Illidan couldn't stop the flow of magic through her body. He attempted to, with his mastery of the arcane he should have been able to draw it out of her. Yet all his attempts failed, as she lay on the ground unable to be woken. He couldn't understand why it wasn't working. He tried again, moving his hands over her unconscious body starting from the head and weaving down through each limb, but nothing was being extracted. It was impossible, he thought.

In his younger days over eleven thousand years ago, Illidan studied nature magic alongside his brother Malfurion, under the teachings of Cenarious, the Lord of the Forest and God of druidism. Illidan was too impatient for it, and he later studied and mastered arcane magic, becoming perhaps the most powerful wielder of it on Azeroth. Later when he gained his powers as a demon hunter, he mastered fel magic. Fel magic was the polar opposite to arcane, chaos and order, yet Illidan was blessed with such potential as to wield both equally well. He could do magic beyond the ability of even his strongest foes. The only explanation to his failure was that the magic inside Edens body was none of these. It was a magic type he was unfamiliar with. He could draw arcane energy from any source and feed upon it, but what coursed through her bloodstream was none like he had ever toyed with.

This was holy magic. He couldn't believe his eyes as her body glowed with holy light, only visible to his fel-tainted eyes. It was a light so powerful that could have easily matched his. The arcane magic of the well somehow became holy magic as it entered her body. Illidan had never seen anything like it. He knew there was nothing he could do for her as he had no knowledge of the light, even going as far to reject the gift the light had offered him. He was once given a great destiny, to become something even greater and holier than his brother, but he traded it for the dark magic's he practiced now in order to defeat the legion.

Illidan agonized over her motionless body that lay in front of him. There was no one on this world who could help him. He slammed his fist angrily onto the floor, realizing his only option. He had to return to Azeroth. There was no other choice. He would have to let her die here or bring her to someone who could wield such magic. He never planned to return to Azeroth for many more centuries at least, but leaving Eden to die was not an option. He would have to face those on Azeroth once again. The Betrayer would return home.

Illidan weaved arcane magic from the well and with all his energy cast a portal in the room. He took her dress that lay on the floor and put it on her body as she lay motionless. He picked up Edens body and stared at her. For a moment, he asked himself was it really worth returning for her. He angrily shut the thought out, knowing he could not live without her now. Even if she was a complete moron for not listening to him. Even if she went against his words and consumed the forbidden magic. He stepped through the portal with her in his arms.

The grass swayed in the light wind and shimmered underneath the blazing sun. The lake in front of him glinted bright enough to blind someone. It was the Well of Eternity he created so long ago. This was Mount Hyjal, under the tree of Nordrassil which the dragon aspects created to bless the well. He never thought he would return here, to a place of such druidistic magic. He much preferred the bleakness of the Black Temple, or the darkness of Mardum. Yet he needed one with light magic. He located them to here. He glanced around but saw no one in sight. The temple before him must have been their location. He noticed their auras through the rock walls surrounding it.

As he rushed in, everyone turned to stare at him. Tyrande, and several fellow night elves were inside enjoying a cup of tea. They all couldn't believe their eyes at the sight of him.

"Illidan? What are you doing here?" Tyrande asks.

During his ten thousand years of imprisonment, Illidan had nothing to think of except how to defeat the legion, and of Tyrande. He sat in the dark so long he had forgotten the sight of her, even her voice. After so long, when she freed him, he told her her voice was like the pure light of the moon upon his mind, and then cursed himself at his weakness. In this case after so long apart, it didn't affect him anymore. He brought Eden to them, not caring if they wanted to throw him out. He only needed them to help her. Surely Tyrande and her priestesses could draw the magic out of Edens body.

"Tyrande, good," he says simply, ignoring her initial question. "I need you to draw the magic out of this girl, quickly."

Tyrande stares at him in disbelief. She directs the other sentinels out of the room and gestures Illidan to follow her. In the next room, he sets Edens body on the tall rock slab protruding from the ground.

"Why have you returned after so long Illidan?" she asks curiously. She wasn't unhappy to see him, but she wasn't happy either. Illidan may have saved Azeroth, but she didn't trust him.

"Tyrande you need to wake her!" he shouts out of frustration and urgency, slamming his hands next to where Eden lay. He didn't want their useless rabbling to cause her to die.

"Do not worry Illidan," Tyrande looks down at the girl and waves her hand over her. "Her condition is not critical. This magic simply keeps her comatose. She will not die."

