Friend or Foe - The journey

[ruwendje44]

Chapter One: Friend or Foe Part 1

Sunlight kissed her hallow cheeks, the wind played with her dark shining hair, the odor of rotting fish muzzled her nostrils.

Yes she had arrived in the Port she once knew as the social hub for pirates, filthy beggar’s, tiring drunkards and the casual bar fights at one of the most visited Taverns in Booty Bay. As soon as she set foot on the wood and made her way towards her once so commonly visited tavern she could not hide her disgust for what it has become.

As she had figured; the Goblin’s had no interest in cleaning the Bay, nor did any of the drunkards or baggers that seemed far more interested to see what she had on her. Just one look was all they needed for them to know their place. And as if that wasn’t enough… Her next hour would be filled with more disgust and annoyance than she had anticipated.
Once Misjana had set foot in the bar her eyes fell on the small crowd at the bar. Two Sin’dorei like herself, the casual Goblin’s hanging about and an enormous Tauren. Oh how she hated the smell of their fur.. Tauren, for all she cared they were nothing worth, Taurens. But for now she would have to swallow her disgust away, and what would help her better to stomach the filthy place Booty Bay had to offer her, than by doing so with the taste of Dalaran Red?

As she made her way to the bar her annoyance grew bigger. The tall man –the Tauren- did not even notice her. Who did he think he was for her to –ask- if he would make way for her?! How annoyed rude could one be? Not as if it was the first she encountered, but every time she came across these… these… furry cows she tends to forget how… dumb they are! But as the true lady she was she simply asked him to step aside and as he did she continued to the bar.

One would expect that by now her level of annoyance would subside. Seeing as she finally reached the bar, Tauren out of her way, indoors away from that awful odor of rotting fish. But no… no not for Misjana. It could only get worse!

After she ordered her glass of Dalaran Red, the two Sin’dorei who stood at the bar as well, both glanced at her. The one to her right with a rather… disturbed look. “What now?!” She wanted to shout, but she knew that would be upsetting. Instead she just put in the effort to add some essence to the little conversation the two girls were having about parents. Where the one on Misjana’s right admitted that she had no parents. Misjana could not resist the urge to state that in the end no one needs parents. Just to put it out there, and hopefully get under the girl’s skin, even if it was just for a second. If she did remains a mystery as she never had the opportunity to watch her expression. Because by the time the women were even close to answering Misjana already found her seat and made herself comfortable.

A snap of the fingers, some Shadows stirring, appearing, disappearing. Oh how she loved watching the Shadows obey her every command. And there it was – her pouch-. Woven from purple silk, and the contents it held. Artifacts, a family necklace and a book. A book with a cover as black as the night sky itself, three purple runes inscribed onto the cover. And the contents; not for the weak, or light-wielders as Misjana would state.

After turning some of the pages while enjoying the fine Dalaran Red; yet questionable if the content of the glass was –truly- Dalaran Red, Misjana finally got to the page she wanted to read for days now. Because traveling by boat makes it tough to read. Especially if you have some sort of sea sickness. However; now that she was on land again and in the company of… filth, she was assured no one would interrupt her in her studies. And how she was wrong.

As she drew a sigil in the air, for practicing, one of the Sin’dorei came up to her to disrupt the spell and just… break it in mid-cast! Misjana was raging, yet tried to come off as a true lady of course. She pushed herself up and walked over to the rude wench she is. Asking what is the reason for doing such a thing, to which the woman simply answered she disliked Shadow magic. And the other woman. “The foolish one” Misjana would say if asked; she dared to ask what a Shadow mage is. As if she never heard of it before?! "Ridiculous" Misjana thought to herself. But she took the time to explain it to her –briefly, of course- anyway. To which she was so annoyed she had to take a little stroll through the filthy docks. Just for the sake of getting her act together before she would burst out of her skin.

But of course not without causing some damage of course! Oh how she loved playing the mind, watching people struggle for either an argument, or the sake of saying they are in their right. But this one was easy. The Spell breaker said she did not enjoy the death of others. “Empathy” is the word she used. To which Misjana simply stated that for one to kill with feeling sad afterwards is just pathetic. That someone who felt emphatic afterwards should not be killing at all for it is just a waste of… enjoyment!

