The blue dragon hatchling giggled as she skipped through the massive cave.

"Princess!" a soft voice shouted. "Princess, where have you run off to?"

The hatchling looked back over her blue-scaled back. "Oh noes, she's coming to get me... I gotta hide!"

She looked around, but saw nothing where she could hide from the monster that was chasing her. Then her gaze fell into a passageway, which lead into another cavern. And onto thousands of magical treasures and artifacts that were lying piled onto another.

It was the main hoard of her father, she knew that. She also knew she wasn't allowed to touch anything in there until she learned to use the magic that was a part of every blue dragon.

But like so many young children, Tyri didn't always listen to her parents... so she quickly darted into the cavern, and on the slick cavern floor, she slid directly into the huge hoard and underneath the mountain of treasures.

A tall, elven woman dressed in a blue robe came along. "Princess? Princess Tyrygosa, it's time for your studies!"

Tyri didn't budge. She knew that the beautiful elf was in truth the Matron Protectorate... and she didn't really want to join the adult she-dragon on another lecture of Azerothian history.

Haleh, Mother Protectorate of the blue flight, shook her head. "Honestly, the nerve of that young whelp... barely able to cast her first spell, and she believes she can waste my whole day like that. I will have to have a serious word with Lord Malygos..."

Tyri almost yelped when she heard that. If her father learned about this, she would be in serious trouble.

She waited until Haleh had left, then she crawled out of the treasures. "Good thing I'm a blue dragon," she giggled. "Which means I can always cast a spell to get away with everything..."

Of course, as a young whelp, she needed a bit more magic than her own. Fortunately for her, she was inside the hoard of her father... where the most powerful artifacts in all of Azeroth were stored.

"Just a little thing to get me out of trouble..." Tyri muttered and began to dig through the pile of artifacts. She took a few gems, goblets, amulets and bracelets, shook her head and threw them to the side.

"Too bland... too small... too ugly... too eye-catching... oooooohh!"

Her eyes sparkled when she beheld the gorgeous, glowing orb. It was surrounded by a golden frame that ran around its middle and constantly changed its colors from green to blue to a brownish yellow and back again to green.

"Pretty..." she murmured and stared deeply into the orbs. Colorful clouds were swirling in the inside, changing colors as quickly as the orb itself. Her eyes widened when the clouds parted and she gazed at a kingdom she had never seen before.

"How odd..." she murmured. "Those humans are sitting in wagons that move by neither horses nor magic..." As a young whelp, the concept of technology was unknown to young Tyrygosa. But even if she knew of the Dwarven steam tanks and the Gnomish Mechanostriders, she would be amazed at the sheer number of mechanical vehicles.

"And those buildings, they are as tall as mountains... does every human in that kingdom live in a castle?"

Then she something else interesting. She saw the countryside, and how a human was training his little son in some sort of unarmed combat.

She giggled. "That man is so fat! But the boy is cute..."

Then the image changed, and she could see a young girl with purple hair... but she definitely wasn't a night elf. She was surrounded by many other humans... but most of them were female. The only male Tyri could see was a young boy with huge glasses who stood in front of the purple-haired girl.

"Shampoo never marry stupid Mousse!" she girl shouted and punched the boy's head.

"I never knew humans were this amusing," Tyri chuckled. "Let's take another look..."

The next scene showed her the inside of a human house, and a family was sitting at the table. A father and his three lovely daughters, but no mother. Tyri sighed... she knew how it was to be raised with no mother.

The eldest daughter was helping her father to set the table, while the second one read in a book.

"Akane-chan," the oldest sister then smiled. "That polite Kuno boy was here while you and Nabiki were swimming..."

"...or drowning, in her case..." the middle sister muttered.

"Well, and he asked if you would be interested to visit him. His family has this big mansion, you know?"

"No way!" the smallest girl grimaced and stuck out her tongue. "Boys are yucky!"

When she heard heavy footsteps approaching, Tyri yelped and nearly dropped the glowing orb. "Oh no, that's Daddy!" she squeaked. "Magic, please help me not to get into trouble..."

