Nightmare

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World © Blizzard
Story © Ekaterina N. Stadnikova
Translation from Russian © Eugene Selivanov

This endless day ended at last. Garrosh was securely locked — so that no one would try to make a daring attempt to get even with him. Full of bitter memories, the monastery was tranquil and deserted. Pandarens were at the celebration.

Lord Zhu couldn't find peace even in his dreams. He suffered from the recurring nightmare. Damned glowing ball! Seems like it broke an invisible wall. He saw frightened eyes... ahem... cabbage-colored eyes.

 - Scream if you had to

He sat up in his bed abruptly. Taran Zhu was convulsively gasping for some cool air. His throat had dried, his heart was pounding like crazy.

The only friend, trustworthy and close enough to him, came to his mind. A friend who will listen to him, who won't condemn him even if he couldn't find the solution.