Soon after she left the tavern and just enjoyed the view over the water in the docks. The odor still lingered, but she just accepted she was in Booty Bay. Even though it bothered she was not in the company of any alcoholic beverage and therefore she made her way back into the tavern, to find the other Sin’dorei had left and there was plenty of room for her to buy herself the bottle of wine. And so she did.

With corked bottle in the hand she made her way back onto the docks where she found the other woman; the one asking what a Shadow mage is all about. She was all by herself, and Misjana couldn’t help but try to get to her too. And so she started to ask questions. Where her friend was and if she let her walk off into the jungle to be found killed by the wildlife out there.

It seemed her little tricks worked as the woman must have started to feel guilty to just move into the jungle herself and go and look for her so called friend. Of course Misjana couldn’t resist the urge to annoy her some more; just for the sake of getting back to her. She was one of the annoying factors back in the tavern, now it was time for payback albeit a small one.

After minutes of strolling through the bushes and waving off filthy insects and the whatnot, they finally arrived at some deserted ruins where they found the Spell breaker wrestling with this… man. To Misjana’s understanding they were having a go at it. Head-butts, bloodshed and screams of letting go. The perfect enjoyment on such a troublesome day! But again; things always seem to backfire in some way.

After the two were done playing –as Misjana saw it- the two women departed; the one dragging the other over the shoulder. Such a pain for the eyes to observe, but for the better anyway. But the man he remained. And out of nowhere he called her turn-coat wench. Turn-coat wench! The words lingered, eating on her small barrier she tried to uphold to come off as this lady like figure, but this man, he knew exactly –how- to break that barrier in less than two seconds! She wanted to yell, to scream! To rip his heart of his chest, but she fought the urge. After all he fought that girl, so in some way they had one thing in common. Hating on the girl!

Misjana offered him to drink with her; he told her his name, the fool. Everyone knows that giving your true name to a Shadow mage, skilled in the art of Shadow and curses is dumb. Yet he did not seem to care. And that is where it all starts. He was rude, nothing like a true Sin’dorei sir! No, he was arrogant, called her wench, and a turn coat one at that as well! He called her arrogant, and that she sat on this pedestal somewhere up high. And although he annoyed her to the point where she wanted to gut him… he still had charms. Not the ones she would fall for straight away; but oh how she wanted to get to know this man! She figured he could be her worse enemy, or her best ally. Either way, she can’t lose him out of her sight for now.

Once the bottle was empty, there arguing coming to an end and Caeril departed, Misjana stood there. All by herself. She had either two choices. Going back to that stinkhole of a port, or slowly bring herself to the place she felt most at home –Silvermoon City-. The decision was easily made, and she made her way back to her beloved city…

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Chapter Two: A Tree full of Delicious Apples

The exile of a Tauren, the reasoning beyond his exile and the ongoing blabbering about what would be ‘righteous’. As if her day couldn’t get worse. But it didn’t. No instead this day was a tree of delicious apples, providing her with the best ideas!

As Misjana sat on her table back at home her mind drifted off. Some would say she was in a state of meditation, others would say she just lost it. Either way; she was letting her mind get the best of her. And not only her mind, but the demon that was hidden within the shadows in one of the darker corners of her living room was there to help fuel the ideas that were moving rapidly through her mind.

“Sin’dorei; we outstand all the others…” She said to herself as her mind wandered through the darker corners of her consciousness. “We should be in charge!” A snicker and a slam on the table plate was what followed next. “Yes!” She screamed as she got up from her seat.

“Mistress what will be your next move? For we do not have much time.” A low, dark voice filled with agony and despair asked from the shadows. Misjana looked over at the two yellow eyes that stared at her from shadows and she sighed. “That my dear will all come to light when I am done. There are preparations to make. However… I am not sure whether it would be wise to leave Silvermoon city just yet. Besides, we only got here a few days back. And I still am craving for the delicious wine over at the Tavern, where I am sure, we will find us some more friends.” Her lips curled into a sly smirk. “The longer we stay here, the more I can get done. And you… oh you can just go back to your little shadows and wait until everything is in order.” She said with a sarcastic undertone.

