Banna woke to another bright morning. The trees seemed to avoid their area of the forest so the suns shone right though their tent. Shielding her eyes from its bright rays, she flung her blanket off of her legs. Rising to her knees, she blindly groped around for her backpack. Finding it in the embrace of Trinity. She growled and began the imposable task of yanking it out of her reach. Trinity wasn’t one known as a ‘light sleeper’ in fact evidence has shown that a heard of Gryphons galloping around their home where they used to live had little impact on her while she slumbered. Banna let out some sort of hiss and pulled on her pack as hard as she could.  Trinity fell forward and hit her head on one of their boots.
“Ouch!” She snapped upward, one hand on her eye.
“Oh now your awake!
“I was trying to sleep!”
“It’s morning! You don’t sleep in the morning!”
“It is not morning! It’s morning when I wake up!”
“That’s just STUPID!”
“NO IT ISN’T BE QUIET”
“It’s your own fault you hit your stupid boot!”
“You’re the one who threw me on it!”
“Only cuz’ you were practically making out with my BACKPACK!”
“Why was your backpack on my bed!?”
“HOW SHOULD I KNOW?!”
“Would you stop shouting?”
“You’re the one who started!”
“Like I care! Every orc in Kalimdor can hear your keening!”
“Let them! AHHHHHHHHHHH!” Banna let out a yell until her face was red. Trinity was screaming something in demonic, and the very waves from the river seemed to echo all the havoc. Banna stamped her feet on the ground and yelled gibberish. Suddenly Garz’gorg burst into the tent, yelling his head off and throwing everything everywhere. His eyes were burning a deep red and his blue veins pulsed profusely. Banna now screamed even louder at the sudden appearance of the startled void walker, Trinity was attempting to calm him down.  When he hit the main support beam, the entire place came down on top of them. All their supplies were scattered on the floor. Trinity screamed and fell down, cutting her arm on a knife.
“<You stupid creature>” She screamed “<Out! NOW! >” She raised, her entire outfit covered in blood. Banna stared at her bleeding sister with a look of horror on her face.
“<Light curse it! >” She uttered in demonic. Banna screamed again at the sight of her white faced sister.
‘Damnit Banna SHUT UP!” She yelled to nothing, seeing that the tent had fallen over their faces by now. Graz’gorg still wasn’t done causing terror, though. Ripping a hole right through the tent he barreled out. “<Cursed creature, GET BACK HERE! >” She shot out of their destroyed tent and ran after her minion. He was acting on pure paranoia buffeted off of his master, amplifying it into crushing blows and ear piercing screeches. Finally, in her last desperate act, she leapt at the Void walker and shouted her spell as she fell through it.
“<Unsummon! >” Garz’gorg stopped in mid-swing and puffed into nothing.
Trinity fell through the air, and hit the ground, making no noise. Banna stumbled out of the tent, or what was left of it. Staring at her older sister, her eyes quavered.
“T-trinity?” She whispered. The warlock didn’t raise, move, or even seem to breath. Banna looked back at their tattered tent, covered with spell components and blood, and back at her sister.
“Trinity?”
Slowly, the fallen human raised her uninjured arm, and forced herself to her knees. Banna took in a slow, shuddering breath. Her sister didn’t even seem to notice anything around her. For what seemed like hours, or maybe days, but was actually the span of three seconds, they just stayed there. Silence reined the forest. Although Banna herself wasn’t moving, her thoughts were racing in her mind.
‘What are you sitting there for! You sister is bleeding to death; you need to get one of those healing potions from the tent! You need to get one of the healing potions! Why are you still standing there! You can’t just stand there and watch her die! She is dying! Why is Trinity dying? Fool, get one of the potions! Move! You need to get one of the pot- wait is she standing up?’
Trinity rose. Her clothing and hair was covered in blood. Growling in frustration, she turned on Banna.
“Can you find a potion in that wreckage?” She asked, clutching her arm to stop the bleeding “Or will I have to repaint the tent to find one on my own?” Forcing herself to take a step, Banna overturned the ripped tarp, and sorted through their tools and food. Finding Trinity’s backpack, she opened a small pouch filled with little bottles filled with light red mixture. Unceremoniously gripping one, she trotted over to her sister. Ripping off he cork, she handed the potion to her bleeding sister. Trinity took it deftly and poured it over her arm. The skin restrung itself together, leaving nothing more than a feint scar. Banna looked over at their tent and back to Trinity.
“You’re going to have to fix that.”
Trinity walked passed her sister with a little mutter
“Takin’ a bath.” With that she walked over to the lake, paused, then just fell over into it, clothes and all. Banna looked up at the rising sun, the cause of the early morning escapade.
“It was your idea to come here, you know” She muttered, a small grin coming to her face. Her sister scowled as she cast unending breath on herself.

“Banna!” Called Trinity from near the river.
“What?” Banna flapped open the door to their tent, Trinity had forced Graz’gorg to rebuild it, before sending him out to patrol once more with a very harsh warning.
“We need more Soul Shards!”
“You used the last of them?!”
“Shut up! You need to go get more!”
“Why me?” Trinity flashed a dangerous look at her sister that always made Banna cringe.
“Because I said so!”
Groaning in annoyance, Banna walked slowly into the forest. The area seemed even more cold and dangerous looking sense there last time in it.
“If I don’t come back in a day, the Trolls will’ve gotten me!!!” She yelled at her happy sister basking in the morning sun. Muttering what little she knew of demonic, she trudged through the forest.