This is becoming more fun to write as the story progresses XD Sorry, if it's confusing (I know there's a lot going on) But it should become clearer as things move on.

Sometime I like adding new characters, and sometimes I don't...but I've got a hopeful feeling about the Draenei. I really hope you guys are enjoying it so far :P

Also, I'll try not to post chapters as slowly as I have been. I like to stay consistent, but things tend to get in the way~

*Disclaimer is the same

The duo gawked at me as if I'd just told them that my secret identity was actually the great Malfurion Stormrage himself. Now, that would definitely have been interesting. Nonetheless, it came across that perhaps there was more to my name than I realized. Allacaya didn't seem to mean anything special…but Dawnweaver… Well, they definitely appeared to think something of it. All was still in the small clearing, save for the natural dancing of the fire between the three of us. Seconds ticked by, converging into minutes. My palms began to sweat, and my hair began to tickle as the energy in the air began to increase. I felt exposed, lost, and bewildered in the face of an overwhelming fate that I had no former knowledge of. If I was as impossible as Caldur had claimed, then who exactly was I?

I was thankful when the Hunter finally broke the silence. He cleared his throat, yet his eyes didn't so much as flicker from my face. It was rather eerie actually… It was more like he was looking through me than at me—like he was seeing someone else. Perhaps he was.

"Dawnweaver?" the tall Night Elf inquired, as if doubtful whether he had heard correctly the first time.

After a moment's hesitation, I nodded in confirmation. He sucked in a quick breath and glanced over at Caldur, who of which was still staring at me dubiously.

"What…you mean—she couldn't possibly be-"

Caldur jerked his head to share a similar look of amazement with his "friend".

"No way. She can't be," the Druid lifted a hand to scratch his head in bafflement, "Then again, she said she doesn't remember…"

"Her parents?"

"Anything about her early past. Maybe they tried to hide her."

"What for?"

"Protection?"

"They could've just changed her name. She looks just like any other Night Elf back in Lor'danel."

Caldur opened his mouth to respond, however, my patience had pretty much worn thin at that point. I crossed my arms and lifted my chin commandingly whilst whistling sharply to gain their attention. I received mirror blinks of confusion.

"What sort of courtesy were the pair of you brought up with thinking that you can just go about talking about a girl when she's standing right here?" when neither of them offered to defend themselves, I continued, "Apparently, both of you know more about me than I do…care to elaborate?"

That seemed to push things back into place. The old Caldur sparked back to life in an instant. A wide grin crossed his face as he clapped the Hunter on the shoulder heartily, earning a displeased grunt in return, and raised his arms in the air above him.

"Allaberry! How long have you been standing there? It's not polite to eavesdrop, you know," he chided with a childish pout.

I fumed silently but bit the inside of my cheek to keep from shouting at the damn fool. Honestly, whatever went on inside that cotton-stuffed head of his was far beyond me. Instead of complaining, though, I decided to humor him. I mocked a swift curtsy, feeling my dignity plummet and blink out in the process. Nevertheless, with Caldur, it would seem that playing along was the only way to get anything useful out of him.

"Oh, do forgive me, your great Druidness. I only wish to inquire about the subject you and your servant are discussing." That last bit was a little unexpected, but it would do.

Unandel was obviously irked by it, though. He grumbled incoherent obscenities whilst Caldur patted his head comfortingly. The Druid, on the other hand, appeared to be very much amused by the prospect.

"Oh, yes," he fiddled with the Hunter's long braid, "that subject. Well, it evidently concerns you."

I stifled a scowl.

"Yes, I gathered as much. What else?"

The lavender-haired Night Elf spun in a circle around Unandel, prodding and poking the other as he did so.

"My servant and I, fortunately-"

"Unfortunately-" The Hunter growled.

"-are acquainted with this lovely Rogue and her equally lovely boyfriend, as you like to put it. We're all very good friends and know each other's darkest secrets," his golden eyes flashed ominously in my direction before just as quickly closing in pleasure, "Well, not all of them, it would seem."

I furrowed my brow, thoroughly lost.

"So, what does that have to do with me?"

