A/N: Thank you for the reviews and for reading! I'm not the best at romantic plots, as you can probably tell, but I have been trying to set something up throughout the story. .-.

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It was amazing how fast the tides turned once the shamans showed up. Suddenly the monsters were crumbling beneath the might of their spells and the Azerothian adventurers became more daring and the people from my world followed suit.

Why?

Because we were getting healed.

Their spells were working on us. Suddenly it was okay if we got hit by one of the demons or if we got thrown into a wall, because the shamans' spells were working. All you had to do was call out for healing and BAM you're healed. And they weren't having to over-exert themselves.

It wasn't five minutes after they'd joined the fray and things were going great, when I got cornered by one of the monsters. See, I'd figured that everyone else was doing an awesome job repelling the invaders, so that meant I would have time to find and talk to Greg. I was sort of hoping that Nicolas wouldn't be a total dick about it, but then, that is his nature. But I figured that maybe I could help get information from Greg. After all we're siblings and even if he's not upfront about it, I know what buttons to push to make him snap and lash out—verbally of course.

I mean, I still didn't really get why Greg was with the Legion. I know I must've said this a million times, but as frustrated as he might get with life, he never was violent or anything. And he's had a few girlfriends and their breakups were always mutual and there was never any scared girls freaked out that he'd hurt them or him being super broody and emo about it.

So I just…it has to be some sort of trick, right?

Well, anyway. I was trying to remember which building Nicolas had been heading toward with my brother when I felt that fel heat just in time to dodge forward. I didn't move quite fast enough and I was flung through the air when the infernal's arm hit the pavement behind me. But, even as some dwarf shaman nearby noticed me and threw a heal my way—is that how you would refer to someone casting a quick heal on you?—suddenly this ball of red fire slammed into the infernal and he just crumbled.

At first, I figured it was one of the shamans, right? But as I glanced toward where the fireball had come from, my jaw dropped. It was Eric.

He was in his werewolf form and he looked like he was having a blast. Like, I never knew that wolves could look giddy, but he pretty much outdid your typical school girl with a crush. Neesera was standing next to him, channeling continuous healing spells as her totems swayed near her feet.

I nodded toward them and wanted to go back to searching for Greg, but Eric hurried over to me, like we were regrouping to go after another one or something. I guess the fact that I'm still kind of useless in most combat didn't mean much to him.

But! It turned out he'd seen me smash that orb. A few people had. Namely because a few people had been heading over to break it themselves, but yeah. So, people were already happy to have me around since I sort of saved the day.

I mean, I'm sure someone would have broken it, but…I admit. I do kind of like basking in glory a little. And if it was Brath or Nicolas, they'd be soaking it up, so the fact that I can be proud about something isn't that vain, right?

Well, anyway, as they got to me, the fighting died down almost completely. There were still a few monsters left, but none were nearby and with no more coming, we could all breathe easy, at least for a while.

Most of the people in the street hurried off to tend to the injured or help kill the remaining demons and it was almost eerie how quickly the street quieted.

Even as I started to turn back toward the building that I was almost one hundred percent certain Nicolas had gone into, Eric and Neesera caught up to me. They were ecstatic.

Eric slung an arm around my shoulders and squeezed me hard enough that I felt one of my shoulders pop. I don't think he realized he was still in his wolf form and when he spoke, I was surprised by how much huskier his voice was.

He said my name to make sure that I was watching him and then he cast another fireball. This one took out a tree. A few druids a few buildings down glared his way, but they didn't shout anything. Instead, they seemed to be hounding another of the shamans, about their spells, no doubt.

"Did you see that?" Well, it had been hard not to, but I managed to keep any sarcasm or impatience from my voice when I told him I had. "They figured out the connection and now…" He blew up another tree.

"Do not make me regret showing you…" Neesera hissed, pinching his arm.

Even as he rolled his eyes, he nearly set some of the fur on his fingers on fire and he realized he was still a wolf. With an embarrassed noise that sounded almost like a bark, he shifted back to his scrawny, regular form, his robes drooping around him—he wears them really loose so that he doesn't destroy his clothes when he transforms.

So, I could relay the entire conversation we had about how the shamans had been able to kick butt—I tried to walk and talk so that I could find Greg, but it is not proper conversational etiquette to move and speak at the same time to the draenei, so I had to stop and listen so that Neesera's feelings didn't get hurt…though I did try to get out of there as fast as I could—but then I'd have to remember all of Eric's interruptions that happened about every five seconds as Neesera explained what had happened.

