She had no idea why, but all of her dreams were vivid memories or reviews of her magical teachings when she was young. At least, all of them up until now. Her very strange dream started out like normal. She was looking into a book about shape-shifting. Although the elf thought this was a little strange, because she knew little about shape-shifting. But then again, maybe that's why she was reading the book. A recongnizable tune reached her ears, and Anylia looked up from her book into a blinding light.
Blue flames burned her hair to the roots, and crawled up her fingers. Behind them left a dusty track of soot. As a night elf, Anylia held no fear; after a while, most tend to loose that emotion. Still, she struggled against some unknown power to run. Soon, everything around her became white. So white, infact, that the elf had to squint...even if there was nothing to see.
The music she heard before was still playing when Anylia opened her eyes. Her face was cold, but her birthmark burned when she touched it. Seconds later, it dissappeared. Now it struck her that she had a nightmare; a very strange concept for a night elf since they were usually the ones creating them. Anylia hoped she hadn't done anything to make a fool of herslelf. For now, she had no real idea unless one of the strangers here decided to tell her.
Blood covered the ground and a dagger was stuck into the wall above the door. She turned around to look at the men in the corner. A dead man lay on the floor. Anylie figured that the crippled man hadn't done it, so she looked to the other stranger. "No need to show off, stranger," she said in a very lady-like voice. Anylia sat up and walked over to sit by the group.
