A/N: Time Skip we are now one year later!!...I know I hate time skips to. It means that things didn't work out and Bell didn't come back and start making out with Tara buuut I just couldn't see that happening sooo I did a time skip so they haven't seen each other on a year and Zatara has been miserable this whole time… Warning: this chapter gets a little Angsty… what am I saying a little for …this chapter is Very Angsty so to all of you who don't like Angst… suck it up cuz this is (hopefully) the only chapter like this in this story but I felt that it was necessary to go into Zatara's feelings about Bellwing a little deeper than I did in the last chapter so Angst here we come! Oh yeah I also went a little off the world of warcraft story line here sooo the blood elves and night elves are currently discussing a peace treaty hehehe
Zatara stared out of her high window at the gold and marble pathways of Silvermoon city the capital of the Blood elf nation she smiled slightly as her thoughts drifted back to a time when she had been happy, when her life had had some meaning and when she had not felt the constant ach of happiness lost. She smiled again almost as if she was practicing for when she might meet someone who had known her before she had met Bellwing and before the girl had run away from her before she had screamed the Night elf's name into the cold Ashenvale morning. She needed the practice to for none of her smile or laughs or good moods were real these days she felt nothing but her longing to see Bellwing and her pain at knowing that the beautiful blue girl had probably forgotten that she existed.
Today was it thought Zatara sadly it had been exactly one year ago today she smiled again just to make sure she remembered how and then got up out of the chair she had been sitting in and made her way over to her blue and green bed. Zatara furrowed her brow in annoyance the sheets had another blood stain in them. She sighed and then let the tears fall. She collapsed onto her stained bed and sobbed into her pillow until it was soaked with tears and her room echoed in the sounds of her desperate choking sobs.
This was the side of herself that Zatara never showed to anyone the side that was unhappy the side that wanted nothing more than for the pain in her heat to stop and would do anything to stop it she side that sliced deeply into her own arms and legs before quickly healing the wounds with her priestly power so that none would be the wiser and most of all the side of herself that was madly in love with a beautiful smart funny cute and attractive young night elf girl who probably didn't remember her name.
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One week later:
"Zatara!" called a big broad shouldered night elf in gold and red armour with a slightly angry expression on his face "What are you doing here? You're supposed to escorting the night elf embassy to the throne room to discuss the peace treaty with Prince Kael'thas!"
Zatara sighed slightly in annoyance and slightly in apprehension. She had been selected to escort the night elf's to the prince for the simple reason that she was one of the very few blood elves that could speak Darnassian and of all of thenm she could speak it the best. Zatara however did not want to escort the night elves because she knew that if she did she would they would remind her of Bellwing and everything that she had lost. "Alright alright" Zatara said huffing out a large sigh "I'm going now Anek"
Anek sighed slightly as he watched her walk away from him towards the large main gates of Silvermoon city. Something's troubling her he thought to himself, something that I cannot help her with. With this thought Anek walked off towards the thrown room to take his place in the line of guards leading up to the thrown room.
Zatara walked quickly towards the main gates muttering softly to herself about people meddling in other peoples affairs. She was angry at Anek she didn't want her memories of Bellwing surfacing during her escort duty lest she burst into tears in front of the stunned night elves. She sighed huffily to herself as she walked down the main pathway towards the gates they would be in sight in about a minute and in preparation Zatara began putting up her mental barriers against her memories and the pain.
As Zatara rounded the corner all her barriers fell and everything she had tried so hard to forget came rushing back. Standing near the back of the group of night elves all dressed in ceremonial robes stood a tall night elf girl with long green hair and an unmarked face. Despite the fact that her hair was longer and she was taller Zatara recognised her immediately "Bell…."she whispered in a small voice witch cracked around the edges.
Zatara walked slowly up to the group of night elves determined not to show how muck pain was stabbing through her chest at the sight or Bellwing after all these months. "Hello said Zatara strongly in perfect Darnassian "My name is Zatara Brightsun and I will be your escort to the peace treaty" At this Zatara heard a small gasp from the back of the group of elves and looked up to see Bellwing staring at her with one hand pressed firmly over her mouth and her eyes wide with shock and something else that Zatara couldn't name.
"Zatara…" Bellwing whispered softly before bursting into tears.