An Unclear Future

We fought for hours, our weapons clashed over and over.

Casting Holy and Unholy spells, Neither of us giving ground.

"Seems like we are both evenly matched still, I almost forgot the rush I get fighting you."

He cracked a small grin, tossing his sword back and forth in his hands.

"Yes it has been awhile since my cold dead heart beat so heavily."

his grip tightened on his hilt, as he cast a Unholy spell over it once more.

"Now we end this Brother, Once and for all!"

I tightened my grip on my blade, as I cast a Holy righteous spell over my blade.

"Yes, let's end this brother!" we ran at each other at full force.

Only to be cut off by a huge line of flame, coming from Arrow covered in fire magic.

"Now now Darkspawn, you know our Master would not be happy with this."

We both turned to see where the voice was coming from.

And what I saw left my breathless, I couldn't believe who stood before me.

"Roza, it is not wise to cut me off middle battle like that."

I dropped my sword, falling on my knees.

"Roza, is it truly you?" I looked at her in shock.

Her skin was the same as the day we buried her.

Her hair was normal, and her eyes glowed a normal gorgeous blue.

She was the perfect embodiment of a High Elf.

"Hello little Jethro, I'm sorry to cut off your little battle here."

My jaw hit the ground, my body turned cold as my eyes started to water.

"Roza, why are you here, why are you here with him?!"

I pointed at Darkspawn, She just over looked me so easily as she always had.

"Come Spawn, our Master calls us home."

"Master? But the Lich King is dead, he been dead for years now!"

Spawn walked over to her, opening a odd dark portal.

Walking right through it, both of them fading from my vision.

I dropped to all fours, my tears flowing from my eyes like a running river.

"Why, why did you both have to be alive?!" I screamed out loud in pain.

I slowly felt my strength fade from my body, as I fainted from all the stress from the battle earlier.

I woke up the next day at Day break back in Silvermoon city.

I looked around, seeing my armor and weapon laid off to the side of my newly found bed.

And on top of my blade, was a small note, I picked it up and started to read it.

"Jethro my dear old friend, I know it has been a long time since we last talked."

I kept reading on wards, as the note told me to meet the writer at the front of silvermoon gates.

I got up and dressed myself, putting back on my armor piece by piece and putting my weapon back in my sheath.

I walk slowly out of my room, being careful not to jar my wounds.

I slowly made my way out into the main hall way, trying my best to make it out to the front gate.

And again I am almost brought to my knees by what I see in front of my own eyes.

"Bal'a dash, Malanore My old friend."

he said with a small grin on his face, as cocky as ever.

"Shin'do Belore!" I ran in to hug him tightly, his arms held me closely.

"Aelos how can it be that all the Ghost from my past come back to me?!"

"I am sorry I left y'all, I shouldn't have turned away from y'all in your time of need."

finally I let him go, I step back and noticed his eyes.

"Aelos, is that why you left?" I placed my hand over his blindfold.

He grabbed my hand, "We will talk about where I been later, for now we must talk about where we are headed."

My head shot back, "We, what do you mean by we?" I asked very confused.

He nodded towards the gates, as I noticed his Sisters Sadi and Vampiyra with a Troll druid and weird figure covered in black.

"Jethro we are on a mission to hunt down our lost, each one of us here are looking for someone."

I nodded my head, "Say no more my old friend, when do we leave?"

He smiled softly, "We leave as soon as you are ready to go."

I walked past him, "Than let's go old friend, we got a lot of ground to cover!"