The yellow eyes widened. “Do not overestimate yourself, Mistress. We are not just here for your quest to power!” The demon slowly moved out of the shadows, revealing a large voidwalker. “Zag’zazt, you seem to misunderstand my goals and actions. In the end we share the same goal!” Her voice taking on a high pitch as she looked how the demon slowly moved from the shadows into the small lighted part of her room. At this moment the Voidwalker stood before her. The only thing between them the seat she sat on earlier.

“No, we do not share the same goal. We use one another to achieve our own goal within our own timed schedule. But you forget that in the end it is –we- who will have to decide whether or not your plan is good enough to let you continue your work. As for I… I am just here to point you in the right directions.”

A cold chill ran down Misjana’s spine. At this very moment she knew that whichever words she chose to let out of her mouth, they should be considered carefully. “. . . Very well then. You have it –your- way. I will make sure the preparations are in order within a fortnight. If that is good enough for you. . .”

The Demon slowly returned to his corner. And Misjana knew that was his approval. She was in no way letting that demon come any closer than he already was, for she knew what would come from it. And as he returned to his shadows, she made her way to the door to find herself the man she needed.

To be continued. . .

[ruwendje44]

Chapter Three: Interest part 1

She sat at the bar of one of Silvermoon’s most visited Inns. Wine was flowing, laughter and all-day chatter filled the room, fabric of all kinds with all kinds of color danced over the floor as men and women made their way through the Inn.

There she sat. Lips purged after taking another sip of her wine. Her hair hanging silent onto her back. Her eyes scanning the people within her beloved city. She couldn’t help but to smile so now and then when she thought about how proud she was to be a Sin’dorei. The elegance of the race, their beauty and their sophisticated demeanor. Oh how she loved to be around her own kin.

As Misjana pulled her attention away from the crowd and looked back at her glass to pick it up, she noticed the bartender observing her. As if a cloak of annoyance whirled itself around her, she perked her brow at the man. “What are –you- looking at?!” She snapped at the man. The bartender, obviously surprised by her reaction, quickly lowered himself behind the counter and grabbed another bottle of wine for one of the other customers.

“Is there no place where one can enjoy her thoughts in silence?” She asked herself. And from her left a reply followed. She looked up and looked at Sur. Just the man she was looking for! Ah yes, even though he was defeated in a duel, and he looked more into his ‘beauty’ rather than his fighting abilities. She was glad to see this man.

They had business to discuss. And Misjana knew how dangerous this little missions was. She had to use her skills to the fullest. Trust on her intuition and on her ability to read people. If she only chose the wrong person, her whole plan would fall to pieces. And she knew exactly what would follow if that disaster would take place. But she was confident enough to start her little expedition with this man. And so she explained him she wished to speak to him.

And to all good things come an end.
There she was… once again. Disrupting her conversation, her concentration, her little game. Celen; the wench from earlier that week. The pain it brought to Misjana’s stomach to not gut her right there. To not let her shadows consume that girl and send her to the afterlife. The aches… she had to fight the urge to subdue her own aches, and she did. She nodded at the woman. Simply to acknowledge her presence. But that was more than enough to Misjana’s likings. But of course… the moron, Sur, he had to start asking questions, seeing how she was. And while he did, the girl began to blabber about the noise in the street the night before. Which caused the girl to not get through the night. –How sad… not-.

Then the girl got these… these… wet eyes. As if she was in pain. Pathetic! But of course it granted Misjana an opportunity to use that to her little enjoyment. To see if she could crack the girl open like a nutshell and see if she could plant some seeds of pain. But no. She was just going on about dry eyes. She even got the nerves to act… annoyed?!

Being offended by the fact she was unable to plant seeds of pain and mind-struggle within the girls mind, Misjana wanted to make sure this conversation would not continue for much longer. She said that if Sur wanted to hear her story, he should come with her. And he did. Oh how he would make the ride of his life when this was all completed. A sly smirk curled her lips as she thought about that while making her way out of the Inn.

On their way towards Misjana’s small cottage, she asked him how he thought about demons. Sur seemed to answer in a rather… Diplomatic manner to Misjana’s annoyance. Yet it was enough to made her not shoo him off like a dog. Once they were at her home she snapped her fingers, the door would slam open and the shadows from within embraced Misjana as she stepped into the cottage. Just a few candle lights made it only barely possible to see where to go. But as it was her comfortable home. Filled with the presence of magical artifacts, shadows and Zag’zazt. Although the latter would not make his presence known, unless… well that is for another time.