Illidan sighs not wanting to keep conversing with her. He was still angry with her, angry that she never returned his feelings and still, likely, saw him as a villain. "What do you want from me?" he asks, annoyed with her probing.

"Who is this girl? She is unlike any human I have seen."

It was true. There were humans on Azeroth, not completely unsimilar to those on Earth. Their appearance was slightly different to the trained eye, though. He was surprised Tyrande caught that so quickly.

"Her name is Eden-"

"Eden?" Tyrande cuts him off before he can continue, which annoyed him. Her gaze goes down to the girl in front of her. "Do you know who this girl is?" she asks him.

Illidan gives her a perplexing look. Eden was merely a human from Earth, nothing more. She was his soul mate but how could Tyrande know that? He awaited her explanation. Tyrande spoke of Eden as if she knew of her.

"This girl is destined to bless us with the light," Tyrande looks at her, and then up at him. Illidan stands there in confusion. "If you were here you would have heard the prophecy, Illidan. A savior named Eden would come to Azeroth and bring with her the purest light magic ever seen, able to turn even the darkest and foulest sorcery into holy magic to be wielded."

Illidan could not make sense of her words. When he arrived on Earth, he sensed no magic from any of its inhabitants. Even meeting Eden, there was no magic in her body. Nothing in his eyes showed him her potential for magic. Besides, who could prophesize such a thing? After drinking from the well, he watched the arcane become holy inside her, but couldn't explain the reasoning himself. Tyrandes words sounded like nonsense to him though.

"Impossible," he glares at her and his hands tighten into fists out of frustration. He only wanted Eden to be awoken, he didn't want some gibberish spiel about light. "I sensed no magic in her until now."

Tyrande nodded. "Indeed, she must have come from the land without magic. Even those with great potential can not unlock their magic until they acquire a source. What did you do to her Illidan?" she glares at him in return.

"I did nothing," he spit his words at her, angry she would accuse him of harming Eden. "I tried to stop her," he looked down at Eden, stroking her lifeless face with his hand. "But she drank from the waters of the well."

Tyrande looked at him curiously, watching his hand go to her face. Had Illidan finally found love? She shook her head. It wasn't possible for Illidan Stormrage to love anyone.

"You're lying," she says accusingly. "If it were simple water from the Well of Eternity it would not put the girl in such a state."

Illidan had forgotten how perceptive and adept Tyrande was at magic. He shouldn't have doubted her ability to see through anything he said, let alone magic.

"Indeed." He glares at her. He only omitted the truth to finish the conversation and have Tyrande wake Eden, but it didn't work. "What she drank was my own personal concoction of magic. It was both from the original well and the new one."

Tyrande narrowed her eyes at Illidans confession. She knew how much he needed magic, that he would go to any lengths to obtain it. Even harming and deceiving millions in the process. Whatever it took Illidan would do it. She wasn't surprised. "A dangerous combination," she says accusingly. Illidan already knew what she thought of him. It didn't make him feel worse to have her knowing what magic he used to sustain his powers.

"Can you get on with it?" Illidans impatience was growing more and more as they drew on. He nearly shouted at her but contained himself.

"Very well."

Tyrande closed her eyes and drew upon the magic inside her. She moved her hands in the air above Edens body, drawing out the light enough to wake her. Surprisingly to her, she didn't need to draw out much. Edens body could sustain a large amount of magic, just not as much as she was dosed with. Tyrande pulled out enough light magic that would allow the girl to awaken, and turned to Illidan.

"It is done. I will leave you two."

"What do you mean it is done?" Tyrande pauses as she exits the room. "Her body is still full of holy magic."

"Yes," she replies. "She will awaken soon."

Illidan watches her exit with a scowl on his face. How could Eden awaken with such magic in her? Surely this was a false prophecy, how could anyone know of Eden on this world? How could someone predict he would bring her here? He looks down, angry at himself that he could not save her.

Edens eyes flutter several times, and Illidan moves closer. He couldn't believe Tyrande was right. In her body was power and magic equal to his, and yet she awoke as if nothing happened. His face reflects the shock he felt as her eyes open and meet his.

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I felt as if I had slept for days but gotten no sleep. I opened my eyes and my body felt strange. I met the eyes of Illidan who looked bewildered. So many sense hit me and once that I wanted to scream. It was overwhelming. I couldn't take my thoughts away from the feeling coursing through my veins. That was when I remembered what I had done.