In the blink of an eye, Caldur was leaning mere inches from my face, and I found myself too petrified by the sudden movement to flinch back. His sunflower breath caressed my nose. His honey-colored orbs entrapped mine, rendering me immobile.

"Everything," he whispered.

Every fiber of my being shivered as he slowly drew back. Everything? What does that even mean? It was then that Unandel decided to step in. The tall Hunter scoffed and whacked the other Night Elf on the head. As the Druid nursed the aching spot, Unandel approached me. I eyed him uncertainly. It took him awhile, but, eventually, he offered me a smile.

"Ignore him—he's obviously a psychotic idiot. We once lost him to Orcs back on a Northern Barrens mission, and we think they probably messed up his head… Well, more so than it already had been."

"Love you too," Caldur whined.

The Hunter continued.

"But, I'm sorry. If you don't even know who you are, then perhaps it was for a legitimate reason. If we told you what we thought then it might disable someone else's method of trying to protect you."

Beginning to feel hopeless, I gazed up at him pleadingly.

"Protect me from what?"

He sighed, a long, dreary sound that befitted the weary expression on his face.

"Who knows…" he turned to look at Caldur, "He's closer to Hum than I am, and even he doesn't know."

I rolled that around in my head for about a minute or so.

"Hum?"

Two pairs of eyes gleamed uncertainly before silver swiveled sideways to regard the surrounding trees and gold dropped to study the ground. It would seem I wasn't going to get any sort of a reasonable response out of either of them. What had I been expecting, anyway? Maybe I could figure it out on my own. I mean, didn't Nar figure out who his parents were by listening in on the townsfolk's murmurings? If I just hang around and listen in on their conversations a little more, then perhaps…

"Well, I'd better be off."

Caldur and I glanced up sharply at the Hunter. He scratched the back of his head and reached back to grab his bow. My Druid companion eyed him hesitantly.

"…You didn't come here to help, did you?"

Unandel scoffed.

"What do you think I'm doing now?" he reasoned, albeit cynically, "I came to warn you."

Caldur lifted a brow inquiringly. Upon reading the questionable look, the blue-haired Night Elf shook his head and pulled an arrow from his quiver.

"My aunt may be irrational in her idea of justice, but she is no fool. Don't think for one second that I am your ally, Cal. I'm not the only one she sent after you."

He notched the arrow and aimed it at the Druid's head. I tensed, fully prepared to rush forward and tackle the Hunter; however, the sight of a completely lax Caldur threw me off. The lavender-haired Night Elf simply poked the tip of the arrow experimentally.

"She let her pet out of its cage." It wasn't a question.

After a moment's worth of consideration, Unandel nodded stiffly. Caldur sighed.

"When?"

"Half an hour after you stole the Hippogryph."

The Druid let out a soft curse.

"We don't even have a minute to waste, then," golden eyes darted in my direction, "We need to leave, Allaberry."

The sudden turn of events and heightening action had my head spinning. What the hell was going on? Now that I think about it, I don't even know these people! I just helped save a guy, probably a criminal, let him drag me off and away from home, and now...now I'm on the run with him? Does that make me a criminal too? I gritted my teeth and curled my fingers into fists until the curves of my nails bit tiny crescents into my palms. This is all too much. Things are moving too quickly, and I just can't keep up.

Obstinately, I lifted my head and parted my lips, ready to protest; however, that's when the distant sound of something heavy thudding against the earth reached my ears. My pointed ears twitched at the uncomfortable vibration that resonated along with the presence of a sudden breeze. The azure leaves around us shook and waved wildly. Something wasn't right. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. My very core chilled. The vibration only increased, so I lifted my hands to cover my ears. What's going on?

"Run, Al!"

I jolted at the loud voice that echoed in my head. Who was that?

"Run!"

No, there wasn't time to worry about that. Right now…

"Caldur!"

