Blood on the Flower

This story is a work in progress about Aleithia.

Blood on the Flower
The armoured Draenei towered over her, huge and blurry, like a blue giant from a dream. From this angle he seemed as tall as mountains. Her ears were full of thundering water, and the air was thick with mist.

"Hah," he rumbled. "She is tiny little girl, but she bleeds like wild elekk."

Beside her head, one of the white graveflowers bowed its head, and murmured to her in Darnassian, "Can you hear me, little sister? Stay with us." There was blood on the flower. She wanted to tell the Draenei, to take some water and wash it clean, but the words, and the breath, wouldn't come.

The giant knelt down, and she felt his huge, cool hand across her forehead. He let out a huge sigh, and her mind plunged into a sea of clarity. Then the pain hit her like a wave.

"Gah." She spat out some blood, turned her head, and saw the hunter kneeling beside her, his silver eyes dark with concern. "Remind me." Elune, but that hurt. "Not play catch. With boulders." She looked around for Roxianna, then remembered she had left earlier, wounded by the lizards and too weak to continue. The other mage was over by the water, studying pieces of the Elemental. So much the better.

She clawed her hands into the earth, drawing up the healing forces that surged through this place like the river, and felt a little strength return. Then she took a deeper breath, and a thousand needles of pain stabbed into her chest.

"She needs help," said the hunter, in Common, to the blue giant. "Can we carry her back to the Elves?"

"To run, with elekk, is not far. Is long way to bleed."

Aleithia tried to shake her head, gathered another stabbing breath. "Moonglade," she coughed, "faster. I can travel. My Shan'do." She reached beyond her clawing fingers, deeper into the earth, and felt the Dream, like a blessed release, starting to envelop her. "Should be fine. You ok?"

The hunter smiled, and answered in Darnassian. "Our work here is done; the way home will be easier. Go safely, little sister." Her hand clasped his; only the Draenei noticed her other hand, at his feet, closing around something that lay on the ground. Then she was gone.