Chapter Two - Welcome to my home

Cairaeleen had carried the human woman for the last thirty minutes through the Eversong forest. She managed to avoid the patrols, which were walking on their routes around the forest, because she knew their routes very well. The woman in her arms had started to shiver and her skin felt a bit colder than before. Cairaeleen knew that she had to get to her home as fast as possible and take care of this human.

The thought about helping a human still felt wrong for her but not as wrong as leaving her alone or giving her to the Silvermoon guards. She still struggled with her decisions but seeing this woman as a living being instead of a member of the Alliance made it easier for Cairaeleen to carry her with each step she made. She came to the end of the forests and observed her surroundings before she stepped out of it. She had spotted no Silvermoon guards or any inhabitant of Quel'Thalas. The march to her village would take at least thirty minutes with this woman in her arms, although she wasn't very heavy. It seemed that she was a bit underweighted. Without her she would reach her village in fifteen minutes. But she had decided to help this woman and nothing would change her mind, if she had put something in her mind. Whenever she decided to do something she will do it no matter what its consequences will be.

She walked out of the forest, she avoided the plastered road and followed the path a few meters away on the right side of the road. She was lucky that nobody had spotted her during this walk of thirty minutes. Finally she saw the outlines of the first houses her village in the distance. The outlines formed into detailed forms of two small houses, which were made out of bricks plastered with a silver coloured mass while she continued walking. The night already fell and it was pitch-dark, only the candles and lanterns enlightened the road and the area around the two houses. Fortunately she hadn't arrived at the main entrance or a side entrance, so no guard was there who could spot her. She walked to the two houses and passed the path between them. In front of her were three other houses, the path split and dispersed in two directions.

Cairaeleen followed the left path and spotted a white blanket which lay on top of a large vegetable wheelbarrow. She walked to the wheelbarrow and made sure that nobody watched her, before she pulled the blanket off and placed it on the ground. She laid the woman on top of it and wrapped the blanket around her entire body. She bundle up and made sure that the woman was able to breathe before she followed the path again. She spotted her house about twenty meters in the distance. Her house was also made out of bricks but these brick walls were surrounded by another layer, made out of wood. Because of the well payment as a lieutenant it was possible for her to have a house, which was a bit larger and firmer than the other houses in the village.

She was only a few meters away from her house as she heard a familiar voice. She turned around and spotted her best friend. Her best friend was a petite mage who wore red robes and carried a thick spell book under her right arm. She had short brown hair, which only reached to the spot where the head met the neck. Her left ear was decorated by the same pricing Cairaeleen had and a small tattoo of a butterfly was almost hidden behind the same ear.

"A hello Daynlia. It's nice to meet you at this late hour"

"It's nice to see you. I would hug you but it seems that your hands are busy. What are you carrying? I hope it's not Vaero. I mean this son of a bitch deserves it but I don't want to see you in a women's prison with all these masculine orc women who would try to rape you because they hadn't got sex with a man or woman for ages"

"Don't worry it's not him" Cairaeleen answered with a small smile on her lips.

"What or who is it then?"

"It's a dead ghoul" Cairaeleen lied, hoping that her best friend would stop asking. Nobody liked to see these ugly and foul creatures but Daynlia was special, she was a bit weird and crazy sometimes. She was a very vivid and curious person who wanted to know everything. During her free time she visited the grand archive most of the time. She spent hours with reading various thick books every day.

"A ghoul? A real ghoul? I thought most of them had been driven out of Quel'Thalas. I had heard that a few of them are on the Dead Scar but this is a far away from your usual patrol routes"

"I found it very far in the Eversong forest. I'm not sure how it did came this far and why it did that. But I killed it and now I want to examine its wounds because I strengthened by sword with a special rune and I want to see if it's effective against them or not" Cairaeleen lied again.

"I want to see him too. Please Cairaeleen, let me see it" Daynlia said with a pushing tone in her voice.

