There was no sense. No sense of time of day. No sense of thought, no sense of anything. It all just didn't make any sense. Had she just woken up? Had she been asleep, unconscious? The only things she knew is that she was in pain. The whole of her body was sore, she felt pain in muscles she wasn't even sure about if they had existed before. The first thing that came around was her hearing. A high pitched tone was penetrating her ears. It kept going for a while and then she heard some normal sounds again. Animals in the background, birds chirping maybe? Somewhere far away she could hear some small explosions. Closer she could hear the crackling of some kind of electric apparatus. 

The sound of the explosions activated her memory. It had all exploded. The whole faith of the Draenei was lost. It started with the orcs turning on them. It was not long after the forces of the Burning Legion arrived on Draenor as well. And finally the blood elves came, some fine race, she had never seen before. It was all so unclear. There were rumors about what happened, but it seemed like the Draenei never were blessed by clarity. Pheta had no clue about what happened either. Shattrath had fallen, Nagrand was not safe anymore. They all fled to Zangarmarsh, but even there they had to flee, again. It felt like it all was a long period of walking. Walking and fighting. 

After years of flight, Velen led his people aboard the Exodar. It was hard to remain faithful in the words of the prophet, but he had foreseen that the Draenei could find peace again, beyond the Twisting Nether. Peace, it had sounded both so hollow and tempting. Was there really a place where the Draenei could stop their flight? They were known as the exiled ones, maybe they were supposed to be exiled for eternity, hopping from realm to realm, as they had in the past.

She had exploded, she could clearly remember now. Or at least the Exodar exploded. Phetatarei was supposedly safe in the pod she just boarded. And then she saw everything exploding right before her eyes. She had to witness how her mother and father disappeared in the blast wave, their flesh seared by the licking flames. No prayer, no Light, no faith could save them now. They perished, together with thousands of scared Draenei. It was the flash of the explosion that had blinded her. Tears welling in her eyes, she screamed, but no sound could escape her dry mouth. A loud crack is the last thing she could hear and now the song of birds.

Her eyes opened once more, the pod that saved her life had crashed and lay broken around her. She coughed up some sooth from deep within her lungs. Her eyes were still prickly, Pheta was surrounded by burning debris. It all made no sense. Why did they need to die? Is this the peace and prosperity that Velen had promised? Did they flee the green flames of the Legion, the green blood lusted grimaces of the orcs, to replace it with flames of destruction?

Tired, she fell to her knees. As she was sobbing, she felt a strong friendly hand on her shoulder. A friendly Draenei was smiling down upon her. The gift of the Naaru was shining in front of his forehead and slowly Pheta, could feel the pain leave her body. "You're alive," he said. She didn't recognize the man, but judging by his attire he had been an engineer aboard the Exodar. She wanted to speak, but started coughing again. It still felt like her lungs were burning. The man kept smiling, hummed shortly and lifted Phetatarei over his shoulders. "Don't worry, we're going to keep you safe. No more running away. It's time for the Dranei to fight back."

She did feel safe cradled on top of this muscular man. She truly felt the pain leave her body. Her ears didn't hurt anymore and her tired eyes compelled her to sleep. The last thing she noticed is that she was lain in a soft bed. Oh, if she could sleep for years now.