A/N: For those of you who don't know, this story is, for a long list of reasons, being completely rewritten, mainly because of it's low quality chapters and the plot going wild.

I aplogise to readers of the original version for this huge inconvenience, but I truly believe that this version of the story will be vastly better. Not much will be changed from the original version plot wise, the redone one mainly updated with better quality writing. Since most of the chapters have already been redone, updates will be once a week.

And last but not least, huge, HUGE thanks to fae and her mask for editing every single redone chapter. Without them this fic would be a complete and utter mess. Thank you!

-..-

She held a hand up to her face and waved it back and forth, watching as it shimmered and changed with her movements. "I'm dreaming," was the first thought to come to her.

As she walked on the beach, the moon shining brightly, the waves began to come further up the beach. Frightened, Ysondra moved closer to the middle of the beach, far away from the coming waves. But the waves continued to come. She ran for the middle of the beach, but the water was already there. She stood there, waiting for the waves to swallow her whole, but then they stopped. She was now standing on a small speck of land, surrounded by calm, still ocean water. She looked down into the water to see her reflection. Her white hair and soft purple skin made her look like a ghost in the moon light.

Suddenly, the reflection spoke.

"Wake up, my daughter!" it said "You must wake up!"

Slowly, the image around her began to fade.

Ysondra awoke, gasping for breath. Her fingers dug into sand, and as she raised a hand to her face she saw it was covered in it. She looked around, trying to understand what was happening. She looked to the sky; it was almost dawn, but the fading moon still cast some light.

'Where am I?' she thought.

All she could remember was her name and the dream. As she tried to stand she found herself unable to, and she looked down to see her right leg completely covered in blood. When she tried to move the leg a sharp ripple of pain went up her spine, and she lay still instead. She squinted at it, and her eyes suddenly widened. It was not simply covered in blood, it was completely maimed. The entire lag was ripped open, and twisted in an angle she knew it shouldn't be in.

Ysondra tried to move again, but another ripple of pain went up her spine and she sat back down.

As she looked around she noticed a large forest not too far away, and in the distance she thought she could see the outline of houses. Hope rose in her heart, and she began looking around for people.

As she looked around she thought she could see a large bird flying around up above, but the image became blurry and she was suddenly aware of how tired she felt. Her arms felt wobbly and she quickly lay back down, only to find a sticky liquid under her head. With a last burst of strength, she lifted her head to see a thick pool of blood coming out of her leg. She laid back down, and the last thing she remembered hearing was the loud caw of a bird before she went unconscious.

-..-

Ysondra slowly opened her eyes. Day light flooded in, partially blinding her, and she quickly closed them. She wasn't on the beach anymore, she knew, it felt like there was something soft underneath her. She relaxed slightly and remembered her leg. She tried to move it a little, but was shocked to find that she couldn't even feel it.. She tensed as she heard approaching footsteps.

There were two people, from what she could tell. They walked a little ways and then stopped in front of her bed.

A woman began to whisper, and Ysondra had to strain her ears to hear what she was saying. "No one's ever seen her before, she's not from Lor'danel, so who is she? Better yet, what do we do with her when she wakes?"

There was a long pause, and then a man spoke. "I don't know, we'll have to wait for her to wake up. Maybe then she'll be able to tell us who she is."

The woman tapped her foot against the floor before letting out a frustrated groan. "I suppose we'll have to. I'll go check the other survivors; send a messenger to High Priestess Tyrande to tell her about what happened. Make sure she is made aware of the survivors and our need for reinforcements."

The man and woman walked away, and once Ysondra couldn't hear them, she slowly rose. She cringed slightly from her leg, but managed to sit up. She slowly opened her eyes, and this time she allowed the light to sting. After a few moments of blinking she regained her sight and she was a little surprised at what she saw.

She was in what seemed to be an inn, on one of the three beds in the room. The other two beds were empty, much to her relief, and there was a small window in the room. In front of her there was a small stairway going where she did not know.

She slid the blanket off of her and began examining her leg. The entire leg was bandaged, and when she touched it she felt nothing, not even the slightest bit of feeling. Her brow knitted together, and she tugged lightly at the bandages.

