It gets even harder from here to remember what happened. What I know comes mostly from Myzzi, and strangely enough, the bossgnome.
And of course Renzly Silvertip, for whatever little help she's been.
I used the excuse of being ill for as long as I could to avoid seeing anyone except Myzzi. The initial waves of headaches faded, though I continued to complain of them now and then, especially when Nozzel was around.
He continued to act the part of a concerned fiancee, constantly checking up on me. When I did see him, he'd continue his habit of standing close by, of grabbing my hands, or my shoulders. He brought me gifts and flowers, all acts designed to "show" how much he cared about me.
I would flinch at the touch, but as I confided to Myzzi, I was too scared to do much else. He'd never seemed completely sincere to my from the day we had met, and to make it worse, now every time I spoke with him, I was filled with a sense of dread and horror, plus the conviction it would be even worse if I fought it.
I lost weight, I grew listless, and I soon didn't even had to pretend I was ill; I looked it.
It couldn't continue.
I snapped and ran away from home.
Myzzi helped cover for me. I'd been so reclusive that it took a few days before anyone discovered I was gone. Myzzi and I had put togther a plan, and I went as far away from home as possible.
We'd heard that the Bilgewater Cartel had joined up with the Horde, and hundreds of goblins were emigrating to Kalimdor. Even goblins who weren't part of the cartel were moving there for the opportunities being created. It would be easy for me to get lost in the crowd.
I sent Myzzi the occasional letter, letting her know I was alive and well. I didn't include any details about where I lived or what I was doing, in case Nozzel found one of them. The letters always come from slightly different places, sent anonymously by the AAMS.
Pop and Nozzel were covering up my absence, continuing the ruse that I was ill, but Myzzi suspected that they'd sent people to look for me. Several weeks later, Pop called Myzzi to his office to let her know I'd been killed by a gang in Azshara. Officially, they spread the word that I'd passed away due to whatever sickness had kept me in bed.
I was alive, of course, living somewhere in Azshara. I had warned Myzzi that the news was coming and to play along. I've only recently started to remember details of those few months. There's a rogue, Renzly Silvertip, who knows a lot more that she's not telling me. I have a feeling we knew each other pretty well during that time, but she won't admit to it. Something bad happened between us, I think, and now she'll barely give me the time of day.
However, while I was away, Nozzel's eyes had started to turn toward my sister. He began to be friendly toward her, offering his support as they 'shared their grief.' It didn't take too long until Pop and Nozzel were planning on a new wedding.
Somehow, I managed to get Myzzi smuggled out of Brasswright and to Orgrimmar. We both found a new place to stay and took up full time jobs with the AAMS, who were willing to not ask too many questions about where we'd come from. We adopted the name 'Kanzelry,' an alias I had been using while living on my own. Myzzi says I never spoke about whatever I was doing before she arrived.
We moved to the Eastern Kingdoms for work; she stayed mostly in Hearthglen, while I was nearby at the AAMS' headquarters in Caer Darrow, putting my organization skills to use. We settled into a routine and a new life, though we were always looking over our shoulders.
I think we could have been happy, had my headaches only gone away.
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