back and smirked, "Don't want to end up like Stormwinds king."

Val'Sharah was a beautiful, yet a dangerous place. The forests stretched for miles, and the trees stretched out to the sky. A light blue-purple haze lightly shaded the sky and the trees. Rexxar felt right at home, he chopped down some trees and made a small fire. The smell of sulfur still haunted Bernadottes nose, it felt like it would stick with her for years. The memories began to pour in again, from fighting to protect her prince in Outlands to running away from her family to find her own path. She knew her brothers were probably out looking for her, or probably gave up. The smell of jerky brought her back again, Rexxar had thrown some on the fire. Bernadotte shot him another glare.

"Don't you think that would attract attention?", she growled, pointing to the fire.

Rexxar returned her glare with a sarcastic smirk, "Can't fight demons on a empty stomach.", he jested, shoving a handful of jerky in his mouth.

Bernadotte's face twisted with annoyance and disgust. She should have known that he wasn't one for manners either. She rolled her eyes and huffed. She looked at her pet who slept next to her and ran her fingers through her fur. Silence filled the camp as they had some jerky and water. Bernadotte looked down at the ground as she ate. These thoughts just won't leave me, she thought to herself. She thought she'd never smell sulfur ever again, but she was wrong. With the Burning Legion invading Azeroth, she grew more concerned for her sanity than her own health. Every time she closed her eyes to sleep, her mind would be flooded with nightmares. Gruesome nightmares, the one's she didn't want to see. Bernadotte felt a pebble hit her forehead. She snapped her eyes open to see Rexxar giving her a concerned, but annoyed look.

"You've been spacing out ever since we got close to this camp,", he growled, "Talk to me, commander."

Bernadotte squinted her eyes and raised an eyebrow, "Talk to you about what?", she questioned angrily, her tone of voice made Rexxar flinch.

"You have that look in your eye...", he said, "The look of despair and of pain."

Bernadotte sighed sorrowfully, she's never been cornered like this. She never talked about her emotions, not even to her brothers. Bernadotte began to remove her armor slowly. She removed her shoulder guards first and worked her way down to her wrist gauntlets, she stopped when Rexxar let out a angry "What are you doing?!"

"I'm getting ready to sleep," she answered back as she took off her chestplate and belt, revealing a loose shirt underneath, "Do you have a problem?"

"Yes, in fact I do!", he shouted, "What if the enemy ambushes us?"

Bernadotte rolled her eyes out of irritation as she continued to toss her armor off. She grabbed her sleeping furs and spread them out on the ground; she flopped down on them angrily and covered herself with them, making herself look like a cocoon. Rexxar huffed and rolled his eyes, feeding Misha and Baby a large piece of jerky. He patted them both on the heads before turning in for the night. He smothered the fire out and prepared his sleeping furs. They both needed sleep, for tomorrow, they had a scouting mission to complete on the nearby fel camp.

The night passed as quickly as it came, but to Bernadotte it seemed it was too long. Her nightmares returned, she dreamed that she kept dying in brutal ways. The way the Horde's late Warchief and the Alliance's king died haunted her; she didn't want to die painfully from being poisoned or being disintegrated. She twisted and turned in her sleep; yelped and called out. Rexxar woke up to the sounds of the blood elf commander crying in her sleep. She was rather loud.

The morning sun rose over the green and purple peaks, shining through the trees. Rexxar tried to wake Bernadotte, but to no avail. She was a very hard sleeper; even if the world around her exploded, she wouldn't wake up. Rexxar let out an annoyed grunt before wondering off into the nearby woods for some more firewood. Bernadotte laid still, as if she were dead. The smell of sulfur lingered around the camp. Bernadotte managed to wake herself as she smelt the lingering sulfur. She hated it.

"Why did they have to send me out here?", she asked herself, lifting herself off her sleeping furs.

Bernadotte stretched and let out a strained noise as she rolled her shoulders. For being 453, she still felt pretty limber. Rexxar covered his face as he approached the game. She was still in her underwear and a flimsy short white shirt that covered her chest. He walked into a tree and tripped over a rock as he covered his face. He grabbed a piece of the commander's armor and tossed it to her casually. Bernadotte cocked an eyebrow and gave him a confused look.

"Please, put your armor on..", Rexxar pleaded, still covering his face.

"Why?", Bernadotte snapped back, "It's actually quite breezy."

"You mean quite embarrassing.", Rexxar retorted, tossing his commander another piece of chest armor.

Bernadotte rolled her eyes, she never knew the Champion of the Horde was a shy fellow around women. She put her boots on before sitting back down on her sleeping furs and glared at her bodyguard.

"What's the report?", she questioned as she put on her leggings for her leg armor.

"The what?", Rexxar questioned back, peaking through his fingers.

Bernadotte rolled her eyes again, she tightened the strings around the waist of the leggings. She grabbed her brown, wood like leg plates and strapped them around her legs; one by one.

"You went out to scout, did you not?", she said, annoyed.

"Oh!", Rexxar acknowledged, he pulled out a piece of map from his back pouch and unwrinkled it, smoothing the paper out on a tree, "The demons haven't moved since this morning, but it seems as if they've brought in more prisoners."

"More than usual?", Bernadotte questioned.

Rexxar nodded his head, "There seems to be more blood elf prisoners.", he explained, "Seems as if they got near a Reliquary site."

Bernadotte shook her head and held the bridge of her nose, she continued to put her on her armor. Rexxar and Bernadotte advanced for the Fel camp after sitting around for an hour, eating breakfast. Bernadotte and Rexxar stood at the edge of a cliff looking down the Fel camp. The screams and cries of the prisoners filled the quiet morning air, it chilled Bernadotte to her very bones. The demons were torturing their prisoners mercilessly. There were no qualms as demon torturers tossed bodies into a green fel fire. The soul engine hummed loudly and lit up like a tree on Winter's Veil. The smell of charred, burned bodies filled Bernadottes and Rexxars nose. Bernadotte felt like vomiting, to her, it felt like the scourge had invaded her home again. Rexxar ran his large fingers through his pet's fur and gave Bernadotte a concerned face. He had encountered the Burning Legion and their cruel methods before, but nothing like this.

"How should we go about this, Commander?", he asked wearily.

Bernadotte put her right hand to her face, covering half of her face to stop the smell of bodies and sulfur going into her nose. The lump in her throat grew bigger, it felt hard to swallow now. The fear slowly built up inside of her, this fear she hadn't felt since 18 years ago. They continued to slowly advance towards the camp, just small baby steps. They didn't want to risk detection.

"We'll set off a distraction,", Bernadotte explained quietly, "and then we help those prisoners."

"And how do we go about doing that?", Rexxar asked, his hands gripped his two axes.

Bernadotte shrugged, "We'll find a way, we always do.", she said as she slowly moved again, towards a large shrub.