I flew, not walked, ran, or crawled, but flew in rage down to the room where I knew they would be. I was crying tears of rage, flowing through my body were a mixture of pure rage and adrenaline. Achmed or whatever was sitting in a chair sleeping on the table as his rotting flesh fell off with his breathing. Kil'Jaeden and Archimonde where no where in sight.

"KIL'JAEDEN!!" I screamed. The undying dude, startled and spooked, flew out of his chair. Then the red, transparent version of Kil'Jaeden descended from about 6 feet from the ground.

"Yes? What can I do for you?" he asked in a dull tone.

"Don't act so nonchalant!!" I yelled louder. This caused the deep blue transparent version of Archimonde to descend from the opposite end of the room.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Ask this bastard!" I accused pointing at Kil'Jaeden.

"What did I do?" Kil'Jaeden asked.

"Don't act like you don't know," I said, "What the FUCK did you do to me?"

"Okay, let's get this straight," Kil'Jaeden said, the dull leaving his tone, "If you're going to accuse me of something that seems quite traumatizing I'd at least like to know what I'm being credited for."

"You fucking know, you lying sonvabitch!" I roared.

"Yes, Eternus, I'd like to know what Kil'Jaeden did, too," Archimonde added. A voice, raspy and loud, echoed throughout the Black Temple.

"If I were you, I wouldn't tell them about that dream," the voice said. That was the third voice today. Well, the first one was actually a night elf trying to kill me and broke a rule punishable by death and let me go. The second one was supposedly a dream. This new voice, this third voice, seemed to not affect the other people in the room.

"He put a spell on me!" I said, taking the voice's advice.

"Bullshit I did!" Kil'Jaeden boomed. And then our attention was drawn to the undying guy's scream of pain. But for a moment there I thought I had detected a hint of rage. But then he stood up, with Sargeras's eyes and aura.

"Kil'Jaeden, Archimonde," he greeted. And then he stood in front of me. He put his puppet's rotting hand in mine. "Miss Eternus." I waved back.

"Now, I understand that there is a little dispute," Sargeras said, flashing the spirit forms a glance that made both of them fade a bit.

"He's a scary fuck, isn't he?" the voice said, "Beware, he's the one you might be concerned about the spell casting." Sargeras seemed to be unaware of the voice too. It had to be in my head again.

"Yes, sir," I said, "Kil'Jaeden put a spell on me." He placed his puppet's decaying hand around my shoulder and as it touched my shoulder, I could feel my eyes widen in shock. I'm sure they widened more when a piece of rotting flesh fell off. That's probably why Archimonde faded all the way to hide the laughter.

"Now Kil'Jaeden, you know I desire it that my pupil was not put under spells," Sargeras said, coldly. Kil'Jaeden nodded. "But Miss Eternus, you must not be so quick to judge. Some things are not as they same, as well as people." And then I felt it. It was a spell set in my shoulder. I wouldn't have noticed it if the voice hadn't warned me. Quickly, I counter spelled it under my breath. "Now, I hope the disputes will be few in the future." As Sargeras separated himself from his puppet, his puppet fell to the ground.

"Now, come up to your room and I will reveal myself," the raspy voice echoed throughout the Temple again. I took this opportunity and flew up the stairs.

"Where is she rushing off to?" I heard Archimonde asked.

"Dunno. Sargeras probably scared her," Kil'Jaeden answered.

"I think Sargeras scared you," Archimonde said.

"Bullshit he did! I'm Kil'Jaeden, so nothing scares me," he arrogantly said.

As I dashed into the room I called mine, a brick of emotions hit me over the head. I collapsed onto the big circular bed, dizzied. I groaned at all the emotions I was experiencing. First there was an over-whelming amount of confusion, followed by betrayal, then sorrow, anger, lust, depression, happiness, and sorrow and betrayal once more.

"Do you feel that?" the raspy voice asked. I nodded, noticing my mouth was dry. "Those are all my emotions. Unfortunately, the feeling is mutual and I am experiencing all of your emotions." There was a pause. "You're quite the sad one."

"Shut up!" I snapped. I really wasn't quite sure why I was so mad. I hope that bastard felt every stab of sorrow and pain I ever felt. But then I remembered that I was happy once, before I was this. This guy seemed miserable.

"You don't know who I am, and yet you yell at me, even we're so much alike," the voice droned on, "Do you want to know who I am?"

"No," I sarcastically said, "Because that's not the reason why I followed your instructions."

"If you're going to be sarcastic, maybe I won't offer my help," the voice boomed. I really didn't know what I needed help with, but this guy really thinks I need him. "I was told that my spirit was not allowed 

to pass over when I died. I was told that my purpose in this life was not yet fulfilled, and that death was only my beginning. I was told no one would be able to hear me, see me, feel me, smell me, taste me, or even sense my presence except the one who I needed to help."

"Are you sure it's me?" I asked.

"Do you hear me?"

"Yes,"

"Do you sense my presence?"

"Yes," And with my response, stepping out of the shadows was the spirit of Illidan Stormrage, looking as torn as ever. However, he had his amber eyes again, as well has his wings and his cryptic markings.

"Do you see me?" he asked.

"Yes…but I don't believe it,"

"Why? Don't you believe all of the stuff that's happening to you right now? Why not add something else that's weird to the list of weird things?" he asked. I see what he meant. And why not have another mentor? After all, it was him who I am taking after.

"What happens if I decline your offer?" I asked to be a bitch. I felt like I was getting really good at that.

"Then I become a lost soul, vacant as Tanaris, and lose all my memories of my previous life. Then I slowly slip away to nothingness," Illidan explained, "Why do you ask?"

"You said that no one can see you, right?" I asked again. I don't think that Kil'Jaeden would be too thrilled with this. He nodded. "As long as you can help me, I guess." Then a green light circled our right wrists, it became tighter and tighter until it formed a twined vine bracelet. I looked at it curiously.

"It means we are bound through a soul oath," Illidan explained again, "And the Emerald Dream expects us both to hold up our ends." I nodded in understanding. What I didn't understand was what I was supposed to uphold. However, I figured not to ask, so I didn't sound stupid. "Now," Illidan continued, "Rest well tonight, Eternus, because tomorrow, I'm going to teach you a few tricks."