I could see my vision greying at the corners and Zofrin and Reo seemed a bit hazy looking up at them.

"What will we do? Heal him!" Reo said in a worried tone and gulped.

"There is a druid outpost not far from here. It will take more than one druid to heal a wound like that. It is a demonic blade." Zofrin gazed down at me. He did not seem genuinley worried. I gasped for breath, feeling myself becoming dizzy with the blade still burried in my chest.

"How long will it take?" Reo's elongated brows were pressed together.

"Only a moment. But I believe it is Alliance and I will need to disguise you." Zofrin held up a hand and a blinding light glowed around Reo. Now instead of a six-foot tall blood elf, a small gnome now kneeled at my side. Zofrin shapeshifted into his druidic owl form and I blacked out...


* * * *

I awoke in a tent and sat up quickly. I looked down to see the blade, only to see my bare chest and no scar to prove any knife had ever been there. I slowly lifted my gaze to see four druids standing around the bed with vials of salvs and potions in their hands. I sneered at them, my hatred of druids still as strong as ever.

One of them, a Worgen, sniffed at me. "He does not care for us."

"Hush now!" A night elf glared at the Worgen. "We are neutral to the factions, young one." From the corner of my eye, a small figure sat at the corner of the large tent.

"It was my fault. I should never have led you to him...Never let my power take hold of me." Reo's voice was grim and full of disapointment in himself.

"You did nothing," I comforted. I tried standing but still felt weak and fell back into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

The gnome that was Reo shifted back into his normal self. "I left them there--"

"Darin...and Leviden."I stared down at my feet.

"Yes," Reo's voice became much darker but he shook his head and turned to me, regaining composure. "Rest now. We will confront Dalion again in the future."