Misunderstandings! What should have been...

Darkness and silence filled the void area. Xaneria felt her concious returning to her as she gripped the ground around her. Her body felt normal, her head ached, yet she couldn't pull herself up, awake.

Where... am I?

"Xan..." a faint voice echoed.

What is this place...this time...?

"Xaneria..." the faint voice repeated.

Who...is...

"Xaneria!" The familiar voice rang, booming in her ear. A heavy hand touched her shoulders.

Xaneria's body jolted upwards, a cool sweat over her face. She looked around as the light rushed her eyes, the colors of the natural wood room coming into view. Xaneria wiped her eyes and looked behind her, her eyes widening.

"Xaneria. Awake now? It's time to leave." Elizabel smirked, her hand still resting on the druid's shoulder.

What...? Where am I? Xaneria looked around, standing quickly. Her head became light, and her balance was lost as she tumbled forward. The druid's face hit cold plate, strong hands gripping her shoulders and lifting her face. A light chuckle, warm and amused sounded from the solid chest.

"Careful Xaneria. You just woke up, but at least you are feeling better." Larimore smiled down at the druid in a warm, natural grin before looking to Elizabel. "Drop something?" he said with a grin, moving the tiny druid towards Elizabel who took a light grip on Xaneria's shoulders.

"She gets worked up easily it seems." Elizabel smirked.

Xaneria couldn't help but frown at the two warriors, clenching her leather gloved fists together and pouting. Her face turning red in embarassment.

"What are the two of you talking about!" Xaneria naturally retorted. "I'm just... confused!"

"Aren't you always?" Larimore grinned at Xaneria then to Elizabel, as he started attatching more gear. Xaneria grimaced but stopped, blinking.

"Larimore... where are you going?"

"Eh?" Larimore looked up, Elizabel moving to the corner and grabbing her swords.

"To the gates at the foot of Icecrown. We were told this 3 days ago, or did you forget while sick?" Elizabel glanced over her shoulder tilting her head, as she tightened her gloves. "The alliance is calling for available soldiers for an offence." Larimore nodded in response.

"Exactly. The Nightbreeze clan isn't going to sit by and do nothing. Our people are at risk as well. If you are feeling better, we should get going."

Xaneria touched her head, looking over her body. Everything looked real, smelled real, felt real. Was this a dream? She couldn't remember anything. Why did she feel this was wrong; that she couldn't answer. Something didn't feel right, yet this was her life, her friends by her side. The druid couldn't remember anything, except for falling asleep in the snow of Dragonblight.

Dragonblight. That name rang down her spine and pained her chest, cold shivers running over her body. She took a deep breath, hand over her right eye, as if trying to remember something, figuring out this uneasy feeling. A hand touched her shoulder, as she looked back to Elizabel's stoic face, yet concerned eyes.

"Are you sure you are alright. If you aren't do not push yourself Xaneria." Larimore tilted his head with a worried frown from his place on the other side of the room. Xaneria shook her head.

"Absolutely not. I will come with you two." She smiled. "One of you is bond to end up wounded... you both push yourselves too hard. I'm the only healer that could keep up with the two of you!" Xaneria nodded to affirm her standings and smiled.

"The let's get going." Elizabel demanded as she headed to the door, Larimore following behind Xaneria. Walking out the door of the wood hut, Xaneria clenched at an empty space near her collar bone, as if instinctly gripping for something. She took in a deep breath, still uneasy and unsure, but following the warriors closely, making their ways to Fordragon Hold.

"What is missing... Xaneria?"