(A/N: ok so this was a really long wait I know and I'm sorry oh and this chapter is dedicated to the first person who put me as a favorite story warcraftchick95 oh and I'm going to California next week so the update will be late)

Disclaimer: ok I forgot to do this before so here goes I do not own world of warcraft so don't sue me cuz I'm broke. And now that that's taken care of back to the story!

Bellwing opened her eyes slowly trying to orient the world around her. The entire spectrum of her vision spun and shuttered as if she was trapped in a whirlwind of random colors and light. As her vision started to come back into focus Bellwing propped herself up onto her elbows only to find that as soon as she did this spasms of pain coursed through her body originating from her side and shooting all the way across her stomach.

"You shouldn't try to get up yet," said a voice just outside Bellwing's field of vision. "Your wounds haven't closed yet. I've healed most of your injuries but you have an infection spreading from your side across your stomach. I am attempting to heal it but you must lie still."

Bellwing was confused. Who was this ethereal, beautiful voice? "What is your name?" asked Bellwing.

"My name," said the voice, "is Zatara Brightsun and, now that you know my name, it's only fair that you tell me yours, Night elf."

"Alright," said Bellwing. "That sounds fair. My name is Bellwing Moontide."

"Bellwing," said Zatara thoughtfully. "That's a beautiful name."

"I have always found it pleasing," said Bellwing. "But what of Zatara? It is unusual, to say the least."

" No," said Zatara. "It is actually a very popular name among my people."

"Funny," said Bellwing. "I have never heard it before."

"No," said Zatara again. "You would not have. Our people have not much to do with each other."

"But what are you? I still cannot see you," said Bellwing.

"Are you sure you want to know?" asked Zatara wearily.

"Of course," said Bellwing.

"Very well," said Zatara. "But first you must promise me that you will not try to move when you see me. It will cause the infection to spread more quickly."

"Of course," said Bellwing, wondering what Zatara could be that would be so terrible.

Zatara moved slowly closer and into Bellwing's field of vision.

The first thing that struck Bellwing was the glowing green eyes, then the pink skin and pointed ears...

A young Blood elf sat crouched before Bellwing. She had large emerald eyes, pale skin, and wavy golden hair. Her form was graceful and slender, almost like a cat. Zatara's hair was let loose so it hung around her shoulders and past her long ears in graceful flowing waves except for a small chunk in the front which she had braided with vines and feathers and let to hang loose.

At the sight of Zatara, Bellwing stiffened and attempted to scramble backwards only to be stopped by Zatara's firm hand pressing down on her chest. "You promised you wouldn't move, remember?" said Zatara. "If you keep flailing the infection will spread." Bellwing nodded briefly and, after she was sure Bellwing wasn't going to move, Zatara hastily removed her hand from where it had been pressing Bellwing down, her face turning bright red in the process.

Zatara was confused. Why was she acting like this? She seemed to care deeply what Bellwing thought of her and she didn't know why. It bothered her that she felt so strongly about it. A thousand fears were running through her head. She was afraid that Bellwing would fear her, that she would think that Zatara was a murderer or a heartless mana consumer. All those thoughts ran through Zatara's head in the fraction of a second before Bellwing spoke.

"Why are you caring for me, 'Blood elf'?" She said the word with enough venom to fell an Ogre. "And how in Elune's name did you learn to speak Darnassian?"

Zatara looked sadly down at Bellwing. The Night elf's face was contorted with disgust and loathing, her peaceful features gone, lost in the hate drilled into her race from the time they could walk. Bellwing's obvious hate shook Zatara to her core; all she wanted to do was convince Bellwing that she was a good person.

"Alright," said Zatara. "I'll tell you the story of how I speak Darnassian and hopefully that will answer your other questions as well."