As the companions of Muhammadah all congratulated one another on their newly won booty from sacking the Black Temple of Karabor, she decided to stay behind and determine if she wanted to ressurect Illidan. The only thing that stood in her way was Maiev the Warden.
Looking at Maiev, Muhammadah sighed and began to try to use her hearthstone and receive the divine protection of the light. Instead she decided to pause for one moment longer. She wanted to bring Illidan back to life and ask him why he sent her through the dark portal years ago only to arrive to Azeroth as a child prophetess carried by the Horde. Before she could begin to ask Maiev something, Illidan stood up on both hoofs.
He looked at her, and Illidan Stormrage had an answer for her. “Your mission was nothing but to learn your place, Muhammadah. The accusations of racism and being carried were never intended nor anything that was similar. It was only that you understand that you are just one among many who also worship and serve the Light. Your secret that you are a prophetess, perhaps “the” prophetess, is not much of a secret.”
Muhammadah realized Illidan did not intend to anger her, nor did he want to make her cry. Muhammadah nodded with tears in here eyes as the visor of her Crystalforge power armor opened to show her emerald eyes were pouring. “I just want to able to have friends, and not be on my own.”, she admitted.
A hand extended itself from behind Muhammadah, and it said, “Perhaps you should not do that…”, as the owner of that hidden hand warned her against crying in hopes that her emotions would not cloud her judgement. Muhammadah understood.
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