It was sort of nice to be back home, thought it was going to be a bit of a chore to get back to Stormwind, just as it had been to come home for this short visit. It wasn't just getting though the wall, that the gate seemed to be broken now, but the nasty rumours of a plague in Lordaeron were reaching her in Stormwind so she wasn't surprised to see that the people here were edgy, refuges from Lordaeron had come begging for shelter but were turned away. It was raining outside, like always, but inside there was a roaring fire. She sat next to a wooden table, had a book propped up in her lap, even on holidays she still had to study. Her feet sat on the table, but she was quickly moving them down whenever she heard someone outside, thinking it was her Mother. She had tied her shoulder length Auburn hair back away from her pale white face to better read the book. She quickly moved her feet off the table when she heard footsteps, but she couldn't hide the large smile that crossed her face when the door opened.

"Nastasiya!"

Her twin sister smiled, though they had been born identical, Nastasyia's hair had grown darker and her skin was more tanned, she had more time outdoors these days. The times they had seen each other had been few and far between, she, Alixyvetha, had been studying at the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind, while Nastasiya had stayed here, studying to become a Paladin under her mother, but lately Nastasiya had been sent to Lordaeron, fighting with the Prince Arthas, trying to quell the Orc's who had escaped from the Internment camps.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, we're heading up to Andorhal. So I asked if I stop off here and see you guys, Mum said you'd be home. But some freaky things have been happening."

"Like what?"

They both sat around the table, and Alix discarded her book.

"Undead creatures. Lady Jania Proudmoore is travelling with us; she thinks a Necromancer is behind it."

"That's horrible!"

Nastasiya nodded;

"It's been a good chance to learn some new techniques though."

"You'll have to show me."

"Alright then!"

They both stood,

"So, because they are already dead stabbing them doesn't do so much, so you've gotta cut off all the limps."

Nastasiya mimed a slashing motion with her sword across Alix's arms,

"So, we do the arms first, and then go for the legs."

First she mimed the right leg, and then she went to mime the left, but her sword became a little too heavy and instead of missing Alix's leg, it cut deeply. Alix screamed out and Nastasiya quickly flung the sword away, she could see the red stain growing larger on Alix's white cloth dress, she had fallen down from pain. Alix could see Nastasyia's hands trembling around the wound, trying to steady herself enough to heal it. Alix went to take her hands, to steady her, but she was starting to get light headed, and she could hear a tickle of blood running down to the wooden floor. The door burst open, and their Mother took to large strides over to her, placed her hands under Nastasyia's and Alix felt a wave of warmth.

"Are you alright Alix? I'm so sorry!"

Nastasyia's voice was trembling.

"I'll be ok."

She smiled up at her sister, who tried to return it, but she knew this scar, and not just the one she now had on her thigh, would haunt her for a long time yet.