[i][color=bc8dbf]Rae'liel[/color][/i] - [u]Not-so-Honored Guest[/u]

The world was fading rapidly, it was an odd sinking, floating sensation. Once she had known pain and agony, but such a feeling had rapidly faded in the face of death's shadow as it gradually came for her. Darkness grew deeper, light faded, and the pained expression she once held grew into a serene smile. She was finally going home to him. Before her an endless field of tall grass grew, and she could see him, the tall elegant figure that he had always been. In both the fading life she held and the dream within her arm slowly rose to reach forward to touch his shoulder. 

And then there was a flicker, a fickle flame that subtly burned the sky in the distance. It was befuddling at first, until other murmured voices began to shout and yell. Unable to understand them, her eyes searched frantically in a perplexed expression about her as the heat from the flame grew.

Then, a hand clasped against her mouth. Rendering her unable to move or scream as her dream faded away. Her paradise had left her again. Closed eyelids shot open to see Serphia holding a white hot blade just inches from the long cut inflicted upon her abdomen. Blood loss left her in befuddled wonderment as to what the massive behemoth of a Night Elf was going to do until the blade touched her skin. Suddenly, very suddenly, the Sin'Dorei screamed in muffled agony as the cauterization took place. The agony by which only deepened further as the blade touched her thrice more times.

Almost mockingly, the half-troll nitwit asked if she felt better.

Though her internal injuries were severe, and shock was settling in from the agonizing burns that line her stomach, Rae'liel was still able to crack a sardonic, morbid grin.

[color=bc8dbf]"You should have let me die, you fools."[/color]