Illidan was walking through the destroyed plains and noticed a body, not moving in the fields up ahead. When Illidan got to the body he could not make out most of the features because of the injuries on his face and torso. The person’s sword lay next to him broken in half.
“Who could have done this to such a person?”
Illidan looked up at the night sky and then to the right were he saw tracks of another person going away from the battle. Illidan got up and followed the tracks for a few minutes but suddenly he came to a halt when he saw a person a few yard from him sitting in the grass with his sword in his lap, just waiting.
“Hey……. Hey you with the sword.”
After a few minutes and no reply Illidan started walking towards the person and as he got closer he could feel a strong presence radiating from his body. Illidan had a thought of turning around and going back the way he came but that thought went away as he thought of the man in the fields that is dead. When Illidan reached him he looked him into the face and saw that his eyes were closed.
“Did you kill the man back their in the fields? Answer me.”
When the man did not answer Illidan went for the sword on his right. As his hands went smoothly around the hilt of the sword and silently took it out of the sheath, the mystifying man suddenly opened his eyes and was now staring at the blade that was inches from his throat.
“This is the last time I will ask this. Did you kill that man back their?”
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