Images. Part 2.

A dream.


There was a fog surrounding him... Gharb was moving through a thick mass of wet air, stepping on the reborn, fresh grass of Tirisfal Glades. Something moved in the fog. Gharb peered there searchingly... sniffed the air - nothing.

Hmm...

He came closer to the blur figure.

Aaah... a beast! - Gharb gasped and let out a quiet chuckle. In the fog ears were looking so absurd and illusional. Ears... fur... they were moving, cutting the thick fog, beaming with curiousity and wild nature. Ears, yes.

Gharb approached closer and sat on the grass. Ears faltered and a fluffy beast jumped out of the fog at Gharbs face.

Paladin bite my bony arse, damn!! - Gharb cursed. But his curse was interrupted by a calm female voice that came out of the fog from somewhere above. It was a warm voice, calming and somehow definite.

Snuffles. - stated the voice.

Wh... what?

Voice let out a sigh and replied, explaining.

His name is Snuffles, silly murderer.

Gharb took a look at the rabbit, patted him gently and carefully put him down on the ground. Then he stood up and approached to the voice, to see the face of the woman.

Aahh... a priestess. Undead one. She was staring at Gharb as if he was an animal in the zoo, a monkey - with curiousity but some awareness if he wouldn't bite or anything.

"She's nice... she's... different. Just a girl... Priestess... heh, she looks at me as if it were bad to be a murderer. So naive. In Azeroth... this is normal. And to be untouched by violence - that is rare. She is..."

Woman peered at his eyes as if she were inspecting his soul and then sayed slowly.

I can't cure your wounds. You're driven by violence... are you even a human being? - a silent fear appeared in her gaze, she took a step back - You look more like a wolf... you are violent and free. But wolves don't have any masters and you do. What for?

Gharb stood silently, stunned by her perception. She was weak, she was clearly unskilled in killing and yet he felt the deepest respect to her and some awareness as well. Exactly because of this innocence.

She pointed at him.

And where's your heart?

Huh? - Gharb looked at his chest - it felt somehow hollow inside but was looking as usual. He looked at the priestess again and shocked almost jumped back. Cunning grin greeted him.

Now let us kill?

Heresy... w.. what are you doing here? Where's pri...

Stop thinking about some nonsences - it's just a dream after all. I have a question to you though... - she took out of her pocket Elemental Deck, waved it roughly and winked.

Gharb looked around - everything was surrounded by the fog. It seems they were in Brill but it was hard to tell for sure. Gharb closed his eyes and tried to cut the web of the dream. When he opened eyes again - Heresy was still standing in front of him, grinning. There were no rabbit but her dragon whelp, screeching at Gharb and trying to chew his cloak. Gharb ignored it and peered at Heresy.

What the...

Elemental Deck was covered with blood now and somehow... breathing.

W...w-what is this?

This? - Heresy took a look at the thing in her hand - Ah, this... it's your heart. Remember?

Gharb smiled broadly.

Ah, right. You have it... - he let out a chuckle - You still do and I'm glad.

He smiled. But Heresy frowned at the red heart in her hand and examined it more closely.

But Gharb... why is it bleeding?

I... - he felt some pressure in the chest and gripped his armor - This... is a dream... - he felt he's losing his conscience.

Heresy... - whispered he, falling down... world was fading to black, focusing on the Heresy's worried face. Out of the dim darkness he still heard her disappearing voice.

Gharb?



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Pain striked the arm.

Dddaamn....

Gharb woke up and looked at his hand. It was numb and seemed to be damaged badly. Gharb sighed and took out a bolt of runecloth of his backpack.

Silly Gharb...

He was carefully bandaging his hand.

And what the hell was that dream?