"I don't think you want to see it" Cairaeleen responded. She wasn't sure if her best friend would think the same as her and wouldn't say anything to anyone if she would show her the human. She decided that it was the best not to involve her best friend. Not now at least…

"But I want to see it. PLEEEEEEASEEEEE" Daynlia said almost whiny. She tried to strip the blanket off but Cairaeleen prevented that by stepping away in the last moment.

"I'm too exhausted at the moment. I just want to sleep. Maybe tomorrow"

"Fine" Daynlia said a bit disappointed.

"Good night Daynlia"

"Good night sweetie" Daynlia responded and walked away with her hand hung low.

Cairaeleen signed and placed the bundle on her veranda. She pulled her keys out of her bum bag and opened the door. She picked the bundle up and walked to her bed. She placed the bundle on it and started to unwrap it until the woman was free. Cairaeleen checked her breath and her pulse, she was glad that the woman was still alive. She placed her hand on the woman's forehead and noticed that she was really warm while the rest of her body was cold. Cairaeleen rushed to her storage room and came back with a piece of cloth and a bucket filled with cold water.

She dipped the piece in the water and placed it on the woman's forehead. She rushed to her cupboard and searched through the drawers until she found for what she was looking for. She hastily pulled the bandages out of the drawer, almost dropping them. Then she went back to the human and started to dress the wound in the woman's left upper thigh. She fixed it tight enough so that the bleeding stopped after a few minutes then she dressed the lacerated wound on her head. She lifted the raven haired woman's left forearm a bit and observed her hand. Its swelling had been increased over the past half hour and the hand's skin colour had completely changed to dark purple.

She put another piece of cloth into the water bucket and wrapped the piece around the woman's broken hand. Unfortunately Cairaeleen was a warrior and not a paladin or a priest but she was very familiar with first aid or treating broken limbs. She could treat the broken hand and broken fingers of that woman but she needed some health aid. If she wouldn't treat them the chance that her fingers become crooked after healing, would be very high. She could craft something, which would look like a wooden glove and would guarantee that the fingers wouldn't become crooked. But that would require some time and a lot of small branches, which would also mean that she had to go back in the forest and collect them. Cairaeleen wasn't sure if she should let the woman alone in her home. The woman could wake up and get in panic, ran out of the house and get caught by the guards. The chance that she will awake soon is low but it's still not impossible.

Cairaeleen stood up and walked rounds in her bed room as she thought about what she should do. If somebody would spot her collecting branches after nightfall the person would either think that she was crazy, hiding or planning something. It would be a risk to leave that woman alone and look for branches but it was the necessary if she wanted to take care of all wounds of the human. She went back to her storage room and looked for branches or wooden sticks but she found not a single one of them. She signed as she realized that she had to go back to the forest. Or she could look around in the village if she would find a few branches next to the house of the woodcutter.

Cairaeleen made sure that all of her windows were closed and her cupboards, drawers and doors were locked. She was able to speak and write the human language, so she started to write a note and placed it on the woman's upper body. The note turned out to have the length of a letter which purpose was to calm the woman down and prevent that she will break out in panic if she awakes while Cairaeleen wasn't at home. She took her keys and walked out her house, locking the door behind her. She turned around and spotted Vaero who stood directly in front of her.

"Look who have we here. Do you miss me babe?" Vaero asked with a self-confident grin on his face.

"No not really" Cairaeleen responded coldly.

"So why are you sneaking out then like the good old times were you wanted to see me?"

"That's none of your businesses"

"It is I'm your captain"

"You are A captain but not MY captain. I don't have to tell you anything about my private life no matter if we are on duty or not" Cairaeleen responded and shot a deadly glare at her ex-lover.

"Oh c'mon I know that you want me you just are too proud to say it" Vaero said and pushed her against her door, his face came closer until it was only a few centimeters away from hers.

"Get away from me" Cairaeleen hissed and pushed him forcefully away. He snarled in anger and tried to press her against the door but she was faster and jumped to the side, avoiding his attempt. He turned around but she pushed him to the ground so that he landed on the muddy ground, his face landed in a dirty puddle. She used that opportunity and ran away as fast as she could. She turned around only one time to look what he was doing. He had needed a few moments to fully realize what had happened. He stood up in the same moment as Cairaeleen disappeared behind the corner of a house and she turned off to the path on the left side. She ran as fast as she could until she was sure that he wasn't following her anymore.

