Zelby yelled as the rip in space and reality vomited her out so fast the impact left an outline in the dirt. Back in her home world. Orgimmar. She staggered into a tavern ordered a plate of meat stew, cheese bread and a very strong ogre brew. Then recollected what little was left of her shattered and frankly shafted memories of the other worlds.
Zelby had no clue what happened. One moment she was working a simple observation mission for the great khadgar next thing she knew, she wasnt herself anymore. She split into the thousands of alternate Zelby's in other realities. See each for only a split second.
She was in a human body wielding a huge advanced weapon fighting demons. Then in the body of some sort of catlike monster who was fighting dragons. The form of a robot construct trying to build some sort of outpost in the stars. Part of an advanced team of strange creatures that could see like bugs. Rolling down a road in the most rocking rocket cart ever invented. Even a clown robbing some sort of bank.
The only ones she felt comfortable experiencing in the mass of flashing memories of other dimensions was one of a ragged old human man with a robotic arm just like the one she made for Khorvis and that of a spunky human girl who moved time like sand in the hour glass.
He was a man of stealth skill and unrelenting passion and during the memory the word "SNAKE" kept echoing. Fast almost like time its self bent to her will like one of Nozdormu's brood, and during her moments the word "TRACER" kept echoing as well.
Zelby swore after sobering up from the brew and the memories, to never tell the grim of the otherworlds. The split in reality. Until all could be ready to cope. Part of her mind suspected the breaks in "reality" where caused by the legion.
But she could not be sure. So many different versions of reality. So many other versions of her.