I will say this about Eric, though. It was like he'd been feeling as useless as I had been and that being able to use even one spell—pyroblast, apparently—had really brightened up his day. And it was like he wanted to make sure that I knew he was all badass again. Neesera did snap at him that he was like an attention deprived ravager—whatever that is—and then he just mumbled something about his spells never really working when I was around and him not wanting me to think that he was bad at what he did.

Honestly, I'd never known he cared about what I thought about him…

But anyway. So apparently every world has elemental spirit things. And those are what shamans call upon to get their magic. So the reason that the shamans were all meditating was because they were trying to find the voices for my world's elementals. Neesera was kind of put out as she mentioned something about their voices being drowned out by more than fel magic, but she didn't really say anymore.

Crap. I bet those elementals know about that garbage island in the Pacific. The shamans aren't gonna leave if they find out that the humans of my world are kind of wasteful, are they? And Neesera can't be mad at me. I recycle. Well, I did. Back when we had the bins. That counts for something, right?

Like I was saying though, the shamans found the voices of our elementals and then they were able to use the magic of my world.

I know what you're thinking. What magic? This world doesn't have any magic.

I will quote Neesera for you.

Life is magic.

And she said that the magic in my world is dormant. Like, she thinks the demons came a really long time ago and sealed away the magic in my world so that we humans would be easier to take down later.

However, now that the shamans have found the sources of the magic, it's awake and regular human people are going to be finding connections to it. So…Greg really could become a warlock or a mage, maybe. If he has an…innate aptitude, I think they called it?

I do not. So I will never be anything other than a rogue, if that.

But! It gets better.

Part of the reason the casters were having such a hard time in my world is because they were calling on magic all the way from Azeroth to use their spells here. So it's like magic gets weaker the further it travels? And my world is pretty far away from Azeroth.

Now that the shamans know how to tailor their spells to work in my world, they can show the other casters how to do so as well. Priests and druids and all of them don't have the same connections to magic, but it's similar enough that they can figure out basic…um…composition changes?

Think like how we learn different languages. It gets easier once you learn how the sentence structure goes, right? I know, I really shouldn't be talking when I can't really speak another language without a spell cast on me, but still. Like, once you know that the verb is at the end of the sentence instead of in the beginning—or whatever—then you can translate it better and even make your own sentences.

I don't really know if I'm making any sense, but I think that's the rough equivalent to what's going on with all the spell casters right now. Anyway, near the end of the conversation, Neesera finally got tired of Eric's continual comments and he finally picked up on her annoyance, so he dismissed himself to go rewrite his spell book so that he could cast everything here—he was really insistent that we go on another patrol sometime soon so he could show off his different spells…he thought I'd enjoy one called polymorph, though I don't really know what that does.

But yeah. So he wandered off with a bounce in his step.

By that point, people had begun to clean up the damage. A few of the dragons and people with larger flying mounts were carting off the larger pieces of building while some druids still struggled with their spells to reinforce walls where the devastation had been heaviest.

Even as I tried to think of a good way to excuse myself—I was starting to worry of what Nicolas might do to Greg if I took much longer—Neesera abruptly sighed, looking incredibly tired. Even though a single spell didn't take as much out of her now, she'd been casting way, way, way more than she typically did, so it was understandable that she needed to rest. I'd bet she'd be able to sleep for a week if she'd let herself.

However, before I could suggest that and be on my way, she spoke. "Maybe another month from now and those of us who cast more often will be able to use our magic as easily here as in Azeroth." She paused to yawn and then frown, "I am sorry that it took us so long. We should be used to the changes by now."

I stared up at Neesera. She looked apologetic, like it was all her fault. Honestly, I think figuring out how to rework your spells in about a month-month and a half is pretty good. But in that moment, I felt for her. I know how that is, to feel like you're not working fast enough.

So I hugged her. And then I gripped her arms gently. "You guys figured it out just in time, if you ask me, okay?" I nodded firmly and Neesera gave me a gentle smile. "And even though I probably won't understand half of what you say, I totally want you to tell me everything about it, but," I motioned over my shoulder with my head. "There's something I have to take care of first, okay?"

Neesera paused and then her eyes widened as she remembered the message I'd sent her just before hell had literally broken loose. "Your brother!"

I held up my hands, waving them a little frantically. "Don't yell!"

She put a hand over her mouth and nodded quickly. "You say he is here?" She straightened up, towering over me as her eyes scanned the throngs of people near the buildings. "Is he safe? Does he need healing?"

I felt my heart sink a little as I remembered Nicolas making off with him. "Probably." Even as she turned a questioning look toward me, I took in a deep breath and then looked up at her, any earlier excitement fading away. "I think he was the one who brought the demons to us."