The rescue

I awoke the next day feeling empty inside. I finally was able to tell the person taking care of me what had happened. How my parents were killed. How Allanni saved me, protected me, and brought me back to my people. Then I cried again. Allanni died because of me.
“The troll girl is alive.” Said the one taking care of me.
“Allanni’s alive!?” I cried.
“Yes. She’s been taken captive instead of killed because you said she saved you.” He said.
“Where is she?” I asked.
“Outside the inn.” He said.
I dashed out of his home and ran to the inn. Outside of the inn was a small cage. Cowering in the corner was Allanni. “Allanni!” I cried.
Allanni looked up at me. “Tilla.” It replied sitting up. They hadn’t treated the troll’s wounds at all. The gash on its head was visible, a trail of blood tracing it’s gentle features down to its collar bone. The arrow had been removed but the hole in its chest was still exposed. Tears welled up in my eyes and fell down my cheaks.
Allanni’s hand came up slowly and wiped away the tears. “Tilla.” It said.
“I’m so sorry, Allanni.” I said.
The Troll just watched me silently. When a guard walked up, Allanni cowered in the corner again. The guard threw a piece of raw meat into the small cage. “Eat, girl.” The guard said and walked away.
Allanni looked at the raw meat with a look of disgust. Every meal I ate with Allanni had been nicely cooked and tasted wonderful. Now they offered the troll raw meat as if it were an animal.
I walked away and came back with properly cooked food and offered it to Allanni.
Allanni smiled at me and took the food, eating hungrily. When it was done it said something that may have been a thank you, but I don’t really know.
I walked off and returned with a bowl of water and a cloth. Allanni allowed me to wash the wounds inflicted by the guards.
“Get away from the Troll girl, Tilla.” Said the guard.
“No, she treated my wounds, I’m going to treat hers.” I said.
I was forcibly taken away. They wouldn’t let me go near Allanni again. I could see the troll from afar, but never up close. Allanni would watch me from afar. Always a worried look. Not worry for itself, but always for me. They refused to “waste cooked food on a troll” and Allanni refused to eat raw meat. The troll was starting to become thin from not eating and the wounds didn’t seem to be healing correctly. Allanni would spend most of the day slumped against the side of the cage not moving or making a sound... just watching me.
My heart felt sick. Day by day I was watching my savior waste away. And I could do nothing about it. I sat on the porch of the kind man who took me in, sobbing. I glanced up and saw Allanni watching me, a sad look in those green eyes. Allanni was dying. I knew it... Allanni knew it... but neither of us could do anything about it. I sobbed harder and harder.
“Why are you crying, little one?” Someone asked me. The accent was odd. I looked up and there was a large Tauren towering over me, worry on his furry face. I jumped back with a screech.
“Don’t be afraid.” A high pitched voice said from the feet of the Tauren. A Gnome was standing there smiling. “He won’t hurt you. He’s my pet.”
“He’s a Tauren.” I said.
“Yes, but he’s under a spell. He does what I said.” Said the Gnome. “His name is Windhorn. He won’t hurt you. Right pet?”
“I wouldn’t hurt her even if I were not under the spell, and you know that Mistress.” The Tauren said and turned to me. “Why are you crying?” Windhorn asked again.
“Because my parents were killed and I was saved by that Troll girl there.” I pointed to Allanni. “But now they’re letting her die!”
Windhorn turned and looked at the young Troll. “Allanni?” He said.
Allanni’s eyes widened some. “Windhorn!” The troll gasped.
“You know her?” I asked the Tauren.
“Yes. I do know HIM.” Windhorn said with a chuckle.
“Him?” I echoed.
“Allanni is the son of a dear friend.” Windhorn said. “Most certainly male.”
“Allanni’s a boy?” I gasped. I had started thinking of Allanni as a girl that trying to think of him as a boy was rather odd to me. He’d been staring at me the entire time and now I suddenly felt embarrassed for his eyes to be upon me.
“Oh? Is that Marri’s child?” The Gnome asked.
“Yes.” Windhorn said going over to the cage. I followed him over. He knelt before the young Troll and spoke in a language I didn’t understand. Allanni replied with slow words, talking so much seemed to make him out of breath.
Windhorn looked over the troll. He focused and chanted a little bit and the wounds on Allanni faded. He placed his hand on the Troll’s face.
“He’s running a bad fever. The wounds are infected. I can heal the wounds but not cure the infection.” He said to the gnome.
The gnome nodded. “He needs a priest.” She said. “I’ll go find one.” She ran off
“Are you really her pet?” I asked the Tauren.
“Yes.” He said. “By choice.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I love Prin.” He said. “As her pet, I can be with her. Were I not... I would not be able to be with her.”
“But aren’t you in the Horde?” I asked.
“Love knows no faction and no race. Love only knows love.” He replied. “I am Horde, She is Alliance. I am a Tauren, she is a Gnome. We’re as different as different can be. But my heart aches to be with her when we’re apart. That’s that.”
I didn’t really understand, but I respected him for it.
The gnome he called Prin came back. “Pet, they refuse to heal the Troll.” She said. “I’m going to pull some strings and get him released to me. Some influential people in Darnassus owe me a favor. We’ll find a Priest that will help him, then we’ll get him home.”
“What about Eroth’s sister. Is she not a priest?” Windhorn asked.
“I believe so. Just take care of him for now.” She said and ran off.
“Will she really take him home?” I asked.
“Yes. She is a warlock, but she is not coldhearted. She let me go once.” The Tauren said. “If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it is yours forever. If not, it was never meant to be.” He paused wistfully. “She let me go... I came back.”
“Can you tell him I’m sorry?” I asked.
Windhorn spoke to the Troll who responded to him. “He wants to know why you’re sorry.”
“For getting him captured.” I said.
Windhorn again spoke to him. Allanni looked at me and smiled. He spoke, addressing me. Windhorn translated.
“He says that you needn’t be sorry. It isn’t your fault he got caught. In fact, you’re the reason he’s still alive. He wishes to thank you.” Windhorn said. Allanni spoke again. “He also hopes you don’t cry anymore. He doesn’t want you to worry about him.”
“I can’t stop worrying!” I said, grasping the bars of the cage. “You saved me and now you’re dying!”
Windhorn translated. Allanni placed his hand over mine and smiled. He opened his mouth to speak but didn’t speak. He closed his eyes and his hand fell away. I gasped.
“He’s very ill. This alone has been a lot on him.” Windhorn said. “He needs treated quickly or he’ll die.”
Tears welled in my eyes again. “I don’t want him to die.” I said with a sniffle. The Tauren held me comfortingly.
“There there, little one. Don’t cry. I won’t let him die.” He said softly. I believed him. Something about him made me trust him. I felt better. He was going to save Allanni.
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I've missed Windhorn. He's not in the one when Marri has her son. At least I've not found a place for him yet.