Through The Portal to a New World

[Rashka]

Through The Portal to a New World

As she led Duskmaw through the portal, she closed her eyes, and everything went silent, her mind clouded with thoughts. It was as if the time stood still, giving her time to reflect upon what was going on.
A suicide mission. With no intent of coming back. She had from the start known this, and she had from the start known that she would volunteer, pregnant or not. Protect the Tribe. Keep them safe. Stay alive.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the sound came back. CLING, CLANG! The sound of steel meeting eachother, which were accompanied by battle roars and screams of agony and terror. Chaos.
Her eyes widening at the sight, Iron Horde, Alliance, and Horde, scattered everywhere, some dead, some alive, and some gravely wounded. A slight snort escaped her nose as she kept her eyes on Groshnok. She had promised to stay in the back, but she could not afford to loose him. Not now. Not here. Although everyone tried to stick together, they quickly got scattered apart. She however managed to not loose Groshnok. Fight. Kill. The words entered her mind as if she were nothing but a machine. Protect. Slashing and hacking any enemy she came by with one sword, her other hand busy steering Duskmaw through the chaos.
Out of nowhere, a bright flash of flame lit up the sky, and it was as if everything went into slow motion. She only just got to cover her stomach with her body as the ball of fire made impact with the ground; A bomb. Sharpnels flew everywhere, some people died on the spot, whilst other, less lucky people, still were alive and left to bleed to death, unless someone should happen to cut them down or trample them over. The feeling of the sharpnels piercing her skin made her let out a roar of pain. She could feel the blood seeping out of her new wounds, a well known pain by now. As she opened her eyes, another surge of pain hit her. Blood seeping from one of her eyes. Hit. You were hit.
Snarling and snorting she looked around in confusion, Duskmaw underneath her having been hit hard by sharpnels too whining loudly from pain, yet still carrying on with running. As her one eye found Groshnok again, she could see he had been hit too. Carry on. Got to carry on.  
"RUN!" It came out of nowhere. From who, she did not know, but this was not the time for questions. So run they did, though Duskmaw's wounds were grave, and his blood draining quickly, they made it onto an assigned ship. Groshnok. Find Groshnok. He was there. Good. Her one eye switched onto Duskmaw, which now collapsed infront of her. "D-.. Dusk.. Duskma-aa-w.. N-nn.. NO!" Falling to her knees she took his head onto her lap, tears running from her eye, and blood from the other, the two liquids mixing together before dripping down onto the deck and his scarred already bloodied head. "N-no.. P-pleas-..please no.." The words were stuttering as she struggled to keep her breathing normal. He looked up at her, with pleading, but quickly fading eyes, as he licked her hand once, his last breath exhaling from his snout. Dead. He's dead. Her whole body started to tremble, from sadness, but also rage. Failed. I failed him. Dragging his lifeless body further into her grasp she hugged her beloved and trusted wolf one last time, the tears streaming down her chin, mixing with the blood. She looked around for Groshnok once more, his wounds already being treated by some random Orcs on the ship. She exhaled, and then, everything went black.

One week later.
CRASH. CRACK. CREAK. And then she fell. Her body hit something that felt like rock, and then a stinging sensation hit her whole body. Gasping for air, but only swallowing water, her body in panic. Cold. Ice cold. Opening her one eye from shock she saw that she was under water. Focus. She quickly closed her eye again the salt water hurting it. Up. Swim up. To the surface. Swim. Fumbling confusedly around in complete darkness she somehow made it to the surface, coughing and gargling, spitting out the water as her lungs finally filled with air once more. Her body already stiff from the cold water as she started to make it in to the shore. Groshnok. It was the first thing that came to her mind. And then she noticed the crashed boat on the shore. A few bodies littered on the shore, and some in the water. Dead. All dead. But no Groshnok in sight. "Gr-..s.." Her voice frozen, somewhat paralyzed still. It was then she noticed her sorroundings. High mountains, and wind-blown landscape. All covered in snow. It was then she saw a shade from the side of her one eye. It quickly became bigger. Groshnok. She stumbled towards him, on all four, and when close enough she'd use him somewhat as a help to get up, so that she could embracing him in a hug. Cold. So cold. Her body temperature dropping quickly. He wrapped a cloak around her, and then, once more, everything went black.

Hours later
As she awakens once more, she finds herself in a cave. She looked down herself. She had been undressed and wrapped in furs. A bright, warm and cozy fire beside her, and him sitting there, looking into the fire with a worried expression.  She closed her tired itching eye again, knowing that he was there. She was safe.