...Been a while. I've been having fun, though, so...you know...no regrets?

It's weird that when I'm at my busiest I somehow manage to find more time to work on this story than when I have absolutely nothing to do. Yes, I have been away for months...I'm so very, very sorry :3

I can honestly say that it's you guys that urged me back, though. Not physically, of course, but I remembered how much I loved getting reviews/favs/follows from all of my lovely readers ^^ Plus, I'm not one to drop stories~ I'll see this through to the end, so please bear with me m(-_-)m

*Disclaimer is the same (I'm going to make that my new tagline or something)

"Caldur, let go of me!"

The Druid ignored me, continuing forward to brush past drooping fronds and branches that crossed our path. His arms were like iron girdles that tightened each and every time I made an attempt to escape. I had known that he was obstinate by nature but never to this degree. His ears blocked out my persistent complaints whilst his eyes stayed firmly trained on the path before him. It was somewhat similar to talking to a tree—though you know it can hear you, it's not likely to ever grace you with a response. After some time, this notion eventually came across, and I dejectedly went limp in his hold. Feeling more than seeing the change in my demeanor, my Night Elf companion finally offered me a tiny bit of his attention. His honey-colored eyes dropped to glimpse my face and then just as quickly snapped back up to where they had previously been focused. His throat convulsed slightly when he swallowed, a sure sign that he was about to speak.

"Finished?"

I glared at him. Finished? So, he simply sees me as a child throwing a tantrum? Miffed, I sighed in exasperation and turned my head to stare at the ground. It moved steadily beneath me as Caldur walked on, his pace even, neither too fast nor too slow.

"You shouldn't have been so rude," I mumbled.

The Druid readjusted his grip on me, bringing me a little higher so that he could better hear me.

"Come again?"

I scowled.

"I said you shouldn't have been so rude. Zalu was only trying to help me find you," I said, raising my voice a fraction.

Caldur growled.

"He hurt you."

"It was an accident." I was quick to rebut his claim.

The Night Elf just shook his head. He carried on for a ways before grumbling something incoherent under his breath. Then he spared me another brief glance.

"So, he was just going to hoist you around until you both ran into me?"

I narrowed my eyes.

"Yes."

Again, he shook his head in disbelief.

"You're so naïve."

I bristled. Naïve? If I am anything, then surely I'm not that. I've seen too much, done too much, to be considered anything remotely close to naïve. Still, I questioned him.

"In what way?"

He lifted a brow, as if asking me if I were an idiot or something for not knowing.

"Well, for starters, you just casually began a conversation with a stranger who formerly had the intent to kill you," I opened my mouth, ready to protest, but he continued, "Then you allowed said stranger permission to pick you up and take you wherever he willed."

I gritted my teeth.

"That's not true! I told him that I needed to find you, and he said that-"

It was only when I felt myself shaking that I stopped. At first, I considered that perhaps I was really so upset by his denial that I was quivering with rage; however, when I realized that I felt absolutely normal, completely level-headed, I looked up to see that it was, in fact, Caldur that was trembling. For a split second, I thought that I'd made him angry—I mean, really angry. Nevertheless, it was the soft, throaty chuckle he released that gave away the true nature of his odd behavior. He was laughing. Laughing. Of all things…

"You're…not angry." It wasn't a question—I hardly needed to ask.

The Night Elf continued to shake, his chest rumbling with the laughs he emitted into the cool, dark air. I merely ogled at him, observing the visible clouds of his breath as they fogged the air before his grinning face and dissipated into the surrounding night. What…an idiot. Still, I couldn't help but smile, too. Caldur was just contagious that way. It was sort of weird, but, whenever he felt something strongly—sadness, fear, happiness, amusement—it easily effected the moods of those around him.

"Y-you believed him?!" the Druid asked incredulously, his voice wavering in the wake of his hilarity.

I nodded, dumbfounded and unsure as to whether I should be irritated or humored. In the end, I decided on the former.

"At least I didn't come storming in like some wild beast ready to tear someone's head off. You weren't even really threatening him, were you?"

He pursed his lips.

"Of course not. He wasn't worth threatening."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his childish demeanor. He's such an Imp—so unlike Zalu. Even now, though, I couldn't quite get those haunting, sapphire eyes out of my mind. There was something about that half breed…something that, despite obvious differences, made it seem as if we were connected. There's no way I'd ever met him before. Still, for some odd reason he strikes me as familiar. Why? I mulled over it for a bit, trying my best to come up with some sort of conclusion. In the end, however, I knew it really all came down to my memories. Surely those small, seemingly insignificant shards of my past hold all of the answers. Why couldn't I remember my parents? What does the name Dawnweaver mean? Who is the half Draenei-half Night Elf boy named Zalu? And who...is Caldur? Could it be that things such as fate and destiny do exist? Were our paths all meant to cross? If that is the case, then I can only assume that everything I come into contact with holds some sort of importance—even the smallest, unlikeliest things.

