A bright light suddenly appeared behind me. A being came from the bright light and kicked Darin in the chest. I dropped to my feet and gaped at the figure.

"You kil your own brother," the figure rasped. "You draged Zurilod into this and you even killed me!" Reo snapped Darin's arm.

"Reo," I gasped.

"You did not think I had left you, did you?" Reo turned and smiled.

"Not for a second."

Reo picked up Darin. He bled from the stab wound in his chest and a bit of blood flowed from his mouth. Reo slammed Darin's head against the wall. A cracking sound could be heard and Reo regained composure.

"He is dead," Reo said.

"But-...I thought-..." I said, unable to speek.

"Grab Daelin's body, we are going to the Throne of Elements."

"Nagrand," I said. This was where Reo died the first time. What would happen now? I picked up the limp body of Daelin and slung him over my shoulder.

Reo extended a hand. I grabbed his arm and we appeared in the rolling greens of Nagrand.

"Mister Zurilod!" said a child's voice. A young Blood Elf, the same child I met the last I was here, hugged my leg.

"Youngling," I placed a hand on the child's head. "You have grown."

"Sort of...I am still too weak, I will never grow up." The child seemed disapointed. I had grown a bit attached to the small Reo. Lanalie and I could never have children, so I felt attached to this one.

"Of course you will, you will grow to be a strong warrior or caster." I consoled the small child and the young Reo looked up at me.

"Like him?" The younger looked at the real Reo.

"Possibly. But it is your choice. You are your own person." The child looked towards a large rock, still clinging to my leg. The real Reo stood with the elder Reo next to him.

I looked around. Ten other Reo's, all with the same silver-white hair, stood. Some were more scarred than others and a few looked younger than me.