Author: Taarhal
The dream was always the same, it started with a feeling of panic, then flashes of faces that she felt she should know but could not place a name to, then an intense white flash, her eyes burning from its power then screams and heat, and pain, incredible pain.
And then a sense of falling followed by blackness and silence, after a time broken by voices, seeming distant at first, then getting closer.
“Is she dead?”
“No no, look she is breathing still”
“We must help her, we are honour bound to help.”
“Yes yes, of course we must, can you move the wreakage over her, I need room to try and heal her wounds”
“Indeed, give me a moment”
Then pain again, intense pain that made her want to scream... and blackness…silence again, then faces, now familiar to her, Aunty Taarhal as she called her now, looking down at her
“Lay still, you will be ok yes yes you will, but the elemental spirits need time to work”
“wh…where am I, who are you, what happened?
“You are safe, I am Taarhal Shas`stan, and the big armoured one over there is Vaerhal, my sister”
A towering figure came into sight, dressed in full armour, that caught the reflections of the setting sun upon its polished surfaces and made it look like the towering Draenei was surrounded in an aura of light.
Aunty Vaerhal spoke, her voice filled with a sense of confidence and certainty
“You have been hurt, you were in a bad place on the ship when it fell from the sky, but you are safe now, we will protect you and help you, we give you our oath”
The dream that started with such feelings of fear and panic, replaced with feelings of calm, and peace and safety.
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