As she examined her leg again she heard voices, and someone coming up the stairs.

"She'll never walk again," she heard one woman say. "At the best, she will walk with a horrid limp, and need help moving around. The leg is too badly maimed, I'm afraid, and the infection is spreading. I may have to remove the limb entirely."

She looked to the stairwell and saw two night elf women appear. One had short blue hair and the other had long, mint green hair. They walked up the stairs and stopped when they saw that she was awake.

They looked at each other, and then to her, and the one with mint green hair approached her with a smile. "Hello. I am one of the sentinels that works here," she paused, searched Ysondra's face for a reaction, and then went on. "You were found you on a beach. You were unconscious at the time, but they brought you here, and you've been here for the past few days." she sat in the chair next to the bed, looking at her with a warm smile. "I am sorry to ask so soon after you woke up, but could you tell us who you are? That is, if you're feeling up to it. So far none of the other survivors, though there are only a few, can identify you."

She looked from the woman sitting in the chair to the one who was now standing at the edge of the bed. Each was smiling at her, waiting patiently for her response, yet their smiles did nothing to ease her confusion.

"You wish to know who I am?" she repeated. The woman in the chair nodded slowly, as well as the one at the edge of her bed. She looked down, wondering just what she was supposed to tell them. "I... I don't know," she told them. "I can't remember anything. No, wait, I can remember my name. My name is Ysondra."

For the first time since she walked into the room the woman with blue hair, dressed from head to toe in white cloth, spoke. "You can not remember anything?" she asked.

Ysondra nodded, and the woman shook her head, walking over to the far corner of the room. There was a small desk there, she saw, the top covered in different vials and plants, a few pieces of paper spilling out of the mess. "This is worse than I thought," the woman said as she moved, trying to sort through the piles of papers in front of her.

The woman in the chair perked up. "What do you mean, Dentaria?" she asked. "Certainly there is a way for you to treat this, a way for you to heal her mind?"

Dentaria shook her head. "I can heal her leg, but I can not heal her lost memories. She will have to regain those on her own." she told the other woman. "There might be someways to help, depending on her condition. She might just have a concussion, and in that case her memories should come back to her very soon. Concussions are also treatable." She turned back to face Ysondra. "Do you feel drowsy or weak, child? Do you have a headache or any neck pain around the base of your head?"

Ysondra shook her head, and the woman walked over to her, one of the vials in her hand. She sat down on the bed next to her and searched her face. "Your eyes are steady, yet I still believe you have a concussion." she held up the vial, and a small amount of yellow liquid swished around inside. "Earthroot and Silverleaf. This will help." She held it out to her.

Ysondra narrowed her eyes at the vial. "But what will it do?" she asked.

Dentaria smiled. "It will let you sleep, and help you regain your strength."

The woman in the chair fidgeted. "Shouldn't she eat first? If she goes back to sleep, who knows when she'll wake again? She's already gone through a few days, if not more, without food."

Both of them glanced to Dentaria, who was still holding the vial out to Ysondra. "If she does have a concussion she likely won't be able to stomach any food."

"Then why not let her eat and see if she can stomach food? If she can't, then we know she has a concussion, and she can have the medicine then."

Dentaria paused, then shook her head. "No, she should take this now and rest. Concussion or no, she needs sleep. The potion will give her strength, food can wait."

The other woman still looked unconvinced, but she nodded and stood. "If that is the case, I am no longer needed here. Some of the other survivors will likely need to be checked on." She turned back to Ysondra and gave her a smile. "I will be back later on to check on you. My name is Aynasha, and I will be in the inn for the remainder of the afternoon, should you need anything."

Ysondra simply smiled, and the sentinel gave a curt nod before leaving down the stairs. Dentaria turned back to her as soon as Aynasha was gone and held the vial out to her. "Please, drink." she said "It will help you regain your strength."

Ysondra looked back at the vial and slowly took it. the yellow liquid swished from side to side. She frowned, and looked back up at Dentaria. "You are certain this will help me?" she asked.

