I have to say, all things considered, I'm kind of glad that those demons attacked me. I mean, sure I've got a scar on my forehead that looks wicked bad and goes into my hairline, but Fizz has no doubts now.

No one in Booty Bay—that's the name of the town, by the way, and apparently the little gremlins are actually goblins, though I don't really get what the difference is—doubts me anymore.

They also kind of want me out of the town. People are whispering that I'm a 'demon magnet.'

Hmm, I always seem to do this, don't I? Jump ahead and forget where I am in the story? Let me go back.

So I was cleaning Fizz's study when I saw that weird deformed dog thing—felhunter, apparently—and it lunged at me. Now, I'm no athlete, but when you have some uber evil thing going for your throat, you'd be amazed the sort incentive that can make for speed.

I threw myself backward and it ended up raking my leg—yes, the same one I hurt before—but that was a lot better than snapping my head off. Then I managed to get to my feet, but I couldn't walk very well, so I was hobbling toward the wall when it lunged again and I hit the floor. Luckily, it was already midair when I did, and it totally went face first into the wall.

Well, I wasn't about to wait around to see if it was okay, so I hobbled out of the room and closed the door behind me. It didn't have any hands, right? So I figured it would be trapped in there, if it hadn't broken its neck and was still alive, until I could get Fizz.

As I was making my way down the hall, looking for something that I could use as a crutch and totally not finding anything, I began to hear these loud crashing noises. Like cannonballs from in movies hitting water...and wood.

Just before I made it to the door, the real cannons started. The pirate guys—they really were pirates!—had gone to their boats and they were firing on these giant green flaming rocks that were raining down from the sky and crashing into the water and through the walkways and houses.

The one thing, looking back, that seemed kind of odd was that the fires from those rock dudes—the rocks, once they landed, stood up and turned into giant angry people things...infernals, I think they were calling them—weren't spreading at all. Maybe Fizz and the other goblins were using magic to contain them or something, but you would have thought that just striking a match in Booty Bay would be cause for worry that the whole place would end up a smoldering pile of ash in the water.

Apparently not.

So, let me just pause to say that I still don't understand a lot of stuff, so I'm just blaming magic when I have no clue. Until someone corrects me, anyway.

So the rock dudes were raining from the sky and destroying everything. And, sure there were a few people screaming, here and there—me definitely—but for the most part, everyone was just fighting. And it was wicked awesome to watch. I mean, there were a few people all over the place, but most of the fighters came out of the inn. A few were even strapping armor on as they ran, looking all pissed off, so I'm pretty sure the demons interrupted their night on the town, which just made them angrier.

They channeled that anger really well.

Their weapons were all glowy and their clothes had all these pretty designs...and they were beating down those demons like it was nothing.

I mean, holy crap. There were shadows and fire flying through the air and this one tiny little, big eared, big eyed, green haired creature had a sword as long as me and was swinging it around like he was a freakin' dreidel.

I was so dumbstruck that they could beat down these monsters so quickly, that I kind of missed the infernal thing climbing onto the walkway beside me. I mean, at first. It sort of radiates this really uncomfortable heat, so you catch on that it's there pretty fast, but I probably could have been a few yards down the walkway from him, if I'd been paying attention.

Anyway, I looked over right as it was heaving itself onto the platform. It only had one foot—are those rocks really feet?—on the same level as me, but apparently that was all the leverage it needed to reach out and try to hit me. I ducked down to the ground again, since it'd worked oh so well last time, but instead of him just missing me, the demon thing brought its rock arm onto the walkway and just slid it back, dragging me to the edge and flinging me off it.

My head hit the walkway below as I fell into the water.

Remember all those angry fish? They like blood.

I was pretty lucky, though. One of those heroes must have seen me fall into the water because just as I was preparing to be fish bait—I was trying to swim to one of the ramps leading out of the water, but with a bum leg I wasn't gonna out swim the fish—suddenly just...magic, okay? Magic stuff happened.

These lights were shooting down from the sky and killing the fish. I made it to the ramp and crawled up onto it and looked around for my hero, but I couldn't tell who it had been. As soon as one enemy was down, they were just turning toward another. So...I never really got a chance to thank them.

As I was laying there, wondering if I ought to try to get to the inn, so that if another thing attacked me, I wouldn't have to run far for help, the sky cleared up. Did I mention it'd been all dark and ominous? I hadn't really noticed until it wasn't anymore. Weird, right?

But, I was kind of hanging out, with this black haze around the edge of my vision, when I realized someone was calling to me. So I looked around and it was Fizz. He'd been up on the path above me when I managed to call out and he used that slow fall spell to walk down through the air to me. It was kind of cool to see. Though...it took me a second to realize there weren't two of him.

Concussions are so lame.

Well, somebody must have used magic on me, because I started to feel a little bit better. Not much, though. But it was enough that I could struggle to my feet. Fizz said he was sorry that I couldn't lean on him, since he's so short and all, but he let me use this wicked looking staff he had. I'd never seen that thing before, so I kind of wonder where he was hiding it.

But, we headed toward the rest of the town and he asked me why I was out during the attack anyway when he specifically told me to stay in the house and I mentioned the dog thing. He seemed kind of suspicious about why it'd been locked in his study, but he didn't say anything.

Well, some of the ramps leading to the higher sections of the town had been destroyed, so we ended up having to go by the inn and it turned out they'd made a makeshift sort of infirmary there.

