I didn't feel any warmth on my face, so I guessed it was late or cloudy. I was on top of the great Sapphiron's back, grasping his great bones, and we were flying to the Molten Core.
"I want to tell you something," I said to Sapphiron, "It's how my finace, Orian, died." I cringed at the word died. Suddenly, like I saw everyone in Naxxramas, I saw that rainy night.
The rain had started to pour down hard now. I approached the clearing where Orian and a hooded figure dueling with swords. They were thrashing about, clanging swords, and jumping off of trees in a desperate attempt to kill each other.
I nocked an arrow and fired. The hooded figure noted my arrow just in time. Its hands began to glow a deep green and it sent the arrow soaring back at me. Orian hopped in the arrow's path and sliced it in half with his glowing weapon. He stood defensively in front of me.
"You should've stayed home," Orian said over the thunder rumbling in the distance, "I can handle this fucker myself."
"Ha! Like I'd let you have any fun without me!" I exclaimed.
"Get ready," he yelled but the thunder drowned his cry out. The figure moved darkly toward us, lightening illuminating the background, making the hooded figure a monster from a nightmare. Orian jumped off the ground in a fury and attacked the hooded figure with headlong. Though the figure parried his every move and attacked with just as much force.
I fired another arrow, this time with the force of arcane power behind it, and it struck him in his hand. The sword flew feet away from him. He shoved Orian back with the telekinetic power he possessed and charged toward me. Orian snarled and flew to his feet and darted at him.
He was a little too late though. The figure had pinned me up against the tree and was holding Orian's sword to my neck. The rain had started to fall by now. My short teal hair clung to my face and the hooded figure's cloak was now clinging to his figure. He started to chuckle. I shivered; partly due to the rain, and partly because I was scared. Orian ran at him. But the cloaked man turned around and the next events passed over the course of 30 seconds.
The sword went into Orian's side.
The caped man pulled it out and laughed.
I leaped from my position on the ground at the man.
I wrapped my fingers around his face and snapped his neck so hard his head did a 360 degree circle.
Then I fell to Orian's side.
"Orian?" I cried. "Orian, its fine. You're going to be okay."I pressed my face to his chest. His heart was beating irregularly. "Please, stay with me." I began to shake in uncontrollable sobs.
"Eternus, Eternus, its okay. I'll be waiting for you in the Emerald Dream," he comforted. He lifted one hand feebly and stroked my head. "I'll be there waiting for you until you get there."
"No, please don't talk like that. You have to stay here. Please," I begged. "Please, please, please, please-"my endless begging trailed off into wails. He lifted my face up by my chin, the way he always did to kiss me good morning. He stared deep into my eyes.
"I love you," he whispered, "I love you so much." I pressed his lips to mine with every bit of strength he had left. I kissed him back.
"I love you too," I sobbed back. Orian smiled and fell back in the mud. I continued to lie on his lifeless chest for awhile, crying as the rain fell down harder than before. I screamed in rage periodically, but mostly I just cried.
My body heaved and shook like I was crying but I couldn't cry because I had no tear ducts. Sapphiron reached up and grabbed me off its back and hugged me close to its body. I saw two blue arms over mine, but I felt nothing. Illidan was holding me too. Even though I was being hugged by an undead dragon and a spirit only I could see, I hadn't felt more alone ever. Then I felt it. I had ignored it when Kel'Thuzad handed me our rings but now it was almost unbearable. I pulled away from the two. Though I noted that Sapphiron had scarlet on its blue arm that held me.
"You have the rest of your arcane tattoos," Illidan said. "They are completely identical to the ones on your right, if you're curious to what they look like."
"I…have to kill something," I mumbled, barely even able to speak with the burning sensation in my mouth. And, as if someone heard my demand, we saw a fire in the distance. Upon a closer glance, we noted it was a village. "I…have to kill something." The desire to spill blood was too strong. I flew fast to the fire.
People were running and screaming. Yet, all of them seemed to find their death one way or another. They were Night Elves, all being ruthlessly slaughtered by Blood Elves. I felt a snarl escape my lips as my desire to kill was mixed with rage. I flew into the village on fire and summoned my Warglaive of Azzinoth. I did a flip in the air while killing two Blood Elf paladins it looked to be.
Their yellow lights fluttered out before they hit the ground. I saw more yellow and purple lights dart to me. But I merely chuckled eagerly and darkly.
"And you thought you weren't prepared for Illidan," I growled. They all paused for a brief second but continued they're attack. I raised my free hand in the air, casting a spell on them. They were all blind; sight completely gone. I flew at them slaying each of them with my Warglaive as I passed. "I only blinded you to show you what you did to the people of these villages." Then, I noticed that one of them was still alive. Actually walking to where he had fallen, I grabbed him by his throat and held him on the air. His feet kicked to find the ground.
"Why did you come here?" I demanded, "What purpose did all this have?"
"Heh," he chuckled. "You are so cut off from the world. The High Elves have declared a cleansing upon the Night Elves." I shook him.
"What do you mean by 'cleansing,'?" I screamed. And then I dropped him in realization. "Genocide." I began kicking the filthy Blood Elf until I heard a little squeak from behind me. I turned around and gasped.
Immediately, I stopped kicking the Blood Elf. "Go," I growled at him, "Tell your leader to discontinue this 'cleansing,' or else he will have to face me…" the bloody Blood Elf scampered off. I stared at the almost blinding white light staring back at me. I took a step closer and it took a step back.
"I don't want to hurt you," I whispered, "I just can't see you clearly." I watched the blinding light get closer to me. As it began to take shape, I gasped.
"Explain to me, again, why you have a Night Elf child in your arms," Illidan asked.
"Those Blood Elves killed her parents! I wasn't just going to leave her there," I explained for the third time. I looked at the scared little child I held in my arms on top of the dragons back.
"You can't take her back to the Black Temple with you," Illidan shouted. "And you can't take her into the Molten Core. She'd burn up! You, Sapphrion, and I are heat resistant."
"Who are you talking to?" the little girl asked me. I forgot only I could see Illidan.
"I'm talking to my conscious," I explained to the child. "Illidan, you're becoming less visible."
"And You're changing the subject," Illidan said.
I turned to the little Night Elf girl. "What's you name?"
"Nolava," she greeted. "You're not talking me to an orphanage are you?"
"Damn this little brat," Illidan growled, "That was my next suggestion."
"No, no," I assured her. "I had somewhere else in mind."
"Sapphiron," I called out to the dragon. "I need you to take us to the Island Teldrasil."