At first Sur seemed rather unsure. Especially by the question she asked him on their way to her cottage. But he did make his way into her house and even made it through to her table. And there they sat. Staring in the dark while Misjana observed the man briefly before explaining the reason of being here to him. She also explained that a series of question was what he could expect. And that there was no right or wrong answer. But was that really true? At least he must have thought she was sincere, for he did answer every single question. Sometimes diplomatic, sometimes with confident. Oh how she enjoyed watching a man move, trying not to break the eggshells. Ah yes. This must have been some sort of torture for the man. She thought to herself. While in the background the sound of pencil scrabbling on parchment could be heard.

After her last question she had a good idea of where this man stands. How he thinks and what could be one of the things that drive him towards certain acts. His beliefs were rather well in line with what she was looking for. So, yes. He passed the first test. A smile curled her lips this time as she nodded at the man. “That was the final question.” She seemed pleased and the eyes in the background blinked at her. Another wave of confidence and relief rushed over her after the demon showed his approval.

And then… a nightmare. Sur came out of the blue with his statement of ‘You do not seem like the woman for it.’ Which in reality is true. Ambitious and power driven as she is, she is –not- into dating men. However, this might come in handy for the greater cause! Therefore she nodded kindly at him and said yes to his request. The man made his way out and Misjana closed the door behind him with the snap of her fingers.

“Interesting, Misjana. Very… Interesting. You have grown since you last showed your face here around Eversong and Silvermoon City!” The dark voice said after the door was closed. Oh and how she was just about to enjoy her evening in silence. And how she was wrong!

The demon came out of the shadows and moved swiftly towards her. His face close to hers as he spoke. “Although you have grown… you are still a lesser one. You serve us, and to what extent do you think to continue your vile play?” The demon’s voice made the bookshelves against the wall shake. “You will never put us in a dangerous spot, Misjana. And that is exactly what you have done today!”

Misjana held her face straight. She cocked her head to the right to look right back into the demon’s eyes. “Is that so? Zag’zazt?” She moved her hand into a small pocket to the side of her waist and brought it back up. She held a small green crystal in her hand between the two of them. “See. I do what is asked of me. –But- I can do so, without the pointless threats you seem to throw at me.” She smirked at him. “You seem to forget that I summoned –you- into this plane. And that –you- are the lesser one in this plane! For the Legion will not just save you for when I am done with you!” Her eyes had narrowed. Her expression was serious. “Just one word and I will send you back!” She said as she stood up from her chair.

As she made her way to one of the bookshelves to hide the small crystal, her anger subdued. The tension escaped her muscles and she relaxed her body. When the crystal was safely hidden, she turned on her heels and smiled at the demon. “Now. We got our first ally… or is it a victim?” She giggled while bringing her hand to her chin to think about it. “Either way he is in… and now I need to find the others. Now be a good demon and get back to that little corner will you? We do not want to fret our next guest.” She chuckled, nodded at the demon and walked over to the door. She opened it and inhaled the fresh air Eversong woods provided her with and stepped out of her cottage. Closing the door she reminded herself of another man she met days ago. And so she moved back towards the place they first met.

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Chapter Four: Unwelcomed guest

“Through power I will retake what is rightfully mine.”

Steps followed by a knock. Another knock followed. No answer. A smirk appeared on the strangers lips as he placed his hand against the door. A green glow moved between the touch of the gauntlet and the wooden door.

The door opened and the figured glanced inside. His right hand rubbing his chin as he scanned the living room with his eyes. A slight smile appeared on his lips as he nodded.
“It must be here…” The figure said before he moved inside.

---- Meanwhile in Booty Bay---

She finally reached the awful port known as Booty Bay once more. This time she could not be bothered with the people who were here. No, she had to watch -him-. As she reached the regularly visited Inn at the end of the dock she could not help herself than to think about her time with Sur. How that man had made an impression. And how foolish of her to let her feelings get the best of her!

He was nothing more than a pawn in the bigger scheme. She reminded herself over and over, but even by trying so hard to convince herself, the feelings would not subdue or even take less effect. So she decided that before she would continue her search, she should get herself a nice bottle of wine. Well… nice? At least something to take her mind of things before she went off to bed.

