When Yeow woke up, Fliflax and Nordelei were unconscious, lying on the ground. Resdlen and Oktago were nowhere to be seen, and she was slightly relieved for that. She didn't know how much more of them she could take. She wriggled Nordelei and Fliflax around to wake them up, and they heard footsteps coming towards them. They were slow, and followed by thumps, so the person had a cane. Fliflax and Yeow turned toward the elderly tauren woman, and immediately pointed their gazes toward the ground. Nordelei half-smiled and shook her hand.

"I'm Nordelei, and this is-" he started to say. He looked at the tauren who were very clearly trying to stop him from saying names. He ignored them, though, and continued. "This is Fliflax and Yeow."

The woman, smiling, looked at the siblings. Her expression slowly turned to a quizzical frown, and finally a wide-eyed look of horror. She backed away and said, "Scourge! The Scourge has come!" She ran away as fast as her little legs could take her. Fliflax ran to her and pleaded, "Please! Don't tell the others we're back out here! They'll kill us!"

She stopped walking and turned to him. "You deserved to die a long time ago." She ran away, and on an instinct, Fliflax grabbed her cane and whacked her over the head with it. She fell to the ground. Yeow ran over to check the woman's pulse, and her distraught expression told them if she was still alive.

Nordelei ran up to Fliflax and punched him in the face. "What'd you do that for?"

"She was going to tell the rest of our tribe that we're back! I couldn't let that happen."

"What?" Nordelei responded, "There aren't any tauren tribes in Northrend. I'm not stupid!"

"We don't really want people to know about it," Yeow said, quietly. She had covered the woman's face with her cloak.

"What did you do to make your tribe so angry that you had to kill every innocent person that discovered you?" Nordelei demanded. Fliflax looked down. "Well, come on, then!" Fliflax still would not answer. "I deserve an answer!"

"He died." It was Yeow's voice. Nordelei turned to her to her. He raised his eyebrow in confusion. Yeow sighed and, for the first time, told the long story…

Yeow was a healer of her tribe of druids. She was one of the best, so only the most important injuries came to her. This meant that she saw some of the cruelest and most disturbing injuries. She sometimes wished she wasn't as good of a healer as she was. Unfortunately, she saw the most disturbing injury yet on her brother.

Fliflax wasn't an excellent soldier. He wasn't bad, either. He was average. But the Drakkari trolls were too good for average. Fliflax was on protection duty when the trolls invaded. The other tauren were able to fight them off, but not before some snuck away with Fliflax as a hostage. The other tauren fought there way through the Drakkari encampment to find Fliflax, in a fire, being skinned alive by the monsters. They took him to Yeow, but even Yeow couldn't heal the wounds they had inflicted on him. He eventually died.

But she couldn't accept it. She had heard of the val'kyr, a race of creatures that served the Lich King. They could resurrect him. So she took him to them, and they resurrected him, knowing that his undeath would be the thing that drove his friends away. They spat at Fliflax and Yeow, banishing from their tribe. And they came to Kalimdor. They explored the continent, hoping to never have to meet their tribe again. Until they found a certain troll…

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