She observed her surroundings and noticed that the hut of the woodcutter wasn't far away. She followed the path until she reached the hut. The hut was very small and made out of wood. In front of the hut was a small garden, on which stood various stacks of different kind of wood. She opened the small door of the small fence around the plot of land of the woodcutter. She walked through the door and started looking around for branches. She found a few ones and pulled about twenty of branches up, which were at least thirty centimeters long. She pulled a few silver coins out of her belt and placed it on the chopping block next to the staples of wood. She stuck the staple beneath her left arm and started to run back to her house.

Cairaeleen arrived at her house without getting seen by anyone. She unlocked her door and slipped quickly inside, locking the door behind her. She rushed to the bed, noticing that the pretty woman, with hair black as the night, was still unconsciousness. Cairaeleen sat on the bed and put the piece of cloth, on the woman's head, back in the water bucket. She wringed it out and placed it back on the woman's forehead. She checked the breath and the pulse of the human again. She also noticed that her forehead was still hot so she placed another wet piece of cloth on it. She took the measure of the human's hand then she walked with the branches to the table in her living room. She started put the branches together until she had built a construct, which would stretch the woman's fingers and prevent that they would be crooked after the end of the healing process.

The elf took that construct and carefully inserted the human's hand in it. She had to reposition some of these branches but in the end it fit very well. It kept enough pressure on the fingers to hold them in the correct position without hurting the woman. Cairaeleen walked to the bathroom and came back with another water bucket and a sponge. She walked to her living room and took a few piece of wood, which were stapled in front of the chimney and threw them in it. Cairaeleen was not able to use magic so she had to do it the traditional way and ignited them with the help of two fire stones. She heated up the water inside the bucket for a few minutes until it was warm enough for washing someone. She took the bucket off and walked back to her bedroom. She dipped the sponge in the water and started to clean the woman's upper body after she had undressed her. She noticed that her skin was really dirty and covered by a lot of dried blood.

Cairaeleen struggled to not stare at the human's breasts although they were not as large as hers. Her finger tips started to tingle and the feeling of excitement started to grow in her. She couldn't take her eyes off the woman's bare upper body, after it was cleaned. She felt the excitement grow inside her, her other hand started to move slowly towards the human's breasts. It felt like the elf had no control over her body. The elf's hand almost touched the human's breasts as she regained the control over her body and drew her hand back. She shook her head and tried hard to not think about the woman's curved body, her beautiful face and her smooth skin. She tried to think about her duty and her family but whenever she thought about something else, her thoughts went back to human's curves and her sexy upper thighs.

Cairaeleen placed the sponge on the raven head's left upper thigh and cleaned it carefully without coming to close of the bandaged wound. Her gaze was so focused on the right upper thigh as she cleaned it so that she didn't notice that the human woman had opened her eyes and stared at her. The human looked around and wondered what was going on. Her heart in her chest was beating very fast although it seemed for her that she was safe. She was glad that she wasn't dead or locked in a prison cell. She noticed that she sat on a bed in a lovely decorated chamber with furniture made out of rare wood. She looked down at the blood elf with honey coloured hair, who kneeled between her legs and cleaned her body.

The raven head blushed slightly at the thought what women between her legs would normally do in this position. She shifted her head a bit, banishing that inappropriate thought in this situation. She wondered who this blood elf was and why she had saved her and instead of bringing her to a guard or leaving her in the forest. She didn't know where she was and how this situation and her journey will end but somehow she wanted to know more about this woman. It was strange because this woman was a blood elf and belonged to the Horde, technically she was her enemy but this elf was helping her although the elf knew that she was a human from the Alliance. She wanted to know why this elf was helping her.

"Ehmm… Hello" the human said in a low voice. Cairaeleen stopped her action immediately and lifted her head slowly until she looked in the beautiful face of the raven haired human.

"Oh you are awake" Cairaeleen answered with a polite smile on her face.