A Lone Memory

“Oh my gosh! I am SO sorry! How rude of me!” I say slapping my  hands over my mouth so I don’t put my foot in it again. I flush with embarrassment, but she only laughs in good humor.
  “ I am not amazed that you do not know what I am. Where he shot you nearly guaranteed that your memory would be corrupt. The Rouge said he’d stolen you from humans, but yet… You are not truly human. I feel this.” she says with great conviction.
  “Where am I? What are you? And how did you save my life? I think we should start there.”
  “You are in the land of Azeroth. More specifically in Kalimdor.” She says. I nod and she continues.
  “I am a Night Elf. I am trained as a Druid as is my husband, a healer, as most recognize us.”
  I make a sound of understanding and then yawn deeply.
  “Sleep now. You need your rest.” she murmurs.
  I lie down and close my eyes as her husband takes her aside for hushed conversation that was nothing but a buzzing in my ears. As I drift off, they get brave with their tone of voice. I start catching a few words. They talked of a strong hold to the southeast that could possibly help me; they planned on taking me there, starting tonight. I heard things that I felt should be familiar to me. Necromicon and Vitelamancer, Frostmorne and Ashbringer. They talk in hushed tones about a Lich King, and the Scourge. The name Lich King tweaked a memory and I decided to sleep on it.
  I see a throne, covered in frost and snow. A large man sits upon it and he grins down at me wickedly. A blade that glowed a soft blue sat sheathed in the floor net to his left arm… left? My brother…he was left handed. Wait. I had a brother?
  I woke with a small start, just a quick, long, intake of breath as I stretched comfortably. I opened my eyes but shut them quickly because the light was so harsh. I put my hands over my eyes and open then slowly. Looking at the light that seeped through my fingers, I could tell that my eye sight must be at least up to par.
  I move my hands slowly and got used to the light. Soon I hear footsteps outside the door. I vaguely remember getting to this stronghold late in the night, but I didn’t have time to think about it. I duck into the covers of deer skin and bear fur and settle down as if I hadn’t woken in the first place. The door creaks open slowly and I hear to sets of foot steps.
  One set walks toward me slowly and moves the sheets back to look at my face. I smell dirt, and another thing that I can’t place, but it was lovely.
  A male voice whispers, “She’s not awake yet.”
  “Wake her nicely. Gwen would have my head if she wasn’t treated well and she got word of it.” Said a deep gravel voice.
  The one who was closer lightly placed a calloused hand on my shoulder and shook me. “Ma’am,” he said, “please wake. The oracle is ready to see you.” His soft voice is pleasant. I go through the motions of waking a second time. I slip out from under the covers and place my feet softly on the floor.
  I yelp and sit down again, “The floor is so cold!!” The one in the door way laughs at he heartily. The closer one chuckles good naturedly. I look at him first and am mesmerized by his glowing green irises.
  “Blood Elf. Before you ask. I’m sorry about your memory, by the way.” he say as he runs his finger through his tousled black hair.
  “It’s fine. Not much to remember. Trust me, what I can remember isn’t worth it.” I murmur sadly. I look at him again and then at the large man at the door… who doesn’t seem to be a man at all. Surprise surprise.
  He is blue skinned and has large tusks. The armor he wore was almost menacing, with in intricate tribal designs carved in to the metal work. I must have been staring quite intently because after a few moments he spoke up.
  “I’m an Orc, young one. My name is Turret. Captain Turret.” he says with a hint of pride.
  I smile, “I like that name. What’s yours?” I say turning back to the Blood Elf.
  “People just call me Swift.” He says, almost blushing.
  I look at his lean sinewy body, “I like that too. It seems like it fits you.” I smile. He laughs.
  “What’s your name?” he asks politely.
 I suck in a breath as I stop and think. “I can’t remember.”
  “Pity. I’m sorry child. What happened? Gwen didn’t tell me.” The Captain asked.
  “The man who’s had control over me life for as long as I can remember shot me in the base of the head.”
  Swift gritted his teeth. “What disgrace.”
  “There is no honor among murderers.” I say, casually.