(A/N: ok so I got inspired to write more and I thought of this chapter at like 2 in the morning so don't kill me for it ok?)

Disclaimer: (to be safe) I really don't own wow

Zatara woke lying under a blanket made of feathers in a small house made of one unanimous dome of wood. Small instruments sat on some of the tables and chairs sat haphazardly around the room, some of the instruments giving off small whirs or puffs of smoke. A small sound in a corner of the house opposite from the bed in which Zatara lay alerted her to another presence in the house. Zatara peered into the corner to see the night elf that had rescued her from the bottom of the cliff sitting at a spindly table tinkering with two crystal vials, one containing a sort of bluish purple goop and the other containing what looked like yellow oil. With well-practiced movements the elf tipped the vile containing the oil until one drop of oil fell onto the goop and...

The resulting explosion sent the white haired elf crashing into the wall behind her and knocking several expensive looking portraits askew.

("By Elune what went wrong this time?")

"Ta Elune esta roet tinan otha tsus?" cried the night elf in an exasperated voice, letting her head bang back onto the wall behind her with a rather painful sounding thud. The night elf grimaced, picked herself up, and rubbed the back of her head where it had made contact with the hard surface. The gesture seemed very familiar to Zatara. Suddenly, she realized where she had seen it before... Emin, where was Emin?

Zatara jumped to her feet, or at least tried to. She made it almost all the way out of bed before her injured muscles went into spasms, sending her sprawling back down on the bed in a tangled pile.

The white haired night elf ran quickly over to the bed. She knelt down next to Zatara, and said "Ona semlan tas knet fon." Zatara looked at her confused; she had no idea what the night elf had said. The night elf looked down at Zatara, saw her blank look and laughed to herself while saying, "I'm sorry I forgot that you cannot understand Darnassian. I normally have no one to talk to and I simply use Darnassian with all of my kind. By the way, my name is Gallirria Brightstar. What is yours?"

Zatara eyed the elf suspiciously then said, "Zatara Brightsun."

The elf smiled kindly and giggled out, "Then we share brightness and brightness is better then darkness. I do believe we have gotten off on the right foot!"

Zatara didn't smile. Instead she asked, "Where is my brother Emin?"

Gallirria's expression immediately darkened and took on a pained look. "I..." she started then stopped and said, "When I brought your brother here he was suffering from a very deadly infection starting from a gash on his side. The infection moved across his stomach then up his side and into his heart. I..." she stopped again then began again in a quieter voice " I tried everything I know but there was nothing I could do. He died late last night. I'm so sorry, Zatara."

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At this point Zatara could not go on. She looked up at Bellwing, tears falling unashamedly down her face. Finally, she continued " I lived with Gallirria for the next three years. She taught me everything I know about being a priest as well as how to speak your language. That was twelve years ago. Twelve years since my brother died. He would almost be a paladin right now. He would almost have fulfilled his dream."

Zatara broke down into sobs. "Now do you understand?" she asked, "I can't let it happen again. I can't let anyone else loose someone they love!"

With this Zatara put her head in her hands her whole body shaking with grief. Suddenly a pair of long arms wrapped themselves around Zatara's shaking form.

"I'm so sorry" said Bellwing " I'm so sorry. Please forgive me my rudeness. I should not have made you recount those memories."

"Its alright," sobbed Zatara. "It does me well not to forget."

Bellwing's eyes widened and her heart beet wildly as Zatara leaned back into her arms, crying onto her chest. Smiling slightly, Bellwing simply tightened her arms around the crying blood elf, holding her close.

The next morning found a night elf and a blood elf sleeping soundly, the night elf's arms wrapped around the blood elf whose face was stained by many tears.