Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20141020020253/@comment-7637833-20141030234147

She heard voices up ahead. One stood out among the rest - a cold, angry voice that never seemed to lower or rise in pitch. "Get moving, we do not have much time," she heard him call out.

"He's mine..." Jaina growled as she hid in a bush, waiting for the opportunity to strike.