Hunger Pains

The woman shot out of bed, covered in sweat. Her sheets were soaked all the way to the frame of the little makeshift cot she was sleeping in. The simple linen T-shirt she had worn, drenched, and her mind in a rush from that dream... that horrible dream. 

All the mirrors turned down, the images in them getting stranger and stranger, it had become better not to look anymore, instead tucking them away to no longer be seen. In the corner of the room her lab work sat quietly, untouched after what one could imagine was barely a quarter night's rest. A stack of empty tuna cans, and various other rations was piled up in the corner, the flies already picking up on the smell. She would have to take it all out in the morning. 

But she could not shake that dream, those images which had flashed through her head, of her skin just starting to melt away, to fall off and on to the ground. Exposed bones and muscle rancid with rot and decay as if her body was simply melting there. 

She quickly checked herself over before walking towards the little sink. Turning on the water she splashed her face and closed her eyes not wishing to look at the attached mirror. Taking a deep breath she shook her head "Only a dream Alnarra, only a dream". Her heart raced and her mind ached for answers, but none had come to her. The research she had performed turned up little and her mind was starting to grow at it's whits end

At every corner she saw them, those forsaken abominations the butchers of her people now walking as ally to her and her kin. She wondered how the Draenei did it, how they managed to stomach standing shoulder to shoulder with the green skinned monsters who had committed such atrocities on their people. How each day they seemed to manage to bite their tongue and work hand in hand with the very same people that only years earlier would have driven an axe into their skulls without question. 

Now she was left with these anxiety's, a camp filled with the very same soldiers that only earlier that year may very well have been at the burning of Teldrassil itself, to have been there as her people burned to death without hope of salvation, trapped in a funeral pyre that could only be rectified by the goddess herself. Was one of them going to ambush her, to come and finish the job that had been started? How many more Kaldorei were left to give their blood? How many more of her brothers and sisters would have to lay down their lives to protect this world? 

And then there was that terrible hunger, which nothing seemed to quench. Even dropping out of her Saberon form did little to quench the gnawing sensation. She had eaten entirely through all the supplies she had brought with her, and the rations being passed around at camp were hardly enough to keep her stomach quiet. She had started taking little gnomish weight loss and hunger suppressants in hopes of calming the sounds of her belly. 

Whining softly she rubbed at her face, and where there was still sweat the druidess tried to brush it away. Looking back at the sheets she sighed and started trying to undress the bed only to be reminded of that dream, of holding her ear in her hands as it fallen away from her head like little more then the skin of a doll dripping down in a hot fire. 

The memory caused an instant revulsion and almost sickining sensation, causing her to retch for a moment before catching herself. She did not know what sort of horrors were afoot here, assuming only that this was the last wrathful lashes of the last of the old gods, hoping perhaps it would be the last horror inflicted upon this land. Maybe if they could just bear this little bit more there could be peace