As I Awake

I awake in the middle of a field. Others around me are confused and most are dressed in rusting armor and tattered clothes in the colors of black and purple. Some of the others, the ones who aren't confused, are bearing weapons. I do not know where I am. I look around and see my sister get up and look around. Without calling attention to myself I rise and wander over to her.

"Imp, where are we?"

"I don't know" she said. "The last I remember we were running for the rift."

"Me to."

Then I heard a voice rise above the confusion. It was reassuring us that all was now as it should be. But it wasn't. I wanted to be back with my Mom. Why did I even think I could talk sense into that Imp?

The people of this land welcomed us, most with open arms. I met Nerrik, the City's Administrator, and Jomar the Captain of the Guard. I learned that the City's name is Drakesbridge and that I was a Death Knight. The year is 608! I have lost 162 years! The year was 446 when last I was awake. I was born in 393. I was young for a Mystic Wood Elf. I had not yet gone to prove myself. Now am I 53, the years I remember? Or am I 215? I am so confused.

I went into the Tavern in my hometown of Gloomwoode to talk to my sister, Imp. She was about to join the Death Knights. She is 14 years younger than I am, what does she think she's doing? Is this the way to prove her adulthood? I sat down and told her not to go. She didn't even know who I was. The next thing I knew, we were in the forest in front of the Change Council. Nothing was right. It was Chaos. We ran for the rift we spotted.

Now we are in another time.