After she bought herself a nice bottle of wine she moved to the second floor where she could enjoy her wine in silence. Not just the stupid, irrelevant feelings had caught her off guard. No, time was getting on to her. A fortnight she remembered telling the demon. But days passed as if they were minutes and she still only had –one- to call her ‘ally’. If that was what you could call it. Then there also was this… wench… Celen. She kept interfering with her business and for some reason she was becoming a bad omen.

She took a good swing from the bottle before she poured the liquid into her glass. Another sip, this time from the glass itself followed before she threw her head down into the palm of her hands. Something was amiss and she had no idea what it was.
Feelings? Perhaps… guilt? NO! Time… time was her worst enemy. She knew she would have to set things in full throttle if she ever wanted to fulfill her destiny. But finding allies these days was way harder than when she did years ago. The Cataclysm had changed not only the face of Azeroth, but people their mentality and moral ideals as well, and here she was. Ha. Fighting for something that might go awry even –before- she could have set things in motion!

----Back in Eversong Woods----

The figure had finally made his way into the small cottage. As there were only four small candles to light the room, he held up his hand and on his palm a green flame started to dance. The shadows within the room started to stir. Not from the flame, but towards the flame, as if the flame consumed the shadows to increase in size, which it did. The man slowly began to move through the living room, moving his hand to his left and right to get a clearer view of what was in the cottage.

He walked over to the table and began to look for something. He moved papers and books aside, made some of the books even fall to the ground. But he didn’t seem to care to keep his visit unknown. As he was about to take a step and turn on his heels a small hand pulled his ropes.

“Master, we are not alone.” The screeching voice said as he looked up at the man. The man looked back at the Imp. The Imp stared into one of the corners, his eyes squinted. The man looked into the direction his Imp was to only see a pair of yellow eyes staring back at them. A shrug and a pull of the ropes to move on was all he man did. He could not be bothered with a Lesser demon, nor could he be bothered with anything –but- the artifact he was after.

The figure walked over to the bookshelf and let his hand rest on of the books. From the corner the Voidwalker moved swiftly towards the man at the Bookcase. “You are unwelcome here!” The demon said. “Leave now.” The figure looked at the demon, staring back into his yellow, emotionless eyes and smirked at him. “No. No Zaz’zagt.” He raised his left hand. A green glow appeared around his hand, and a white light began to burn within the palm of his hand. “You seem eager to keep me away from this shelf.” As the words moved from his lips he conjured fellfire in his right hand and set the bookshelf alight. “You have forgotten who I am, haven’t you?” The smirk now turned into a grin. “Do not fret, demon, for I am sure you know who I am… and to keep things… ‘clean’ we will just act as if I was never here. Hmm?”

The demon moved a few inches closer to look at the man. “You have had your time. Now leave. My Misjana is not here, she will be back in days.” The demon said. His dark low voice holding a hint of warning to it. “-Your- Misjana, hmm?” The man said. “Well how about this? You make sure you inform –Your- Misjana that I was here.” He chuckled. “And to make things easier for you. How about…” He reached for the middle of the demon and cast his banishing spell into the voidwalkers breast. “I send you right where you belong, while I take my leave with…” He glanced at the Imp who had been sniffing around the pile of ashes that once was the bookshelf. The Imp held up a small crystal. “With this crystal?” The figure said as he took the crystal from the Imp and held it up.

The Voidwalker was pushed back and slowly his body started to fade. “We shall come for you!” The demon said before he faded completely. And with him the shadows that lingered within the room. As if the sun itself had appeared in her cottage, everything seemed bright. Sunlight kissed the artifacts, the books, tomes and the pile of dust on the floor next to him. He laughed as he turned to look out of the house into the Woods. “This shall be fun…” And the Imp nervously nodded at that, before the two moved out of the cottage again and closed the door behind them.

----Back in Booty Bay----

Her stomach stirred by the awful feeling that washed over her ten seconds ago. As if she was bathed in the embodiment of a Voidwalker itself. The feeling had sent chills down her spine and made her head ache. “Perhaps I had too much a drink…” She said before pushing herself up. She moved towards the third floor where she was greeted by a door and beyond the door a bed that would make her regain her strength over the night.