The woman smiled. "Yes, child," she said. "Now please, drink. It won't take long for you to fall asleep."

Ysondra nodded slowly, though she stilll frowned. She held the vial to her lips and slowly drank. Once she was done she handed the vial back to Dentaria and leaned back against her pillows.

"And now I fall asleep?" she asked.

Again Dentaria smiled. "Yes, child, sleep. You will awaken soon."

She fidgeted slightly beneath the blankets, already feeling drowsy. "Will I dream?" she asked.

Dentaria brushed the side of her cheek, moving a few strands of wavy white hair from her face. "Yes. Now, please, you must sleep. I will see you soon."

Ysondra nodded, her eyes already closed.

Again the beach came to her, the same as it had been before. Only this time the waves remained where they were, steadily lapping at the shoreline. She took a hesitant step forward, and then another, walking down the beach.

Everything around her looked so real, yet she could feel that it was not. The trees on the distant land looked a little too perfect from where she stood on her stretch of land in the water. And high above her the stars shone so brightly they were almost blinding.

She blinked, looking around as she tried to understand what was going on, when she heard it.

The voice was so light, so frail that at first she thought it was only the wind.

"Ysondra," it called. "My daughter... You must go... to the tree..."

Her head snapped up at the voice. "Who said that?!" she demanded, but the only one there to hear was the sky and the stars. "Who are you? What do you want with me?"

"The tree... go to the tree! You must find the tree!"

Then the waves came rushing at her, just like they had before, only even faster. They surrounded her, the salt water tickling the tips of her toes, and she stared down.

There was her reflection, only it wasn't her. It had her face and features, but the woman she stared back at glew with magnificence. The woman stared back at her, her gaze unflinching, and opened her mouth to speak.

She woke up panting, lying in a bed of sweat. The image of the woman was still stuck in her mind, still staring at her with eyes that seemed to see more than flesh and bone. They were horrible things, she realized, eyes that could see more than eyes should. She shuddered, and wrapped her arms around herself. She felt as if the woman had touched her in someway, had violated her with those eyes that saw too much.

A warm breeze rolled over her back, coming in from the window. She turned towards it, and saw a tiny tray of food laying on the night stand next to her. She unfolded her arms and grabbed a piece of fruit, biting into it greedily.

When the juices ran over her tongue, she was surprised to find how foreign it tasted on her tongue. She knew what the fruit was, and she knew what to do with it, yet still she felt as if she'd never seen the thing before.

She heard footsteps, and then Aynasha was there, tall and regal in her purple armor. She smiled when she saw Ysondra.

"You're awake," she said "Good. Do you feel any better?"

Ysondra nodded as she took another bite. Then she remembered her terribly maimed leg and glancedmdown it. The sheets had fallen off her in her panic, and she could now see the carefully bandaged limb. She tried to move it, but found that she couldn't.

She looked back up at the sentinel, her brow furrowed. "Sentinel Aynasha, what is wrong with my leg?"

The sentinel faltered. "I do not know," she told her. Her smile had turned to a bitter frown. "Dentaria would. If you wish I could go get her,"

Ysondra continued to stare down at her leg. "I... I can't feel it," she said "Why can't I? What's wrong with it?"

The sentinel bit her lip. "I do not know," she said again.

"You have to know," Ysondra said. "You must know something,"

Aynasha shook her head. "Dentaria will tell you all she knows when she comes. Before then there's nothing I can tell you." She forced a weak smile. "Please, don't fret. I'm certain everything's fine."

Her brow furrowed at the other night elf. "Certain?" she repeated.

Aynasha looked away for a brief moment. "Yes, certain," she said.

Her words were not reassuring. Her mouth twisted, and she leaned back onto the pillows, staring down at her leg.

"You ate," Ysondra looked up suddenly to see the elf gesturing towards the partially eaten tray of food.

"Yes. I ate... some." she told her.

The sentinel nodded. "Dentaria will be glad to hear that. I've heard her say many times that one of the best signs of someones health is feeling hungry," she glanced towards the window, her ponytail swaying with the movement. "This storm has lasted for almost two days, I don't know if it will ever end. I wonder if the cataclysm caused that too,"

"What's a cataclysm?" Ysondra asked.