And just as Haleh had taught her, she focussed all her Mana on the artifact.

Still, she made the error of believing that any artifact could be used for any magical affect... and that was a fatal mistake! Not knowing what she was doing, the young hatchling activated the powerful artifact's dormant powers... the powers that connected the dimension she had seen with her own home world, Azeroth...

Just a minute later, a massive, reptilian head that was covered with azure scales appeared in the entrance of the huge cavern. "This smell..." he grumbled. "Daughter, is that you?"

Tyri winced and hoped for the best. Now that her Daddy had scented her, there was no way she could talk her way out of this. She carefully dropped the glowing orb to the floor and came out from behind the treasure pile. "Yes, father?" she asked in her sweetest voice.

The Dragon Aspect of Magic frowned. Whenever his daughter used that tone of voice, there was something she didn't want to tell him. "Why aren't you studying with Haleh?" he finally asked.

"Aww, but she's so boring..." Tyri whined. "Every day she comes with the same old stuff..."

"Tyrygosa, you are the princess of the Blue Flight, and as such, you need to know those things. Do you want that young Kalecgos takes a mate that is as unintelligent as an ogre?"

"No, father..." Tyri sighed. "But can't I take a break from studying?"

Malygos looked down at his young daughter. "Very well..." he finally said. "For the rest of the day, you may enjoy your free time. I will tell Haleh to continue with your lessons tomorrow in the morning.

"Yay!" the little hatchling cheered. "Um, I mean... thank you, father!" And excitedly, she ran outside.

Malygos sighed deeply. Was there ever a time when he was this young? If there was, he certainly did not remember.

'It is time to take stock of my hoarded artifacts again,' he thought.

But unbeknown to him, the glowing artifact was still lying in one corner of his hoard, transmitting its magic across the borders of the dimension Azeroth was in, past the Twisting Nether, and into the dimension where a certain boy named Ranma Saotome was living...

"All right, boy!" Genma said with a proud smirk. "This new technique I'm going to teach you will help you in any battle."

"Um... it doesn't include cats and fish sausage?" the little boy shivered.

"No, none of that," his father assured him. Ranma sighed in relief.

"Well then, it goes like this..." Genma took on a martial arts stance and moved through the motions needed to do this attack. When he had finished his kata, he turned around to face his son.

"Now, Ranma, you try it your... self?"

He was very surprised when he saw that Ranma had vanished. "Ranma? What happened?"

He then gasped. "Could he... could he have mastered the Umisenken... by just looking at my kata? My goodness, I have such a talented son..."

Ranma looked around. "Pops? What kind of technique is this? How did it take me here?"

He wasn't with his father anymore. He was standing inside a deep forest, with mighty trees that grew taller than he had ever seen. He could hear the voices of birds and other animals around him. Never before had he been surrounded by wilderness like that.

Ranma shivered. "Where am I? Pops, I don't like this training anymore... can you take me back now?"

But there was no reply.

Suddenly, Ranma felt very lonely. "I don't like this place..." he murmured. He slowly began walking... and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the girl standing in front of him.

She didn't look much older than he was, but she was dressed in very unusual clothes made of leather. She had long, blonde hair and, curiously, very long and pointy ears that were almost as long as her whole head.

"What are you doing here, human?" she asked in a high voice. "These forests belong to the elves of Quel'Thalas... humans don't belong here."

Ranma didn't know what she was talking about, but his father had taught him to be polite to females. "My name is Ranma Saotome," he introduced himself. "And I'm gonna be the best martial artist in the world!"

"Martial artist?" the elf girl frowned. "What's that supposed to be?"

"You don't know that? Martial artists are the most powerful fighters there are!"

"That can't be true," the girl shouted. "My mother told me that no one could beat an elven ranger in combat."

"Well, what does she know?" Ranma asked. "She's a girl and everyone knows that girls can't fight."

"You insult me, human!" she shouted. "My mother is one of the best rangers of Quel'Thalas... and when we are bigger, my sisters and I are gonna be rangers, too!"

