Pain.
Unending and undeniable agony.
Ripped limb from limb as the rain pours down around downtrodden soil.
The clash of metal and cries of war echoed around her, roaring in her ears.
Ice Crown. She hadn't been here in dream not waking world in a while. The bitter cold winds of Northrend tugged at golden tresses as she swung her hammer at a foe, which toppled to the ground in a heap of disgruntled pain. It seemed familiar, the cries of the fallen still ringing in her ears. Her own shouted orders echoing through the expanse as her soldiers, no her family, fought valiantly.
This was different. All were alive. All had made it to the gates. Nathmir was barreling through an enemy as though he'd never been injured.
Something is wrong.
A scream, a spin a dodge. Jade caught sight of pale void. No.
Her mind reeled as Wayland slipped away from her. But that was.... she shook her head images of the blonde male mixing and distorting into her Wayland. She called to him.
DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!
The scene shifted, the crumbling walls of Lorderon stood behind her, eyes scanning the battlefield. The blight infested ground around her tearing flesh from the soldiers on either hand. She remained untouched. She watched in horror as that same void male charged forward into the fray.
The green noxious clouds had no affect on him. She smiled as he came into reach.
A voice she didnt recognize poured from his lips, "I should have killed you when I had the chance!"
Flesh rotted away, pale eyes shone vibrant blue and a large ace swung, silencing her scream as she watched her lovers form disappear.
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She gasped for air as she sat bolt upright, clutching her chest and head in her hands. Her face was tingling, tears streaming down pale cheeks. Her jade eyes wide with terror. Shaking turned to shivering, the tents fireplace long since having gone out.
(Mentions @moth-caller , Nathmir, Tanthren.)