The Druid swiveled around in my direction in the same instant that the vegetation on the far side of the clearing parted. I didn't pause to consider the ten-foot beast that hunched over in the ominous shadows of the surrounding trees. I didn't hesitate when it let out a bone-shaking roar that could be heard by just about every Draenei and creature within a one mile distance. No, because I had to run. We had to run. My hand found Caldur's, and I jerked him towards me as Unandel pivoted on his heel and fired his ready arrow at the shrouded monster. An ear-splitting howl cut through the air. The Hunter's long, teal braid flicked over his shoulder as he jumped back and notched another arrow. He tilted his head to spare us a brief, wild glance.

"I'll hold it off!"

The Druid I had a hold of froze mid-step, causing me to stumble slightly in my attempt at escaping.

"Wait, Unandel!"

I pulled at his wrist.

"Can't you see that he's trying to help?!"

Caldur glared at me with eyes as sharp as daggers. I'd never seen him look so furious before…or so afraid.

"I can't leave him."

My heart fluttered. The raw sorrow that hitched in his voice tore at my rationality. Nevertheless, the small shreds that remained were enough to keep me going. I knew that such an opportunity couldn't be wasted, no matter what the consequences may be. As long as we both got out of there alive, that's all that truly mattered. So, mustering up my courage, I glared right back. Sorry, Caldur…I'm about to be a huge jerk.

"What about your brother?" he flinched, "If you die here, then what will become of him?"

The Druid grimaced.

"I…don't plan on dying."

I pinched him. He hissed and jerked his arm free. Before he could so much as blink, though, I gripped onto his other wrist. Then, I forced him to hold my gaze. His pain-filled, but stunning golden eyes swam with a myriad number of emotions, some of which I couldn't even give a name to. Unandel must be quite a friend to have him contemplate his own life to this degree. I took a deep breath.

"Good. Then let's run."

"But, Unandel-"

I tightened my grip.

"Have faith in him," his wild orbs widened, "you know him far better than I, but I'm willing to place my trust in him."

Caldur paused, mulling it over in a conflicted manner. Another roar shook the world around us, followed quickly by the softer twang of a thick cord releasing an arrow.

Unandel's voice rang out one last time, "Say hi to Ven for me!"

Then the Druid ran.

Then we ran.

I didn't dare look back as we sprinted through the trees, dodging stray roots and pushing past dangling branches and vines. The sounds of the scuffle behind us began to fade the farther we went, until, eventually, not a grunt or growl could be heard. I'd never seen someone run so fast in my life either. Caldur was like a machine; I could hardly keep up with him. Being a Druid, he obviously had an advantage out here beneath the sanctuary of the trees, and I, despite the fact that I had grown up in the wild areas surrounding Lor'danel, had trouble keeping up. Still, I kept my eyes firmly fixated on the back of his head, refusing to lose sight of him as we traveled deeper and deeper into foreign territory.

Nonetheless, I had to blink. He vanished. My lungs heaved with the effort to carry on, but I did so anyway. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no… Where is he? I turned my head this way and that in an attempt to at least catch a glimpse of his familiar, lavender hair, yet I never did. That idiot. He's so blinded by his urgency to get as far away from Unandel so as not to stay and help that he's forced himself to not stop at all. Great! Just great… My feet started to throb, and my legs began to jar unevenly. Where am I supposed to go? I eased my pace a bit. That's when the panic began to settle in. I'm in the middle of some strange island with a bunch of Draenei that are likely to kill me on sight if they figure out who I am…and I'm alone. I'm alone. I haven't been alone since…since before I met Nar. This isn't good—definitely not good. I lifted my head.

"Caldur!" I called.

I skidded to a stop and waited, though hardly anything could be heard over the erratic pounding of my heart. My breaths came out fast and deep. I inhaled sharply.

"Cal-"

Thwack!

Pain pierced my leg. I let out a cry and felt my knee buckle beneath me despite my best efforts at staying up. My hands hit the ground, and I struggled to support myself. The soft sound of footsteps reached me as someone neared. I tensed and bit my tongue as another wave of pain passed over me. The movement stopped a couple feet away. I strained to look up, though I sort of wished I hadn't. My eyes first fell upon the familiar hooves that most associate with the Draenei, and then they ran up to scrutinize black, leather armor and a lowered bow. I swallowed. Ah… One of the hooves lifted and kicked me roughly. My teeth slipped from my tongue, allowing another shriek of agony to escape me. The Draenei snorted.