"Hey, Cal," the Druid grunted in acknowledgment, so I continued, "Have we met before?"

I suppose it was a rather abrupt question. Nonetheless, I really wasn't expecting him to come to a complete stop the way he did. His gaze, unnaturally, didn't waver from the path ahead. He swallowed.

"What do you mean?" All of the previous humor had vanished from his voice, leaving it uncomfortably calm.

I wore at the inside of my cheek uncertainly with my sharp canines. My eyes absentmindedly trailed down to study my open hands.

"It's just…I can't say for sure, but I kind of…I feel like I know you?" I hadn't meant for it to sound like an inquiry.

"Isn't that because we've been traveling—"

"No, it's more than that," I cut him off obstinately, "It's like I really know you. I feel like I've been with you for a long time…" Even as I said it, foreign images started flipping through my head.

There was Caldur, and what I assumed to be his other half, Vendal, sitting and laughing on the edge of a bridge. I know that bridge. Why can't I remember it? No, I do remember it. That's the bridge we always go to when we're playing hooky. Hooky? Wait, why would we be playing hooky? From what? We? I shouldn't be there. No, that's not me. Wait… I reached up to clutch at my head as the strange flashbacks pressed on. Now I'm in a house. It's a small house. I'm sitting at the table, across from a Human. What's his name? I don't remember. Wait. Geoff? His name is Geoff, I think. Why does he look so sad? Has he always been this old? I was sure he was much stronger, much younger. I always felt safe around him. Or did I?

"Did Geoff die?"

Caldur's head snapped down so fast that I would've been startled had I been paying closer attention. Rather than wait for my companion's response, however, I allowed my thoughts to dwell on the unexpected surplus of memories surging within me. Now it was Caldur sitting across from me. I recognized him instantly. That devilish smirk, those glittering eyes…they haven't changed in the slightest. What an idiot, he's talking so animatedly, eating the stale crackers I placed on the table for…for who? Why are the crackers stale anyway? His voice echoed in my head—an amused question: "Honestly, Hum-Drum, these must be centuries old." Ah, there it is again. That name. Hum…something. Who is she? I thought that was me? No, wait…that's not me. My grip tightened on my head. My brow furrowed.

"P-perhaps they are…. I haven't been out much a-as of late." I stuttered confusedly.

Golden eyes stared down at me, shrouding me in a light of both horror and disbelief.

"Hey, Alla—"

I cut him off again, "Have you heard from him, Cal?"

Caldur blanched. Stupid, stupid, stupid…why are there two Caldurs now? They keep overlapping. Still, both are looking at me with the same, stricken expression.

"You sneaky feline," I ground out through gritted teeth, "Who is the letter from?"

Arms tightened around my body, but, for some reason, I couldn't tell where they came from—who they belonged to.

"That letter…why the plant? Adder's Tongue. I know it, Cal. That plant…it's waiting under the blue moon, right? I just have to…I have to…"

"Allacaya?!"

That's when my brain pretty much shut down. My head lolled back and my eyes fluttered to a close. No more…please, no more…

"Still not gonna kill 'ol Rha'zin?"

"Da moon. Does it really hum?"

"It be kinda odd to see a tree-legged beast, yeah? I don't much like hoppin' eider. So, a little while afta ya saved me, I figured I'd learn to use a knife."

"Ya 'ave da prettiest eyes I eva did see, Elfie. Prettier dan da moon."

"Ya gonna stay wit me, alright mon? Ya gonna be just fine. 'Ol Rha'zin's gonna take care of ya."

"On different sides? As far as I can see, mon, dere's neva been a line to separate us in da first place."

"Ya be in a sorry state to fall for a Troll, Elfie."

"E'chuta!"

"Hum-drum, I care."

"Dis be my first time seein' a blue moon. It be a pretty ting, yeah?"

"I love ya, Hummin'moon Dawnweaver."

Geez, this is so bothersome…

"Stupid Troll," I mumbled as my consciousness finally flew out the window.

"You still don't get it, do you?"

I grimaced as my awareness gradually came back to me. My head was throbbing like crazy. Elune, that was pretty embarrassing. I bet that fool of a Druid is having a fine time laughing at me for fainting like a dainty flower in his arms. Now that I think about it…why did I faint again? Slowly, I opened my eyes. When nothing changed I began to panic. What?! Did I go blind? Alarmed, I sat up quickly. That's when I glimpsed the faint glow of a light off of the surface of a nearby pool of water. Is it nighttime? How long was I out? Wait a second… I peered closer at the water. That's a Moonwell. Still a bit disoriented, I carefully got to my feet and made my way closer. The crystal-like liquid seemed to vibrate faster the nearer I got. Or is it shimmering? That's it. Upon reaching the painfully familiar structure, I bent over and placed the palms of my hands against the slick stone that bordered the small pool. Energy began to build within me.

"Do you want to know?"

Caught off guard by the sudden voice, I glanced down into the well. My very blood froze. Staring back up at me in the place where my reflection should be was none other than Zalu. The half breed wore an uncharacteristic sneer that well accompanied his narrow, glinting eyes. Then, recalling his words, I leaned forward a bit.

