When I awoke I could still hear her snoring softly. Her wings were still around me in a loving embrace, not wanting to let go. I put her messy white hair behind her and kissed her lovingly. I put my arms around her carefully, as to not wake her up yet. She deserved all the rest she needed, and she seemed so peaceful in her sleep, she needed that peace.

From the corner of my eyes I could see Lana'thel and Shaestra, early bird as she was, sitting at the table playing some card game. Shaestra was having breakfast early it seemed as she was munching on some cornbread. I felt a bit sad for Lana'thel, though. What had she done the entire night now that Angel was asleep. Undead life must be especially painful at those times.

I turned my attention back to the woman in my arms. Her sweet smile made me feel so happy on the inside I channelled just a bit of my magic through her to stimulate her dreams more. She seemed to recognise me as she whispered my name softly, I don't think either Lana'thel or Shaestra heard it. I tried to have my magic respond to her by changing the flow a bit. What followed was a sweet kiss from her sleeping body.

My curiosity got the best of me, I tried to replicate the spell we used to free Lana'thel's will to some degree. I wanted to see what she was dreaming about. I went to work very carefully, it wasn't too complicated, it felt like Angel happily accepted my magic into hers.

We were sitting on a bench next to a building in a village in Quel'Thalas. Based on the surroundings from when I was here with her I reckoned this was her home village. It wasn't big, but it was alive, literally and figuratively. Angel, for some reason, had the appearance she had today, an elf-Val'kyr hybrid. Her father was in front of us, practicing balancing his sword. A woman came outside and gave Loranis a kiss, she had to be Angel's mother. She had the same long blond hair Angel told me she once had.

She walked up to me and spoke in an angelic voice.

"Hello, you must be Aelana, I am Anariella. I know much about you, thanks to Angel, and I know how happy you make her, thank you so much."

I was confused, how did her mother know?

"Hi, no problem, nice to meet you." I nervously replied.

She giggled. You're exactly the way she told me.

I smiled back when she walked back inside.

"Angel?"

"Yes Aelana?"

"How does she know?"

"I was wondering the sane thing, this is a dream right?"

"Yes."

"I figured when I felt your magic. It brought some closer to reality. I know this is a dream now, but my mother should not know what happened. She didn't see me the way I am now before you arrived."

"This is your mind, Angel, you should be able to project anything here now that you know thisbis a dream, did you have anything to do with what your mother just told you?"

"No, I had no control over what she said just as I hadn't before you arrived."

"Well , there's something going on then, obviously."

"Maybe she really knows?"

"What do you mean, Angel?"

"I mean, maybe her spirit is still out there somewhere, maybe she knows what happened to me, maybe that's why she said that. It may sound utterly vague, but maybe she was able to communicate with me in this dream. I did feel connections with spirits before, but they only told me of their anger and suffering."

"Should we ask her?"

"Will it harm my dream? I haven't had this kind of peace of mind in a long time, I would hate to lose it so suddenly."

"I got you, my love, I promise your mind will be at ease."

We walked inside the building, but there was no one there, Anariella seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Ok, there is definitely something going on here Angel."

"You can tell that again. Please wake me up."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I have been here for long enough. And this new information scares me."

"Alright."

I found myself in bed again. Angel was still sleeping in my arms, but her face looked worried now. Wasting no time I woke her up forcefully.

Loranis was awake too this time and asking me why I would wake her up like that.

Angel awoke and thanked me, leaving confusion on the others' faces.

I got dressed quickly and sat down, grabbing some cornbread from the bowl on the table.

Angel sat down next to me, closed her eyes and sighed before she started speaking.

"My mother spoke to us."

"What, how?" Loranis's eyes became wide.

"Or so we think."

"What do you mean by 'we'?"

"Aelana was there too, which is how I came to know it in the first place."

"But how?"

"Well, Aelana entered my dream with her magic. This is how I knew I was dreaming, now, when one knows they are dreaming they can control their dream, I found out I was able to do that, except for one thing. We were sitting at our old house, and you were training in the field next to it. My mother came walking from the kitchen and saw Aelana. She then introduced herself and thanked her for making me very happy before going back to the kitchen. I didn't do that, I never told her about Aelana when I couldn't control my dream, there is no way she should have known that. I didn't control her saying that. When we went to look inside to ask her, she was gone."

"You think it was Anariella?" Loranis asked impatiently.

"We're almost positive that some part of her was in my dream."

"I know you loved her Angel, but she is gone," he sighed, "I loved her too, endlessly. I didn't want to accept it at first either, but you will have to at some point."

It seems Loranis didn't want to open to the fact that some of his wife may still be out there. It felt as if he was denying that because he didn't want to get hurt again.

Angel noticed this behaviour as well.

"Father, I am sorry, I don't want to hurt you, I still love you but I have changed, physically and mentally as well. When I was forced to possess this body I also took on all the powers the previous owner had. She was a Val'kyr, dad, she raised the dead to be part of the scourge, and she could communicate with their spirits, as can I now. Most of them do not see who I really am and think I am with the one who destroyed our home, but I think my mother found out. She is out there somewhere."

"I am sorry Angel, I shouldn't doubt you. It's just weird to think my daughter could do such things, excuse me for that."

"She is something special mister Silverlight, despite all that happened to her, she is still the sweetest person I know."

"Stop it Aelana." Angel smirked.

"You can call me Loranis, no need for formalities. What do you suggest we do to get in touch with Anariella's spirit, Angel?"

"I reckon it's just as simple as visiting her final resting place."

"You think so?"

"It's what I would do." Angel replied.

There was more knocking on the door, without answer Sylvanas herself entered the room. She looked absolutely disgusted, which I think made us all nervous. She sat herself down and started speaking.

"Are you familiar with the Twilight's Hammer cult?"

When no one replied after a while I spoke.

"I heard they had a bade of operations in Ulduar if I remember correctly, that's pretty much all I know."

"That fiend you caught was one of them. I took great pleasure in extraction the information from him before ending his pathetic life."

She shook her head.

"Long story short. The Twilight's Hammer cult seems to destroy all life on Azeroth. They have joined forces with Deathwing now that he has returned."

"Deathwing?" I asked.

I read books about him and his descent into madness, he was presumed dead but this was never confirmed. The stories were frightening, to think he was back would mean disaster.

"Yes, he is also the case of the floodings we had. Apparently he unleashed his rage on the world. Reports from Kalimdor have recently come in stating that the barrens have literally been split in two. And if you think the floodings were bad here, you should see thousand needles. Apparently Deathwing destroyed the mountains that protected it from the ocean, flooding the whole damn place up to Feralas, Freewind Post fell in the Ensuing chaos, their wind rider was the only one who made it back to Orgrimmar. More reports are likely to follow. No, we were lucky here, Quel'Thalas got through it unscathed as well."

"What do we do against him?" Angel asked.

"I do not know yet, several messengers have been teleported to Northrend to notify the dragonflights, I pray they come up with a plan."

I sighed, it seemed we would never get rest in this world.

Despite the situation. Angel managed to ask Sylvanas if she had a mage who could take us to Quel'Thalas to visit her mother's grave.

"Sure, but don't forget we may need your help soon in this matter. There iss nothing you can do right now until we get more information but come back as soon as you can."

She thanked Sylvanas as the banshee queen left our room, leaving the rest of us dumbstruck.

"Sounds like we got major problems." Shaestra commented.

"You can say that again." Lana'thel answered.

It then remained silent until several minutes later a mage sent by Sylvanas entered our room. We grabbed our belongings and entered the portal the forsaken man conjured up for us, in search of at least some answers before we would have to defend an already shattered world.