I sat up and glanced around where I lay, it was a bed made of rock and a rock building surrounding us. It was just Illidan and I. I had never seen a place like this before, surely it was nowhere near the town I lived.

"Where are we?" My voice comes out softly and I couldn't help noticing something was slightly different about it.

I looked down at my hand. It looked almost foreign. Something was inside me. Was it the water I had consumed that made me feel so strange? I look to Illidan for explanation before my thought drove me crazy.

"This is Azeroth."

Illidan seemed to collect himself nicely. He stood in front of me no longer surprised by seeing me.

"You disobeyed me and drank from the well. Do you not understand the consequences of your actions?"

I glanced around again and stood to face him. He was more intimidating than I, but I had more spunk. I glared at him and gave him an angry look.

"What are you my parent? I do what I want and I accept the consequences. Now what happened to me?"

Illidan raised his eyebrows at my attitude. It was a sign I was becoming more comfortable with him, I realized. I trusted him with my life and I had thrown it away myself. I knew I should have listened to him, but I was too prideful. I wanted to prove him wrong.

"Your body was overwhelmed with magic, as I said to dissuade you from drinking it. Apparently my warning was of no use."

"Okay I get it!" I shout at him. "I didn't listen you don't have to keep repeating it. Why are we here and what exactly happened?"

I was growing restless with no information to soothe me. My body was tingling so bad it was almost painful, surely Illidan felt that. He grabbed my wrist and stepped closer to me. I almost couldn't feel his grip on me, that was what scared me.

"I was afraid to lose you," his voice softens. "I brought you here because I could not draw the magic from your body. Tyrande rid you of enough to wake you, but you are still full of holy magic. It is blinding your senses."

I looked at him almost begging him to help me, I didn't know what to do with myself. It felt like something foreign was inside of me trying to take over. I could barely even comprehend his words. If it was truly as much magic as he said I had no idea how to control or release it. I felt like I was losing myself. The hand Illidan was holding began trembling and I felt like I was going to collapse again. Illidan must have sensed it, because he wrapped one arm around my back and the other under my bottom and picked me up against him. My legs went around his torso and my arms around his neck. I didn't want to let go, it was a wonderful and distracting sensation to be against him. It almost made me forget about how strange my body felt.

Silently, he walked out of the building with me in his arms. I looked around, but it was empty. It was a strange and foreign building made completely of intricately designed stone. Outside, was the greenest grass I had ever laid eyes upon. The sun caused me to squint and shield my eyes. Why was it so bright here?

Illidan stopped walking. I turn my head to look at what caused him pause.

"Brother, you have returned."

The man behind me looked much dissimilar to Illidan. Though I was partially blinded by the sun, luckily Illidan turned and I could see the man better without being blinded. He was nearly as tall though a bit shorter. His hair was green, and he had wings like a birds. Antlers similar to Illidans horns came from his head.

"Malfurion," Illidan says in response.

"Why have you returned?"

"I have not returned. I merely came to help someone. We will be going."

"I will not allow you to leave with the savior. Put her down."

I look strangely at this man who demanded Illidan put down the savior. The only person he could put down was me, but I was no savior. The mans words confused me, but I knew I didn't want Illidan to let go of me. I didn't know what would happen to my body if he did. Being against him seemed to soothe the effects I felt earlier to much more tolerable levels.

Before Illidan could respond, I look back to him and ask what Malfurion meant.

I didn't think he could hear, but Malfurion says, "You have not told her of the prophecy? I would expect nothing less of you, Illidan. Still the Betrayer after all these years." Malfurion sighs as if he were more disappointed than angry.

While I didn't like his words toward Illidan, I couldn't help but wonder what he was keeping from me this time. It was always something with this demon. I enjoyed his secrets though.

Instead of responding to me, he looks at Malfurion and says, "I see now it was a mistake to come here. Send Tyrande my thanks."

I try to fight against him but Illidan ignores me, and takes off with me in tow. I look down and Malfurion watches us with a concerned gaze. I wanted to know what he was talking about. Unlike he said, he didn't stop us. Perhaps he just wanted me to hear about this prophecy. I was frightened, but I knew Illidan would not spill it so easily. Eventually he brought us to the ground in an empty grassy area. I pushed away from him and he set me down on my feet.