My vision wavered frighteningly, but I managed to blink away the fog just enough so that I could make out the distinct features of my attacker's face. It was a male, which was quite unexpected considering he wasn't nearly as big as the others of his race. Now, that didn't mean he wasn't muscled; he was leaner, I suppose. His eyes were just as blue as those of the first Draenei I had met—a beautiful, glowing hue. His black hair was slicked back behind curved horns and fell just below his ears, which were just as pointed as any other Elf's. His face, as a whole, was masculine but not as much so as others of his species. In short, he was attractive, in an odd, tentacle-blue-hoof-creature sort of way. I grabbed onto my leg, just above where the arrow was sticking through, and gazed up at him helplessly. Elune, if I die here…

The Draenei crouched beside me and gave me a quick once over. Perhaps, if I could just reach my dagger… The guy smirked and leaned forward. His fingers found the hem of my pants, and, before I could let out an indignant squawk, he grabbed my blade and swiftly pulled it from its place. Oh…well…damn. That's what he was after. I let out a long breath and watched as he held the knife up above him, admiring it as the light of the moon glinted off of its shiny, metallic surface. Then he whistled. The abrupt sound of a warble and the flapping of wings caused me to jump. A large Owl swooped down from one of the nearby trees, snatched the proffered dagger from its master's hand, and then glided over to perch on the branch of another tree. I gawked at it. That was my dagger. Miffed, I tilted my head to glare at the Hunter; however, the curious look he was giving me threw me off guard. The Draenei inclined his head, somewhat like an inquisitive feline, and then reached forward to touch my cheek. I bared my teeth warningly, but he didn't seem to be fazed by the action. The tips of his fingers ran along my temple and then up to my right eat. I felt him finger the point before he moved to my hair. He only fiddled with a few strands. A weird noise sounded in the back of his throat as he pulled away. I eyed him uncertainly.

"S…S-s-ry."

I furrowed my brow. What was he…

"S-s…o…rry."

Realization dawned on me. He was apologizing. What for, though? Surely, he intended to shoot me; I was a wanted criminal, after all. The Draenei twisted around and pulled something from the satchel he had fastened around his waist. Then, before I could so much as catch a glimpse of what it was, he stuck it in my mouth. I bit down on instinct and quickly found out that it was just a strip of leather. Befuddled, I looked up. He leaned over me further and reached across to gingerly wrap his fingers around the shaft of the arrow protruding from just above my knee. Wait…he's not going to-

My canines sunk deeply into the strip as the Hunter swiftly jerked upwards, tearing the arrow from my leg. Excruciating pain raced up my appendage and along my spine, causing me to arch my back. The Draenei tossed the weapon over his shoulder, reached into his satchel again, and pulled out a messy bundle of gauze. I observed, tears streaming down my face, as he held onto my knee with one hand and dutifully circled the bandages around the open wound with his other. Apparently, he'd had much practice with this. When he'd finished, he ripped off the end of the gauze and slipped it back into his bag. Then he fumbled around for something, a small bottle, and held it out to me. I tried to lift my hands, but they were shaking too much to properly hold onto the bottle. The Hunter frowned and edged nearer. He propped my head up with his left hand and pressed the rim of the bottle to my quivering lips with his right. I drank slowly, unsure until I tasted the familiar tang of spring water. At least he wasn't trying to poison me. When I'd finished, he pulled away and put the bottle back into his satchel. After that, he merely stared. I stared right back.

"Za..."

My eyebrows tilted inwards as he attempted to speak again. I didn't quite get it, but I figured he had some sort of speech problem. Seemingly frustrated, the Draenei bowed his head and tugged at the grass beneath him.

"Za…lu…"

I made an effort, at least.

"Zalu?"

He perked up instantly, surprising me. His eyes lit up as he motioned to me. Ah, introductions? Sure, why don't I go on ahead and tell the freak who tried to kill me my name. What a wonderful idea!

"Allacaya."

Then again…I'm and idiot.