Zatara woke with a start, the images of her childhood still flashing before her eyes. The constant evening gloom of Ashenvale reformed around her, the branches of huge trees swaying high above her head. 'Trees above my head?' thought Zatara suddenly. What happened to her shelter and why would she sleep out in the open? She sat up, looking around, trying to see into the constant twilight that inhabited the forest. Gigantic trees stretched and wove towards the sky giving Zatara the impression she was the size of an ant.
Zatara sighed, rubbing her forehead with a gloved hand, her green eyes shut tight to block out the constant twilight; it was all coming back now. She was sleeping on the ground because a night elf slept in her shelter. 'A night elf,' thought Zatara to herself. What the hell had she been thinking? She had always been merciful to people in harm - night elves especially - but she had taken the night elf when her people were probably looking for her. If they found Zatara with her they would assume that Zatara had injured the night elf in the first place. Zatara sighed again, rubbing her temples; she didn't know what to do. Could she simply kill the night elf? In her heart Zatara knew she could not kill a defenseless person lying unconscious, especially if that person was a night elf. Zatara searched for another option, her green eyes penetrating the twilight as she looked for some sort of answer. The forest remained quiet and mysterious, no answers were to be found in its purple depths.
A groan from the direction of her shelter brought Zatara back to the present. She rushed over to her shelter and knelt down at the entrance. The night elf was lying with her knees curled up to her chest and her hands bunched up beside her nose, light green hair falling over them and a face calmed in sleep.
Never before had Zatara seen a night elf asleep. She looked so innocent, so beautiful. The arrogance of her race did not line her unmarked face. Zatara was intrigued by her.
A small moan escaped the night elf's lips and her face scrunched up in pain as Zatara crawled into the shelter beside her and began removing the bandages tied around her stomach and lower back. As Zatara unwrapped all of the blood-caked linen, the night elf stirred and slowly opened her gray eyes.