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So, a few things.

It turns out that Nicolas hadn't come alone. He'd brought Eric with him, who was ecstatic to see me, by the way. When he saw I was with Nicolas, his face just lit up and he wrapped me in this bear hug and said it would be okay because all of them had lost someone.

That was when it occurred to me: Nicolas hasn't told anyone else that I was the reason Greg escaped. Though, and I don't mean to sound paranoid, but I think he wanted Greg to get away. I don't know why, but once again I am falling into someone else's master web.

Well, you know what? Whatever. It's kind of scary, but I think that I trust Nicolas. Like, whatever he has planned, it needs to happen to save my world or something. I don't know why Greg escaping would do that—I'm choosing to ignore that little voice in the back of my head that still whispers, 'Maybe Greg's a good guy after all,' and just assume that it's some dastardly rogue plot that will make the world safe again.

Anyway, I like Eric. He's always so nice to me. Ever since the beginning.

When he greeted me, I realized that he didn't know about Greg and so I kind of hung back when he made his portal, hoping I could get a chance to talk to Nicolas real quick and confirm my new suspicions.

However, Nicolas chose to ignore the fact that I wanted him to slow down and just trotted through the portal. That jerk.

Was he gonna hold this over my head? Was the whole nice act routine was just to get me to condemn myself after all?

I was worried and I guess I wore it on my sleeve, because Eric looped an arm around my shoulders as he nodded reassuringly and told me the portal would work for me now.

And it did. Though by the time we walked through it, Nicolas had disappeared into the base. I mean, he was only a few seconds ahead of us but…I dunno if he crawled through a window somewhere or what, but he was just gone, so there was no talking to him about my new concerns.

I have to admit though, that didn't stay in my mind for long. You see, things have changed.

It turns out that I was in Moonglade for almost two months—who'd have thought?—and in that time, they've really fortified the base. It's expanded to about eighteen blocks, though there's more constant fighting on the fringes now. You can hear the demons roaring in the distance and the clash of weapons and the whir of magic through the air. All of the trees reinforcing the buildings are practically immortal. Like, you can't cut them, burn them, anything. Now that the druids are working with my world's magic, they're kicking butt.

Oh, and the building the portal is in is gone. Well, kind of. They leveled it, but not really. What they did was grow one of those trees so that it's branches caught all the debris that had once been the first and second floors and then grew it until it's one of the tallest places in the base. And it's mostly hollow, so now it's like a giant hotel's foyer when you step through the portal. And they set up portals to other areas, though there are always mages nearby to close them, should the demons do some great push and retake the area. After all, we don't want our enemies using what we've worked so hard to make.

And there are a lot more people.

Azerothians, yes, but more than that, there's people from my world. Like, there's this one guy from Russia who helps guard the portals. He's this huge dude, like someone you'd expect to see in the movies who can just shoulder a Gatling gun and make the earth shake when he walks. I mean, he's gotta be able to bench press…I don't know what's a lot for that. But like a lot a lot.

Anyway, get this, he's a mage. Yeah. All that muscle and he stands in the back casting frost magic.

Well, I'd understood that maybe people from my world would get magic now, like Neesera said, but I never thought they'd be good at it. I mean, not so quickly. But this guy…he's right up there with Fizz and Maevlen and Eric. I haven't caught his name yet.

But anyway, there are more people like him, from all over the world. I guess now that there are portals up to different parts of the world, different people are just traveling all over, looking for demons to fight, to get revenge for all that they've lost.

As we walked through the streets, I started picking up on something else, too. You know how the Horde and Alliance in Booty Bay wouldn't associate with each other? I guess I'd kind of figured that people from my world would end up doing that, too, but…

Maybe I'm not making sense, and maybe if we do defeat the Legion, things will go back to the way they were again, but right now people from all different countries are fighting together. Different cultures, different religions, everything.

It's sort of like the end of the world saved us.

I'm not saying cultures are being discarded or anything, either. It's just, not as important who hails what flag or prays to what god or the color of someone's skin when you consider that we're all fighting for our home. And instead of just being blinded by hatred, people are talking. Seeing past their differences to see that we're all human.

Well, except for most of the Azerothians, but I mean people from my world.

Like I said, I don't know if this will last should the fighting stop, but right now, it's almost like the world's more at peace than it ever was, because right now everyone's just seeing the one enemy.

Oh.

I almost forgot: we can see the sky.

The clouds have receded over the area of our base. I guess it's due to some sort of purification that the healers have been doing.

And that's why the demons are attacking so much more frequently. They're frantic that they're gonna lose this world.