"Know?"

His tongue snaked out in a manner so unlike the timid, kind boy I had met before. Rather, his overall personality was unbecoming.

"Silly girl. Poor girl. You've lost what matters most," he tapped his head meaningfully, causing me to catch my breath.

"My memories?"

"Memories? Don't be stupid! Memories are worthless," he tilted his head to one side and cackled, "You're missing your identity!"

I blinked, befuddled and unnerved.

"My…identity? It can't be. I know who I am."

A wicked grin stretched across the half breed's face.

"You don't sound very sure."

My brow furrowed as I mulled it over, "I'm Allacaya D—"

"Stop right there! Alla-what? Who cares about that? A name and an identity aren't the same thing, silly girl—poor girl."

Something about this situation was incredibly eerie, be it the 'odd' way that Zalu was behaving or the enigmatic topic. Plus, the fact that I was surrounded by darkness made me feel as if a thousand unseen eyes were boring into my back. I was tempted to turn around and look, however, the dominating presence of the beaming character before me continued to hold my utmost attention. Nevertheless, an uncomfortable shiver wracked my spine.

"What do you mean," I whispered, unsure as to whether I should raise my voice or not.

Suddenly, the reflection dispersed into myriad, silvery droplets that disappeared as they reached the water's edge. I bit my lip and cautiously straightened. This isn't right. No, it's so very, very wrong. Where am I? More importantly, I need to leave. The beating of my heart escalated as I unceremoniously took several jittery steps back…only to stop dead when my back bumped into something hard. Startled, I whipped my head around to look over my shoulder. Iridescent, blue eyes met my wide, golden ones. This is, indeed, very wrong.

"You look unsettled, Allacaya," he grabbed me by the shoulders and muttered in my ear, "Or should I call you by your real name?"

I jolted in his hold but refrained from making any rash movements.

"M-my real name?"

The mischievous smile stretched further. The fingers on my shoulders tightened.

"Shall I tell you?"

My heart was practically thrashing against my ribcage at this point. Tell me. Tell me. Should he tell me? Why can't I think straight? What's happening? Where am I? My head began to throb again. I winced.

"All of your questions share the same answer, silly girl—poor girl. Who are you?"

I lifted a hand and pressed it against my aching temple.

"I…I'm…does it have to do with Dawnweaver?"

The mouth by my ear chortled softly.

"Dawnweaver? Rubbish. Can't you remember? You stole that name. You stole it, just like everything else, you little thief."

No. This isn't right. I… My legs buckled beneath me in the same instant that my body began to sway forward. The offending hands of a stranger that I had once considered my friend left me. Despite my persistent willpower, my eyelids grew heavy; they slid over my hazy orbs like a lethargic cloud would across the sun.

"I await your answer, Allacaya Dawnweaver."

I awoke with a start. My panicked breathing erupted from my lungs as I resurfaced from the suffocating nightmare. My eyes snapped open. It was still dark. For one, horrifying minute, I thought I was still trapped in that twisted world. However, the abrupt feel of gentle hands on my arms brought me back to reality. The slow and steady inhales and exhales of another individual calmed my erratic nerves. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew who it was, yet I couldn't bring myself to match a name with a face. Even through the thick shadow of night, I could glimpse bright, tender eyes gazing down at me.

"You okay?"

That voice… There's no way I could ever mistake it.

"Caldur?"

A soft puff of relief was his reply. The Druid lifted his hands from my arms and settled them on either side of my head. He brushed his fingers through my hair gingerly. The action calmed me considerably, and I found myself growing drowsy from the touch.

"It's okay to go back to sleep."

I childishly shook my head, making him withdraw his hands.

"I don't wanna…might go back to the bad place…" I slurred, unable to properly keep my thought process together.

The consoling hands were back the second I had finished speaking. Caldur scooted up beside me and wrapped a strong arm around my middle. Then he guided me back until my head rested snuggly against his shoulder. His warmth was like a lifeline; I leaned into the sensation. The breaths he released were evenly paced, subconsciously coaxing my own to level out and relax. At this point, it was inevitable. I let out a yawn and pressed my face into the crook of his neck, which I quickly found to be the best source of security. His arm tightened around me briefly. Not good. I was already drifting off again. Still a tad disconcerted, I whispered shakily against his skin.

"I don't want to go back."

A chin nestled itself amongst my long, blue-green locks.

"It's okay. I'll be here when you go to sleep, and I'll still be here when you wake up."

Despite my best efforts, my attentiveness began to weaken. Before too much longer…

"Who am I?" I just had to know.

There was a long pause. Only the distant sounds of strange beasts rummaging through the forest could be heard, along with the crackling of a nearby fire I had failed to notice upon my earlier awakening.

"Allacaya Dawnweaver."

I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Confusing, right? Haha, I try.. :') No, it'll get better, seriously...hopefully.

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