Ok so I know I said I was taking a break, and wasn't planning to release a one-shot with this plot until after my break, but I was stuck at a Christmas Eve dinner and I just had my note app on my iphone so I just sorta... Started writing. By the end of the dinner I had this. So enjoy!

Oh one more thing; this takes place around the middle of Warlords of Draenor/The Vytal Festival. (SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 IN THIS CHAPTER!)

Soldiers and robots stood in a circle, their weapons at the ready. They all aimed at a girl, who's face was one of confusion and fear.

"Yang Xiao Long! Stand down!" The living soldier ordered as his crosshair centered on the young woman, ready to end her life if need be.

"What?! Why?!" She cried, taking a step back when the soldier provided her with no answer.

Crowds around her booed and jeered. On the ground before her was a young man, clutching at his clearly broken leg, his face contorted in pain.

"Mercury!" A green haired woman ran up to the injured young man, her red eyes filled with nothing but hatred for Yang Xiao Long.

"Why'd she do that?!..." The boy cried as he gazed up at the green haired girl, his eyes filled with tears. "Why'd she attack me?!..."

The soldiers drew towards her. There was no escape. No escape. She could not run, and she could not hide from them.

The crowds that were gathered in the stadium wanted blood for blood, and she was set clearly in their sights.

An example would no doubt be made of her.

They approached her, closing in like the jaws of a beast around a helpless victim.

Varimas' hood and mask covered head shot up from his desk as he let out a massive gasp of surprise, attempting to collect air into his dry lungs.

"Var? What's wrong?" A voice from across the room asked. When the Warlock glanced over he found none other than Wrath sitting in the corner, silently petting Carcharoth as the demon rested its head on the Death Knight's leg.

"I'm..." Varimas trailed off, glancing around the room as if searching for something among the massive shelves of times and scrolls. "I'm not sure..."

Wrath tilted his head as he stared at his friend hunched over at his desk like he had just seen a ghost.

"I feel like... Something horrible just happened..." Felfire began to build up around Varimas, the candle on his desk catching alight. "...Something really horrible..."

"It's probably just your imagination." Wrath dismissed with a wave of the hand. "You've been on edge ever since our armies arrived on Draenor."

"No... No Wrath... This was a vision of sorts, at least I think. More of... A glimpse into another world..." Varimas explained, proving his elbows on his desk and his chin in his hands, letting out a sigh. "It's been so long since I stopped my magister training... How did I receive a vision?..."

"What was it of?" Wrath asked, though his tone suggested that he was not all on board with his friend's so called 'vision'.

Not because he did not believe in magic. Oh no; that was essentially impossible. But the wine glass resting in Varimas' hand certainly did not lend credibility to the sudden 'vision'.

"A human girl. She had blonde hair... She was being surrounded, and she was looking over at a crowd of humans and animal people..." Varimas said as he moved his mask ever so slightly out of the way from his face, taking a small sip of the wine, before repositioning the mask in front of his face once more. "They were booing at her."

"Animal people? Like Druids?" Wrath asked, genuinely curious for but a moment. That is until Varimas uttered his response.

"No... They were humans but..." Varimas wove his hand around in the air. "They weren't human..."

"Uh huh... Alright, that's it, give me the glass Var." Wrath ordered as he pushed Carcharoth off of his leg. He pulled himself to his feet and began to make his way over his friend.

However when he attempted to make a reach for the glass, Varimas slapped Wrath's hand away. "I'm not drunk!... And I know what I saw... She... She was innocent! He..."

"Innocent? What the hell's gotten into you? You hate humans!" Wrath exclaimed, not entirely sure how to handle his friend in his present state.

"Nothing I just..." Varimas let out a long sigh, letting the tension in his arms fade away. "Nothing..."

"Okayyy then... I think you need to calm down for a minute." Wrath said, plucking the glass from Varimas, who offered no resistance to his friend now. "What else was happening?"

"I saw three other girls. One with black and red hair, one with white hair, and one with black hair and a bow on her head. They all looked mortified." The Warlock muttered, shaking his head solemnly.

"Listen... This whole 'Shadow Council' issue has really stressed you out recently..." Wrath said, placing the glass back on the table. "Why don't you just go to bed? We can talk about this in the morning."

"Your probably right.. Very well. I'll head to my quarters." Varimas exclaimed as he stood, holding his shoulders high. "Goodnight Wrath."

"Night." Wrath muttered, never moving from his spot at he watched Varimas stumble drunkenly up the stairs, cracking a smile when he heard a crash followed by a 'goddamnit' from Varimas.

As the knight manipulated glass in his hand, watching as the red liquid sloshed about in the cup, Wrath let out a soft sigh.

"Animal people? Right... Like that could ever happen." Wrath chuckled as he took a sip from Varimas' glass.

Placing the glass back on the desk with a loud tap, Wrath let out a sigh before strolling over to one of the many shelves filled with books.

Looks like sleep would elude him tonight as well.

They had never spoken of the issue after that day. Both Varimas and Wrath had, in the end, chalked it up to nerves getting the better of the blonde elf.

He had lived with that explanation. It was good enough. It requires no follow up after all. No worries for what sort of message may have been missed.

But now?...

Varimas glanced down at the blonde young woman who lay peacefully on the makeshift surgery table before him.

"That girl... From my vision... All those months ago... That was... You..." Varimas muttered

She looked so weak. So vulnerable. So much different from the warrior on the arena that night.

Just what had they done to her for that?...

Varimas shook his head vigorously before turning his attention back to the final steps of the surgery. There would be time for questions later. For now, he had to finish the final stages of this procedure...

I know! I'm sorry it's so short! Writing a one-shot on an iphone kinda... skews the apparent length of the chapter. Thanks for reading anyway though! I promise a longer one-shot will be next! Bye!