All he could feel was rain on his head as the chilling cold numbed his bare flesh.
"Oh come on don’t tell me you're dead too."
The words echoed in his head, causing him to flail; trying to get a good sense of where he was, or at least where he thought he was.
“W-who said that…where am I?” He looked at his hands for a moment before he began to inspect himself. His flesh was a mix of pink and purple whilst his muscles were strong and toned. His hands were long but nothing like his long fingers; delicate yet dangerous due to the nails nails being sharp and animal-like.
“What am I?”
Whoa whoa easy with the questions, I'm just as confused as you're buddy..but I do know what's going on so let break it down for you, this is a prison
“A prison.. “ He rubbed the side of the wall, it wasn’t brick or rock but rather stone, cave rock. “I'm a criminal?”
With an echoing click the voice in his head seemed amused "Wrong! It's a cave actually but it’s a type of prison. This is..Nazjtar, an underwater city now occupied by the Naga."
“Naga… Azshara.. Alliance. “ The memories soon began to flood rapidly. Brief moments he saw a city, then he saw others, humans, children, a school, friends then all that faded away to a tree Teldarssil, in flames as elves' bodies fell left and right beside.
With the final stroke of his memory coming back He fell to the ground, squeezing his head as he groaned in pain. “Im… a warrior… for the Alliance..No.. a teacher … I don’t understand. We were following one Sylvanas ship, the sea opened, swallowing us..” He asked standing up only to hear the rattle of the chains at his feet. Connected to said chains was another elf, if one could even call it that. The elf's body was pink like his but sickly and malnutritioned, the only thing really left of him was his white hair with a green dye at the tips.
"Yup, Dead! Tragic, but if you listen to me, I'm sure I can stop you from ending up like skin and bones over there."
With a flicker of his ears he heard the slithering of the naga moving towards his side of the cave, five of them came four with weapons, the guards; and the other naga being a woman with a more formal attire and a tome on her scaly waist, a caster of some sort. The female naga slithered in front of her male counterparts waving her hand. “Take them away, they’ll be the next of sacrifices ..”
Oohhh that's not good… Remember to follow my words and you’ll make out of this one piece.. Probably.
He watched as one of the guard spear men grabbed his arm, only for him to lurch away instinctively out of rage and flare his fangs wildly, pushing his head forward and biting the guards hand squeezing it with his fangs and tearing off a long scaly finger off as he pulled back, spitting out a scale as he watched the guard cry out in pain and the others raise their spears at him ready to pierce him.
“Thisss one still has fight in him… but the other issss already dead.” She said.
The finely dressed naga made her way up to him, pulling out her wand and pointing it at him. He saw the arcane energy seep from the wand only for it to blast him off his feet and into the cave wall then on to the floor as he tried to catch his breath from the blast..
He could only watch as she yanked his hair and face off the ground, eyeing him as if he was an animal for sale.
“Thissss one will be enough…take him outside to join the others and for the other.. Dispose of the corpse, we’ll need the caves for more prisoners and will not have them tainted and sickly for future use.”
With that he felt his body be dragged away against the rocky floor he couldn’t move his arms or legs but still had some control over his eyes to watch them take the skinny weak corpse of the other elf away as he heard a slice echo the cave as he was pulled out and thrown to the floor.
"This is where the fun begin remember Lunar. Follow my words."
Before his world finally went fully dark he felt the name waken in him once more.