I thought that was pretty awesome, but Eric says that means that someone named Kil'jaeden will probably be visiting our world soon, if he's not already here. He was repelled from Azeroth, but even their great heroes weren't able to kill him. And worse, if we do manage to beat him, then there's this other guy called Sargeras…? Or something.

Anyway, we're not out of the demonic woods yet.

Well, when we got back to the hotel—which has had a few levels added to it via trees and those rooms look pretty cool, I gotta say—Eric was called away to help with something. He promised he'd be back as soon as he could and he'd fill me in on everything if no one else got the chance to beat him to it.

So nice.

I wandered up to my room and Fizz was there! We hugged and would have probably spent all day talking and catching up, but, you know, I wanted to find Brath. Secretly, I was kind of hurt he hadn't been waiting for me.

I mean, you might think that I'd be mad that he tortured Greg—for a while I was—but… Even without the voices in his head, he's still a little—well more than a little—bad. It turns out he volunteered to torture Greg, telling Nicolas it was to prove his loyalty when really he was doing it to make sure that I'd be able to get to Greg to help him later.

I've said it before and will say it over and over: Dragons are way smarter than people.

Without him, Greg really would be dead. Personal feelings aside, that probably would have been better, but…meh. I'm glad he helped me save Greg, even if it was through a rather twisted method.

In case you're wondering, Brath had gotten Nicolas to 'trust' him through the information he got form torturing a few other people apparently and so when Greg's turn came up, Nicolas trusted him to not need a baby sitter.

Well, that's what we'd thought when we'd saved Greg, back before I found out he was evil and I ran off to try to hide my guilt. Now, like I said, I think this is some plan, but I don't know what the end game is. And I kinda wonder if Brath was in on it from the beginning, letting me think I was coming up with stuff on my own when really I was following someone else's breadcrumbs.

So I wanted to talk to Brath. For that and because I just…missed him. God, why are all the guys in my life horrible people? And why do I love them regardless?

…

I suppose I could try to rephrase that, but who am I kidding? I can deny things all I want, but I'm in love with Brath.

I was able to listen to Fizz's stories about Egypt—on a side note, he says that a lot of the places in my world echo certain cultures in his world and he thought that was pretty interesting…I do, too, actually—and a few other places before I was too distracted and politely interrupted.

When I asked where I could find my dragon, Fizz seemed puzzled at first. He cocked his head and his giant ears bobbed slightly from the motion. Then he motioned toward the direction the portal tree was. "I just figured he'd already said his hellos or somethin'." He trailed off for a moment, straightening his head as one of his eyebrows quirked. "He didn't meet ya?"

"No…"

"Huh," Fizz frowned, his lips dipping down and accenting his sharp little teeth as he spoke again. "Odd. He's been threatenin' to burn this place to the ground if someone didn't find ya and bring ya back."

I felt a knot in my stomach. What if something had happened to him? Did he go back to Azeroth to find me and get repossessed or whatever by the old gods? Had he been captured by demons?

It was apparent that something had happened and before I could even start freaking out properly, Fizz patted my hand and pointed up. "Try the roof, yeah? A lot of the dragons hang out up there and even if ya don't find him, maybe another one knows where he is?"

Well, I bolted. I think I called out something about talking later over my shoulder as I booked it up the steps, but maybe not. Hopefully Fizz will forgive me later, if I didn't.

Anyway, I wound my way up and up and up, all the while different thoughts racing through my head. What if he wasn't there when I got up to the roof? Was he lying somewhere further in the city, hurt and dying? Would I never get to say goodbye?

And what if he was there? What would I say? He's always been such a tease, but…

I can't tell you all the different scenarios that scuttled through my head. I think I was all but convinced that Brath had been abducted by demons by the time I finally stepped out onto the sunny roof and looked around.

While yes, I was thinking of different possibilities, I'd been sort of hoping that, well, that he'd be there.

I felt crushed for a moment before I heard a soft rustling of wings behind me and a voice.

"Amy?"

I whirled around all hopeful before I realized that it wasn't Brath's voice, but Derres'. He was in his elven form as he walked over to me, with another creature who was likely a dragon in mortal guise. This one looked like another elf, though her hair was a soft blue. She gave me a brilliant smile as Derres whispered something to her and gave me an elegant bow.

"Miss Ford, a pleasure to meet you."

I managed a short nod as my gaze focused on Derres and he seemed to sense my urgency and let the rest of our introductions slip as he looked down at me. "What's the matter?"

"Have you seen Brath? Is he okay?"

"Brath?" The woman blinked, confused.

"Brathrion," Derres murmured, his mouth forming a thin line.

However, even as I tried to read into his expression, the female dragon clapped her hands together, a look of recognition settling on her features. "Oh. You mean Zaercia's mate?"