Before (A Collection Of One-Shots)

Meeting

Thilalara paces the outer edge of the Temple Summit waiting on the rest of her group to catch up.

She watches the demon hunter from the corner of her eye trying to figure out what crimes he'd actually committed to bring this about. Even knowing the answer, even seeing the demonic form he now carried she did not think he was a betrayer.

"I can see you, little cat," the man calls out to her not bothering to look away from the skull he held.

Bravely she approaches him.

"You will not try to attack me?"

She just shakes her head. Watching him from this close up was more difficult as he towered over her.

Illidan laughs, "then you are a fool." His hand swings out and she is thrown into the wall effectively knocking her unconscious.

***

When she wakes up she finds herself laying on straw in her elf form. Seeing her own hands disturbs her far more than the realization that she was now a prisoner to a half elf, half demon psychopath.

Looking around she spots him idly sitting nearby watching her.

"Why not just kill me?" She asks her voice sounding weak. It had been years since she last spoke.

"I was..." he pauses for a moment considering his words as he stands and approaches her, "curious."

"Whatever for? I am a druid and was here with my friends to kill you."

"You didn't attack me."

"I know I could never take you on myself. It's called self preservation."

"You now are speaking in a very ancient language," he observes.

Looking up to his face she can clearly see his interest. "So are you," Thilalara can't help but point out, it seemed to her such a strange observation from him.

Illidan sighs heavily shaking his head. "Enjoy your stay." Then he walks away from her slamming the door behind him.

To her surroundings she wonders what's happening before turning back into a panther and laying down. Her life just got a whole lot more interesting.