Fizz just patted my hand, called Drizzle, that goblin at the inn I waved at from time to time, over and told me that he'd be back for me after he made sure that felhunter thing was dead. For the first time, I didn't mind him leaving me alone. Maybe because I could understand people now.

Well, at first this human woman came over, but when she tried to use magic to heal me, not much happened. I mean, I felt a bit better, but I still had cuts and stuff. She tried a few more times and it was clear that she was exhausting herself and wasn't making much progress.

I remembered that Fizz had said something about magic resistance or intolerance or something, so I told her that I was okay and she should help the others who'd been injured. She'd simply smiled, promised to come back to me and headed over to see about mending the others.

While I was sitting there, with Drizzle happily chattering my ear off—he's the one who explained the names of everything that I know now, like goblins and infernals—I watched those people who'd just been so amazing in fighting.

Even though during the battle they'd all fought side by side, without regard to who was who, now that the fighting had died down, I noticed that the nice woman who'd tried to help me skipped over a few of the injured as she went around healing. They were scary looking, to me, but then, I think that's just because I'm still uneasy around non-human people.

One was tall and lanky, with tusks and blue skin and purple hair. And he only had three fingers on each hand. It was so strange to see...I mean, I'd kind of avoided staring at anyone while I was here before, since it just made them talk to me in languages I couldn't understand. But now...now I was really beginning to see how many different creatures there were in Azeroth.

He had a pretty bad cut on one of his arms and was trying to bandage himself up. But she just walked right by him. And he didn't even look up like he'd been snubbed or anything. It was like they didn't exist in each others' worlds.

Then, this walking corpse shambled over to him—that thing really freaked me out...I mean, who wants to see something undead walking around?—and for a minute I don't know why, but I was just terrified for that blue creature. However, the zombie guy simply knelt down beside him and healed him. Then they laughed and nudged one another, joking about something too softly for me to hear.

The blue-skinned guy must have felt me watching him because he abruptly looked my way and frowned. Frowns are so much more emphasized when there are tusks sticking out of someone's mouth.

So I turned my attention toward my feet.

I didn't get it though. I mean, that guy was hurt, so why had the woman just ignored him, like he didn't exist? Why had he been forced to wait for that other guy? Was it because he wasn't human? Or maybe healing spells are picky and you have to tailor them to the species? I mean, if their anatomy is different, I could see how a human healing spell might not work on a goblin, maybe. Like, maybe it would try to grow an extra finger on their hand or something.

But then, I don't really get how magic works—beating a dead horse, I know.

I dunno. She had a sort of Mother Theresa vibe to her, and I totally don't think that Mother Theresa would have turned away someone like that. Plus, if she was a healer, wouldn't she know how to tailor her spells for anyone? If that's how they work, anyway...

I tried not to over think it, talking to Drizzle some more—even though I totally forgot to ask why the town didn't go up in flames—but I started to worry about Fizz. He wasn't back yet, so my eyes took to wandering the crowd, watching for him.

I still had his staff. Would he be okay without it?

As I looked around, I noticed more and more of that divide. I couldn't name all the species present, but they were clearly in two different groups. And each group's healers ignored the people outside of their own.

It seemed really dumb.

That blue guy was watching me, too. I guess I'd caught his attention, because every time my gaze went near where he was seated, I could see him, watching me and Drizzle. Everyone was starting to settle down, when I heard someone who sounded Jamaican say something about a woman not getting any heals.

I don't know how I knew it was that blue guy, but even as I turned to look his way, that corpse from earlier came to squat in front of me and I totally jumped and let out one of my terrified squeaks. I mean, it's not every day you come eye to glowing eye with a dead person. He frowned as I watched him in terror, but simply finished the healing spell he'd started.

His frown got deeper and creepier when he realized that his spells didn't do much. However, I don't know if he took it as a challenge or what, but he pulled up my bloody pant leg and put one of his hands over my cuts. It was so weird feeling. Like, I've never touched a dead person before, but you can just tell that they aren't living anymore. His skin was cold and it felt kind of heavy against me, like dead weight—no pun intended.

I guess concentrating on one specific injury helped focus the magic or whatever, but he healed my leg pretty fast—I think he was using big heals, if there's a difference in types of heals—and then did the same thing to my head.

When he was done, he just stood back up and started toward his friend.

I told him thank you. It seemed the least I could do and I wanted to apologize for being scared of him, but he just turned and stared at me when I thanked him, like he hadn't been expecting me to say anything at all.

Did I come off that rude to everyone? Or was it just because I'm human so he assumed I was in the group with the other humans?

When I looked back around at the other people, I saw that woman. She looked really angry. Like I'd somehow betrayed her personally by accepting that zombie guy's help. I'd been too scared to tell him to go away and honestly, what did it matter?

I didn't have much time to consider what was going on though—like how the other humans were starting to glare and whisper—because Fizz finally came back, with the leaders of the town, no less.

It only took a moment before they ushered me off into the inn for a private council about my story of where I'd come from. As soon as I was finished, the mayor or whatever—I think he introduced himself as a captain, but I was kind of caught up in everything and didn't pay attention—told me that he hoped I got the help I needed, but that I couldn't stay in Booty Bay.

Apparently another demon attack might actually send the town into the ocean. He gave me the night to get my things together—like I had anything—and suggested I talk to the heroes in town for assistance. If nothing else, he said I could head north, to some place called Stormwind.

I'm not too worried, though. I mean, if this Stormwind has even half the fighters that Booty Bay had tonight, then we can totally save my world.