Aynasha looked back at her. "It does not matter now," she said "Dentaria will explain it later."

Once again footsteps sounded from the stairway, and the navy haired priestess appeared.

Aynasha rose. "Speak of a demon and one will appear," she said with a cheery smile.

Dentaria offered her a small smile before turning to Ysondra. "I will need full privacy when I inspect her leg, sentinel," she said. "If you would take your leave?"

The elf nodded and walked off, leaving Ysondra alone with the priestess. She leaned forward. "What is wrong with my leg?" she demanded almost immediately.

Dentaria walked around the bed, stopping briefly to examine the tray of food. She shrugged at the uneaten scraps and sat down on the many layers of blankets. "I do not know yet," she said "That is why I'm examining your leg now. The few apprentices I was given bandaged your leg up before I could properly examine it." Her eyes wandered, and Ysondra followed her gaze back to her maimed leg. "If you would, could you prop your leg up on the blankets so I can unwrap it better?"

Her first instinct was to bend the leg, but she realized all to late that she still had no feeling in the limb, and her expression faltered. Her mouth twisted, and she carefully picked up her leg with her hands and brought it out from under the sheets. When she laid it flat Dentaria leaned closer and began unwrapping the bandages with delicate yet swift hands, and a pile of linen rose up beside them.

Soon the bandages were gone, and her eyes widened as she stared back at a mass of purple and red flesh, the skin ripped open all over. The air stank of blood and dead skin, and Dentaria gave out a slight gasp.

"By Elune! What were they thinking?!" she said in a shrill, shaky voice. "These wounds have to be cleaned and sewn, bandages don't work in a case like this! And look here..."

Her hand hovered over a area of flesh, and to her utter horror Ysondra saw bone.

"We must fix this at once," Dentaria proclaimed. Her hands still hovered, shaking, over Ysondra's leg. "It could already be infected. I will call the other priests at once. Ysondra, lean back."

She did as she was told, her mind lost in thought. Dentaria hurried over to a far corner of the room, but Ysondra scarcely noticed. She glanced back at her maimed leg again, and the mere sight made her blood go cold. When Dentaria returned, she was holding three tiny vials in her hands. She uncapped one and held it up to Ysondra's lips.

"This one to give you strength," she said as she poured the liquid into her mouth. She gulped it down hurriedly. "This one to numb you and this one to make you sleep. Close your eyes, fall asleep. I will tend to your leg."

Before Ysondra could say another word the priestess was walking away as fast as she could towards the stairs.

'But what do you mean by 'tend?'' the thought came to her as the priestess left. 'What will you do to me? What will happen? What are you doing with my leg?!'

Her mind had grown hazy by the time she finished the thought, and her eyelids suddenly didn't have the strength to stay open. Her current thoughts scattered, and her eyelids slammed shut as the dream took her.

-..-

When she awoke her vision was foggy with the remnants of dreams. She heard voices all around her, some hushed and some loud, and she saw shapes moving from place to place all around her. She blinked, and tried shifting her head from side to side. Her neck felt stiff, and the movement was pained, so she rested her head back on her pillow. No one noticed her, they all seemed to be focusing on something else.

Her vision was still blurry, and no amount of blinking seemed to clear it. The shapes started to take form, colors began to come together, but she was still unable to understand what was going on.

Then there was an older elf in front of her, and the back of a hand brushed against her forehead. She blinked even more, and the elf's aged and wrinkling brow furrowed. Her hands grasped her checks, and her head was forced upwards.

"By Elune," the woman said in a hushed voice. Finally her vision had cleared, and she could now see everyone around her, Dentaria in the corner talking to some unknown purple haired girl as she fiddled with her potions. She sat up, and suddenly all eyes were on her and the woman that still held her cheeks, locked in a shocked silence.

Her lips quivered and parted. Finally the woman found her voice, and the noise that came out was a light, shrill sound. "You are the image of the goddess herself!"