"Care to explain?" I asked. My body was tingling again but I didn't want to touch him again until he told me the truth.

"We are going," he says, making some strange movement as if he were about to cast a spell.

"Stop!" I grab his arm and he pauses. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what he was talking about."

"It would be better if we never came here," he says solemnly.

The rage in my body only grew as he refused to tell me. I felt like I might explode. Instead, I gave him a shove and surprisingly, he stumbled backwards as a burst of light came from my hands. I stared in shock at myself, but knew this was my opportunity. As Illidan regained himself I ran in the opposite direction, toward a forest. If my words didn't get to him perhaps my actions would. I ran only a short distance before he caught up to me and pulled me against him. I tried to fight him off but I didn't know how I summoned the magic before, it just came out. I was unsure how to react.

"Explain!" I shouted as he held me, hitting him to let go of me. He didn't.

"There is a prophecy here, that a girl named Eden would come and bring with her the purest light magic ever seen on Azeroth, able to turn even the darkest magic into holy power."

I paused my attack on him.

"What?" I stuttered. "Did you know about this the whole time?" I began feeling betrayed, as if he had used me.

"No," he grinds his teeth. "If I knew I would have never brought you here. It must have been predicted in the time I was away."

I stop fighting him completely, and he gently let's go of me. I couldn't believe it. My body felt numb now, realizing what was inside me must have been magic. He explained how my body converted the magic I drank into light, that I had purified it somehow. That it was too powerful my body and put my into a coma. How he brought me here and Tyrande had woken me.

"Who is Tyrande?" I ask.

"My brothers wife," he replies with slight hesitation.

Illidan must have thought I a fool. With the new power coursing through me, I felt him hiding something.

"And?"

He looked at me as if he knew I would ask again.

"The woman I once loved. A long time ago."

"Hm." I turn away. I wasn't sure how to react to his words. The magic welled inside me and my thoughts jumbled, I couldn't think of a response. Instead I said, "Well what are we going to do? We can't leave..."

If there was a prophecy about me in this world, I couldn't just leave. And the magic in me had no release. I wanted to know how to control it. I didn't think Illidan would approve, he seemed to regret his decision to even bring me here. I wasn't sure how I could remain here without his help though. I didn't trust anyone except him, yet I feared he would want me to return home. I imagined how worried my parents must be for me... but there was nothing I can do. This must have been my destiny.

"I can not help thinking that is not the whole prophecy," he says.

"So? What am I going to do about the magic in me if we return? It doesn't feel right... Only being next to you helps," I admit.

"The fel magic in me must be neutralizing it's effects on your body," he nods. "On Earth you will not feel it as strongly. It only overwhelms you here because of the amount of magic in Azeroth."

He did have a good point, and I believed every word he said. Still I couldn't help feeling like something was drawing me here. The landscape was beautiful as if out of a storybook. I wanted to explore it more, with Illidan by my side. I wanted the adventure. And the people here, they were incredible. Malfurion looked like a god of nature and I only imagined how the other night elves were. I really didn't want to leave. Even if the prophecy held more, I wanted to learn what it was.

"I cant leave," I say to him. "Not yet."

Illidan looks at me disappointed, and sighs. I could tell he really didn't want to be here. It was understandable, the way Malfurion talked to him made me think he cared not for him. To still call him a Betrayer after all this time, it saddened me for Illidan. He didn't deserve it.

"You can return if you want." He looks at me in shock that I would suggest such a thing. "I can see why you want to leave. No one treats you as you should be treated. But if you want to stay with me for a little while I'd be really happy. I would never treat you as they do, no matter how much you lie to me or try to make me do things. I just wish you'd be honest and listen to me more."

Illidan seems to be thinking on my words. I really hoped they would affect him and make him rethink his actions. I knew though, that this would always be Illidan. It didn't change how I felt about him. I still cared for him.

"I can see you are stubborn," is all he says.

In response I put my arms around his neck and smiled up at him. He looks at me strangely as if he were unsure of my decision. I wasn't afraid though. I knew whatever happened, Illidan could protect me.

"You won't let anything happen to me right?"

He smirks and wraps his arms around me. "I can protect you from anything. What worries me is your rash decision-making."

He was right, I needed to work on thinking things through. I couldn't think about that now, though. I had to figure out what to do with this magic.

"So how can I learn to control this?" I ask him.

"I know someone who can be of use."