None of this is real and all of it is true because the theory of alternate realities ensures that whatever she could have said, did not say, should have said or wanted to say happened in some form or another.
It is late in the evening when she speaks to the first one who is flanked by her twin. The forsaken rogue who had suggested she join the fight under the Grim banner watched the blood elf with eyes often straying to the long, elegant ears of the elven mage. Ever putting others on edge the twins Syreena and Anaie were a cagey duo at the best of times and this meeting was no different. They accepted the news with a shrug shared in unison. It was no matter. One would do as they wished and in the end there would be blood.
On the flowing grassy plains outside Silvermoon city she speaks with some of the blood elves under the clear skies of the Eastern Kingdoms and shares some wine, bread and cheese amongst the group as she announced her intention. The paladins Mizue and Astriana, the mages Aureliya and Porie and the clergy Fanyare and Valindria were in attendance, all elves she respected. There are mixed reactions to her announcement but the picnic is not darkened in any manner, each offering their individual advice and thoughts on the decision in their own manner. The Sin'dorei were a passionate people but they understood their sister had not chosen this path for herself without fore thought and it was not like they would never see her again because mages had a way of coming and going as they wished.
Awatu and Ruuki were in a tavern together when she found them and showed them the missive she had received from the First Light, her original banner in the fight against the Alliance. She informed the Tauren that her old banner were beset in a far off reality, a complicated and unusual concept which she did not try to explain to the non-mages but they had requested her aid and she had made the decision to go and add her strength to their fight. She would be able to return now and then, so long as a drastic shift in space and time did not occur. This was not an ending, she explained, and the cycle of things would turn as they always did setting each where they needed to be at their time. The large Tauren both seemed to accept this manner of thinking somberly with their deep brown eyes reflecting the patience for all the Horde, the solid pillar of unity that many took for granted in the chaotic union of the Hordes races.
Though she held no love for most of the small group who she assaulted the Hellfire Citadel with, whom she had not already spoken to, they were each to be respected, even admired, as those she fought alongside and so she took the time to inform each personally and let them know she would return now and then as she could to offer her magics as she always had but this was a type of farewell. The grumblings were expected though not as aggressive as she had expected. It could have been received much worse.
'None of it was real.' chided the cackling, ever present voices who spoke as legion, echoing in her mind with the background sounds of chains creaking and whips lashing with promises of flesh rending pain. They knew she had done none of these things, that this fairy tale was only a comforting construct she had created in her mind to shield her fragile ego. She was no longer in Azeroth and she had been their play thing for what seemed an unending amount of time.
This was an in between place and she was vulnerable here, especially more so as her elemental could not survive in this grey area of non-existence to ward her from the demonic influences. She could only be thankful that she had no flesh here for her fingernails to tear and flay from her form, no hair to yank from her scalp like wheat plucked from a golden field, but the voices did not need such to torment her. Theirs was the knowing of a thousand, thousand ways of misery and torture. Theirs was eternity in practice and refining, honing and sharpening and they gleefully shredded her mind with giddy delight.
'We undo you now .. unmake you .. lick the quivering essence of your shredded being .. ' always so poetic the voices chittered and mocked, cavorted and jibbered about within her fractured mind and then suddenly there was silence.
The sky overhead was the same, sun beaming down in its familiar manner but she knew this was not the Azeroth she hailed from. This was where the First Light pushed into the Hellfire Citadel instead of the Grim. They had called her and she had answered but the journey had taken its toll and without a single step or further thought she collapsed in an unconscious heap. Her water elemental arrived at her side in a sloshing of burbling liquids and splashing droplets and slowly, purposefully circled her over and over as if daring any to approach.