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Varendar made his way to Illidan slowly.

“Faster!” Illidan shouted.

Varendar moved faster to his doom. He swallowed.

“Y-yes?” he asked.

“Why did you tell Isabella about Vaeelairan’s fate?” Illidan asked, “he didn’t want her to know. He told you this too.”

“It slipped,” Varendar answered, “honest.”

Illidan sighed. Brightspot cleared her throat getting the two’s attention.

“I think it would have been best if I knew about it,” she said.

“So you could hunt me down even earlier?” asked Illidan with a snort.

Brightspot glared at him.

“Illidan,” said Varendar pointing behind the twin, “I think your brother wants to speak with you.”

Illidan looked behind him to see Malfurion standing near by, waiting patiently. Illidan sighed.

“Just watch what you say next time,” he said.

Varendar nodded in understanding. Illidan walked over to his twin.

“Yes?” he asked.

“I have a few questions,” Malfurion answered, “follow me.”

Illidan nodded and followed his brother into the forest. There was a lot going on in Malfurion’s mind. What was up with Raknaal’s transformation and what is this form Illidan keeps trying to hid. They stopped.

“What do you want to know?” Illidan asked.

“Well first off,” started Malfurion, “I want to know how Raknaal became a Worgen. That transformation wasn’t normal.”

Illidan shook his head.

“He’s what you would call the first human to become Worgen,” he said, “he was a Rouge in life. Love to steal things. He stole something from Ralaar Fangfire but was caught. As punishment he was to do what ever Ralaar told him to do. He wanted to test out the Worgen form on a human and he did.”

Malfurion now felt even worse.

“What else did you want to know?” Illidan asked.

“What form was Gimbin talking about?” Malfurion asked.

Illidan looked away.

“I refuse to answer that,” he said.

Malfurion sighed.

“Please brother,” he pleaded, “I want to know and if it’s a burden to you I might be able to figure out how to get rid of it.”

Illidan shook his head. Malfurion watch Illidan’s lips quiver and tears will up in his eyes. Malfurion pulled his twin to him and held him. Illidan sniffed as a tear escaped.

“He experimented on me,” he said, “and put it in others if it was successful. That form…it does what a Valkyrie does and more. Those with it can feel the same emotions I feel…”

Illidan sobbed as Malfurion rubbed his back.

“He’s dead now,” Malfurion comfort, “he can’t hurt you anymore.”

“H-he made me immune to dragon’s fire,” Illidan continued, “the others don’t have it though because he was told such a thing was far too over powered…all I wanted was to die peacefully, but I can’t have that…”

Malfurion gave Illidan a stun look and held him tighter.

“He made me resurrect them all,” said Illidan, “Deathrin, Raknaal, all of them. He also had me kill others and resurrect them.”

Malfurion, slowly, lowered both of them to the ground and Illidan cried. He’s brother held everything in for so long that he finally snapped. He quiet down minuets later. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Malfurion.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“No need to apologize,” said Malfurion, “you needed to let it all out sooner or later. I just with I knew what to do to help you.”

“Give me a reason to live again,” Illidan said, “that’s something.”

Malfurion smiled.

“You could stay here with Tyrande and I,” he suggested.

Illidan’s eyes widen and a smile started to form.

“Really?” he asked.

Malfurion nodded. Illidan hugged him.

“There’s a catch though,” said Malfurion causing Illidan to face plant into the ground, “you have to tell me when something’s wrong.”

Illidan looked up at him.

“I can do that,” he said.

Malfurion smiled. They got up and headed back to Darnassus. They stopped and smiled when they saw Jarode and Varendar talking and laughing with each other. The brother parted ways at the entrance. Illidan made his way back to the inn. Raknaal was waiting for him.

“You okay?” the Worgen commander asked, “Zenius got really sad for no reason.”

Illidan nodded.

“I’m fine now,” he answered, “just that I told Mal everything.”

“Ah,” said Raknaal, “I see.”

“I also told him about your transformation,” Illidan said, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Raknaal, “I had to tell Genn about it. It…it wasn’t easy…”

Illidan nodded in understanding. Sometimes it was hard to try not to remember a certain point in ones life. Especially if that point is a bad one. Illidan sighed.

“Come,” he said, “let’s go relax in the rooms.”

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It was noon when someone knocked on Illidan’s door. Illidan closed his book and got off the bed. He open to see his brother. Malfurion had dark bags under his eyes as if he had been up for a whole day.

“Malfurion?” Illidan asked in concern.

“I need you and the Illidari’s help,” Malfurion a bit tiredly.

Illidan stepped a side to let Malfurion enter the room before closing the door.

“What do you need out help with?” Illidan asked forcing his twin to sit down before he fall over.

“Something bad is happening at Mt. Hyjal,” Malfurion answered, “no one has herd from the druids there in days.”

“Calm down,” suggested Illidan, “I’ll send all I can there. Everything will be all right. You’ll see.”

Malfurion sighed in relief. Illidan forced him to lay on the bed.

“Now sleep,” said Illidan, “the Illidari are going back to regroup tomorrow and you said you were going to send us off.”

Malfurion nodded before he drifted off to sleep. Illidan smiled before he went back to his book.

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The next day at Orgrimmar a female Blood Elf ran through the gate to the hold. What made her strange wasn’t the dragon bone armor, but the dead glowing red eyes. Garrosh looked up at her with curiosity. She looked around and stopped at Deathrin. She went over and bowed. Garrosh decided to eavesdrop.

“General Illidan has ordered that all non busy Horde Illidari was to make their way to Mt. Hyjal,” she said.

“Alright,” said Deathrin, “thank you Volastrasza.”

The undead red dragon bowed again and left. Deathrin looked at Garrosh.

“Looks like I’m going to have to leave you,” Deathrin said.

The Orc grinned.

“Oh that’s too bad,” he said playfully sounding a bit hurt.

Deathrin narrowed his eyes.

“But if you misbehave,” he warned, “I’ll drop everything and come right back here.”

The grin disappeared.

Shit! Garrosh thought.

With that Deathrin and some of the Horde Illidari started to make their way to Hyjal.

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Now before any of you complain about me making Illidan a pansy, I have this to say. Image if the same thing happen to you. Wouldn’t you cry or at least get angry? Also Chapters 1 and 2 have been reworked. Please go back and read it if you haven’t already!