Now fully leaving her old identity as a member of the Army of Light behind and embracing the Alliance as her new home, Pheta was getting more and more pulled into the conflict with the Horde. Sure, she had taken part in many battles against them so far, but as the war raged on, she began to gain a greater understanding of just how horrible this Horde was. If she had left the battle of the stars behind, now she was to battle for this, her adopted home. And with each atrocity that the Horde inflicted on innocents and the ways they defaced those they were in combat with, she began to see them as little more than the fel demons she had fought before. They were a destructive force, nothing more, and they must be wiped from the face of this planet as she had done of her enemies on other planets before.
This was what lead her to join with the faction that broke off on their own, against Anduin's orders, to retake Darkshore. As she attended the meeting, she couldn't help but notice how the young king's eyes would dart over to her time and time again. He most assuredly remembered her and the performance she had given to him. She wondered if he still used its memory to bring enjoyment to himself as she did. In the end, though, even her fondness for him could not overcome her need to help the Night Elves begin to retake their homeland. She knew, personally, what it was like to have your home and your country stripped away from you and laid waste in the midst of war, and she would do whatever it took to make sure she helped those hit with the same tragedy and horror to find their vengeance.
It was on that battlefield that she would encounter a fellow soul on a quest to take back Darkshore, a Night Elf woman who had her own share of tragedy and loss in her life. She had followed Tyrande on the path of the Night Warrior, joining her Army of the Black Moon. Fighting side by side as they made their way to the final encounter, and together driving the Horde from the shores they had invaded, the two had begun to share a sense of comradery and friendship. However, that night, after the battle was won and the drink had been flowing for some time, Pheta began to believe there was something else the Elf might be interested in. She could feel the hurt in the Elf woman's heart, and the sense of loss that plagued her. This battle won was but a small step towards granting her some sort of peace. The Light in Pheta called out to the other woman, almost pulling Pheta closer to her, seeking to heal her not just physically, but spiritually. The Night Warrior in her had helped her seek revenge, but Pheta's light wanted to help her seek healing. And, Pheta could not argue that it was not just the Light that was pulling her to the other woman. There was a desire, of the body and the heart, that had begun to grow within her as well. So, around the campfire, as the night started to give way to the dawn, Pheta stepped forward and took her chance. It was a chance that was richly rewarded.
I was so happy to be able to get another piece of art from
! Her art is some of the best out there, hands down, so who better to illustrate this next chapter in Pheta's story! This little Night Elf has captured her heart... and her player has captured mine! ♥ I love you, pet!