As soon as she made her way into the room she threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes. But instead of getting any sleep, or rest, Zag’zazt appeared behind her.
“Misjana… he has returned.” Misjana who felt as if she was dying at this very moment looked up at the demon with squinted eyes. “What… are you… doing… here?!” She spat at him. “You were not invited to my pity party!”

“Mistal`aerix has returned, Misjana.” The demon said. And as the words slowly started to sip into her drunken brain, her eyes widened. “The Fell!” Was all she could say before she passed out on the bed.

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Chapter Five: Time is Ticking

“Time to move.” Misjana said. Her hair hung in front of her face as she stood bend over a box. A snap of her fingers and two crates hovered over to place themselves next to the box Misjana was placing books in. The pile that hovered right next to her held all sorts of books. All mainly containing chapters about Shadow magic, Draenor or diaries from back in the days while she still was a student at one of the colleges in Silvermoon city.

She reached at the pile and took two books, placed the first one into the box and sighed. “This is annoying.” She reminded herself. But she knew it was easier to do it herself than to let Ghouls help her. Ah yes, Ghouls. The Death Knight she had found herself offered his help to her. He introduced himself as ‘Corpse’. Misjana snorted as she thought about it. As if she would ever name him differently. Well… she did! She called him dear. But then again, he was so… innocent, so inappropriate and it seemed as if he would need a mother of sorts. While Misjana would be anything –near- a mother figure, she did enjoy his company.

“Misjana the clock is ticking… and you are not making much progress.” The deep voice reminded her of that what she intensely hated. –Time-. An enemy that could not be defeated, nor denied. It was there and it ticked. It ticked and Misjana hated it. “Yes yes.” She said. Annoyed by the appearance of Zag’zazt she continued to pack her stuff.

“Where is the crystal?” The Voidwalker asked as he closed the distance between them. Misjana pushed herself back up and stared into the eyes filled with nothingness. Before she would reply she reminded herself never to make a pact with a demon ever again. This one was a bad one when it came to obeying her orders, he appeared and disappeared as it pleased and his way of ordering her around made her feel tiny, unimpressive. Which in all fairness she was.

“Not here, now if you excuse me…” Before she could end that particular sentence the voidwalker had slammed her against the wall behind her. He had lifted her off the ground and stared right into her eyes. Cold chills ran down her spine, and her body felt cold all of a sudden. Shadows from the corners of her room moved to the Voidwalker. They seemed to empower him and his grip around her throat got even more firm. She gasped for air as she stared in those huge orbs of emptiness, only to find herself feeling more miserable with every passing second.

“Time is against you, Misjana Minaar. Our patience is running thin.” His voice increased in volume as he continued. “And as our patience is running thin, you believe you could have me stand idly in some Death Knight’s hideout. We are not happy, Misjana and you will understand what it is to witness our Wrath once time runs out.” The threatening undertone in the demon’s voice was clear and not to be taken lightly. She was fully aware of the problems that were about to follow if she wouldn’t watch her next step.

As the Voidwalker held her up against the wall Misjana began to lose consciousness . Darkness began to cover her eyes, the room, the demon, everything seemed to fade before she would lose it all. She fell into the Void known as sub-consciousness.

To be Continued. . .

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Chapter Six: Change Of Direction

The Mind is such a fragile thing. Folk try to keep it safe from harm, yet when one lets it guard down anyone or anything could play a destructive part in any of its fragile sections. However, how hard one tries to protect itself and its mind. There is no guarantee it will stay untouched as long as one lives. – Unknown.


Darkness, echoes of the past and horrifying flashes of events that took place years ago. “Don’t go!” Another heartbreaking flash of history. Another wave of darkness. The yellow eyes of a familiar face pushed aside by another face. Only the chin and cheekbones visible. But they were so familiar, yet it pained her to see the face.

Another flash this time fel green light flashed through a room. Anything that stood in the room was blown away by the wave of the explosion that followed the green light. A demon charging for a tall man, then… nothing.

