As I descended on the balcony below, I murmured the word, "Sleep," under my breath and watched the Sentinels fall to the floor and on top of each other in a deep sleep. My wings were semi-wrapped around my body, but nonetheless, Nolava was out of view. My bare feet touched the wooden balcony with grace and I saw the brilliant yellow and green of Tyrande Whisperwind get ready to attack.

No words needed to be said. I had no need to explain myself. I simply spread my wings and revealed the child. Tyrande dropped her fists in shock. Nolava was deep asleep, nestled in my arms now.

"How did you-?" she began, "Did you-?" She paused. "Is it yours?"

"No," I said, "I think I saved her. I don't know. I killed a bunch of Blood Elves who killed everyone in her town."

"You saved her from a Cleansing Raid?" Tyrande asked.

"I guess. I had no idea those filthy excuses of life were doing such a thing," I half-growled, "I WILL put an end to it. What pathetic excuse for life decided to do this?"

"That's not your battle. And that pathetic excuse for life's name is Therem," Tyrande said, "I think your battle is much deeper than that. You do realize that I, the rest of the Alliance, and the Horde are your enemies, no?"

"We are not enemies," I said, "Not in this battle. Not this time. Kil'Jaeden is actually coming to fight, to aid the Burning Legion. Though we may be enemies all around, Kil'Jaeden is our common enemy." I paused, wondering if I could tell her about my trip to Naxxramas. "Do you know of Heigan the Unclean? I've seen his visions of my descent into madness. I'm experiencing glimpses of it already." Tyrande started to stifle sobs that made her jerk in random tremors. "Did I do something wrong?"

"You remind me of Illidan," she murmured. I walked up to her. But then I forgot what to do. Do I hug her? Pat her? Let her cry it out. I settled on the pat on the arm. I know it was supposed to feel comforting, but it felt hollow. She semi-smiled at me, attempting to gain composure.

"I like your braid," she complimented trying to change the subject. I had no idea how it was still in.

"I thought Kil'Jaeden was on your side," Tyrande said, getting back on topic. "And what do we have to do with Heigan's visions?"

"I don't think Kil'Jaeden likes that Sargeras has a new puppet," I explained. "I will fight alongside the Horde and Alliance. But the Burning Legion won't know until I'm killing them." I paused for a brief second organizing the chaotic visions of Heigan's I saw in the wall. I was standing alongside of Kil'Jaeden's body. A dark, black blur lay at my feet. Then a light, white blur lay at my feet. Though amongst it is still a black blur and I pick it up and walk away. I pressed my hand to Tyrande's shoulder in attempt to pass it all onto her.

I stand before Tyrande Whisperwind, Malfurion Stormrage, Jaina Proudmoore, Tandred Proudmoore, Magni Bronzebeard, Gelbin Mekkatorque, Ishanah, Thrall, Rastakham, and Sylvanas. We all stand in 

Shadowmoon Valley outside of the Black Temple. I watch as there joint forces fly forward into battle against the Burning Legion. Kil'Jaeden rises tall above us all. We all quiver in mild fear, but can lie and say its shivers due to the cold rain. The dark blur and I launch ourselves toward Kil'Jaeden. I pulled my hand off of Tyrande's shoulder. She looked at me.

"There once was a group who could handle this," she explained, "They were mercenaries, you could call them. Three Night Elves, a Dwarf, a Gnome, and a Dreanei who could take on anything. Have you ever heard of them?"

I expected to feel the searing sensation in my mouth, but I remembered I had just claimed lives and wrecked a party, so I supposed I was okay. "Yeah, once, I did. But it feels more like a dream than a story now."

"I wish they were here," Tyrande half-whispered. Yeah, I wish all of them were here too. "They could handle this. What do you need me to do?"

"First, I need you to convince everyone to attack the Burning Legion soldiers," I said, "Second; I need you to take this kid." She raised an eyebrow. "I can't take her back to the Black Temple with me. Please."

"What will my husband say?" she whispered, "I don't think he even wants kids."

I handed her the little girl. And began to take off. "I think Illidan might've." Before, she could say anything else, I was gone.