As the nothingness slowly faded and made way for another tragic event she remembered. Ah yes she remembered it clearly. This was the moment where she would lose everything. Not that she truly cared for what was destroyed, but still it had scarred her. The destruction of Silvermoon, and with it the Sunwell. The hunger for Arcane energy began to rise deep within her unconscious mind. The yearning for the energies filled her as if she was right there. As if the past had become the present.

She stood before her cave, the one where she practiced her magic in solitude. Silence and acceptance that was what lingered in her tiny cave. Her tiny cave! Yet it wasn’t hers anymore as the creature that resided within came rushing for her while she tried to fight it off. Eventually she had slain the creature, one she had never seen before and now she was heading for her beloved city. The once glorious and vigilant city of Silvermoon, however… It wasn’t as glorious as she remembered while she stood before the gates. Screams of agony, flashing lights of spells being fired from one side to the others. Grunts of agony and horrifying laughter. She had to leave she had to escape! But her legs, nor her body moved. It was as if she was glued to the stones beneath her feet.

Again darkness… darkness filled with the sound of his voice… His voice!
“You still have no true goal, you wander aimlessly looking for a reason to be alive, yet you fail to find it, Misjana!” The words pierced through her like a dagger between her rips, followed by the laugh she hated so much. It made her hairs on the back of her arm stand straight up every time she heard that laugh. There he stood, arms folded his chin up high and that disgusting smirk on his face. She wanted to yell at him, tear that spiteful smirk of his maimed face, but again her body refused to do anything she wanted. Instead she felt tears burn in her eyes. She stood there looking at him and the warm tears slowly moved down her eyes, over her cheeks and hanged onto her chin for a few seconds before falling down onto her crimson red dress.

The image faded and her mind swirled through another series of flashes. Her mother and father, more fighting, the day she graduated from one of the colleges. They made her feel warm. She… felt it again. Then the two yellow eyes. Screw me! She thought to herself as she stared right back into them. She felt the sides of her mouth move up into her grin. “I hereby promise to do whatever it is you want me to do, as long as you promise me to help me in my conquest.” Her words echoed through her unconscious mind while she bend through her knees and knelt down before the demon. – How pathetic! – she thought to herself. “And so hereby I give you my promise to help you, whenever there is the need. And you shall help me achieve whatever it is I need you to achieve.” The demonic voice made her realize how much she in reality hated him. How he made her feel puny and submissive. “You are nothing more than a slave to your own demon, foolish girl.” Then that voice again. Now they stood before her, both, looking at her with those cold stares. Just great! Kill me already! She thought. And as she thought that to herself they both started to laugh.

There they stood in her cottage in Eversong woods. It was as if she never tried to move, or as if Mistal never came by to steal the crystal from her. But now they stood within her cottage. The two of them still stared at her and Misjana felt her body shake. Was it anger, fear or even exhaustion? She could not tell. What she did know was that this was getting out of hand, and she had – no – control over it or what so ever. “You are trapped in a web of deceit, struggle and your lack of skill and guidance, Misjana. It is time for you to release all of your emotions you have been trying to hide for so long and use it! Use the power you wield that can only be released with that anger of yours.” The man said. The icy tone in his voice made her want to vomit.

A surge of pain started to move through her body. Starting from her head moving all the way down her spine to her legs to the ends of her toes. She arched her back as another surge of pain shot right through her body. The two figures slowly began to fade. Both laughing as she breathed heavily under the pain that was moving through her bones and muscles.

Mistal waved at her. “We shall meet again Misjana Minaar.” Another quick flash of her past flickered before her eyes. The cottage, the two figures and the laughing slowly faded into nothingness.

Now there she stood in the emptiness of her conscious. No Mistal, no Zag’zazt, just Misjana. The pain seemed to have faded along with the horrible men she came to hate more than she hated Kal’dorei. Yes they had opened her eyes. The demon in particular. Shadow magic was what she wanted, and now she paid the price for practicing such a corrupted magic. This moment had stripped her bare of thought, of feeling and her emotions.

She was not completely stripped of her feelings, because she felt an urge. An urge to shout out for someone she would never have thought to shout out for. She knew he could help her get rid of her Voidwalker! Yes, Mistal always told her how she moved through the world, aimlessly. Well now she had a goal. To get rid of her demon and to get rid of it for now and forever. Even for a slight moment she wanted to let go of her Shadow powers, but would that help? No! It wouldn’t.

And then…