"They obviously can't be that strong if there are so many girls..." Ranma grumbled. "Pops says females aren't good warriors."

"Your father is just a human, so what does he know about our traditions? I say elven rangers are the best!"

"No, martial artists are the best!"

"Elven rangers!"

"Martial artists!"

"Elven rangers!"

"Martial artists!"

Angrily, the elf girl screamed like a banshee and ran at Ranma, tackling him to the floor. That took Ranma by surprise, but then he remembered the teachings of his old man and tried to pin the girl down himself.

But she wasn't just any girl, her family were the best elven rangers of Quel'Thalas, and she knew it. She knew many survival tricks Ranma could only dream of.

So the tussle between the two children went on for a while. Sometimes, Ranma was on top, sometimes the elf girl. In the end, they let go of each other and sat down on the forest floor, panting heavily.

"You... you are very good," the girl stuttered. "For a human, that is..."

"Thanks!" Ranma smirked. "And you... are good... for a girl! What's your name?"

"I am Sylvanas!" she said with a smile. "Sylvanas Windrunner!"

"Pleased to meetcha!" Ranma smiled back.

And with a sudden giggle, Sylvanas threw some leaves into his face. Ranma gasped, smirked and threw some leaves at her as well. The children laughed and jumped to the feet, running through the forest, next to each other, boy and girl, human and high elf.

Ranma didn't know how long they spent like this, chasing each other, climbing trees and just having a good time, but then a stern voice could be heard through the trees:

"Sylvanas! Where are you?"

"Oh no, that's my mother!" Sylvanas winced. "When she sees you here... quick, you have to go back where you came from!"

"I... I would like to..." Ranma muttered. "But I dunno how..."

Sylvanas peered down the tree they were just sitting on and gasped when she saw the tall form of an elven woman coming through the forest.

"Sylvanas! Come, it is time to go home!" she shouted.

"That's my Mom!" Salvanas whispered. "Quick, you have to... leave?" She blinked when she looked to where Ranma had been sitting just a second ago. There was no trace of him left. It was almost as if he had never been there...

"Sylvanas, what are you doing up there?"

The elf girl nearly fell off the branch she was sitting on. "Um... hunting dragonhawks?" she grinned sheepishly.

Her mother sighed. "You still have much to learn before you can become a true elven ranger, Sylvanas... now come down, it's getting late."

"Oh, don't you worry, Mom!" Sylvanas grinned. "One day, I will become the best!"

"Ranma!" Genma shouted. "Ranma, come out! You can use the Umisenken now, I can see that... but you really can show yourself again! Where are you, boy?"

"I'm here, Pops!" Ranma spoke up from directly behind his father.

Genma nearly jumped in surprise. "R-ranma!" he stuttered. "Don't scare your father like that. But I am very proud of you, you mastered the secret technique with no effort... how did you manage to do it so quickly? It took me a long time before I could use it..."

Ranma looked at his father in confusion. "What secret technique, Pops? Your technique just brought me into that forest, where I met that elf girl and..."

Genma sighed. "My boy... if you want to stop your training for today and play, why didn't you say so? I didn't teach you to tell me lies, you know?"

"But that was no lie!" Ranma protested. "Sylvanas was there, and she was really nice, and she is a pretty good fighter and..."

Genma snorted. "Now I know your story is just made up, boy... there's no way that any girl could beat my Ranma!"

Malygos sighed with relief as he looked down at the glowing orb in his claw. He was glad that he managed to find and deactivate it before the open path between the dimensions would cause any permanent damage. Right after he had noticed that the Dimensional Seal was missing, he had searched through his cavern and quickly found it. He used his powerful magic to seal the gateway between worlds, making sure that nobody came through.

'That could have ended much worse...' the Blue Dragon Aspect thought to himself. 'If only one human from that outside world had entered Azeroth, the balance of order would be in great danger.'

"I will have to give Tyrygosa a stern chiding for what she has done..." he grumbled. "But it is my own fault... why didn't I seal off my main hoard the last time? It was just a matter of time before a young whelp or something even worse had entered this room..."

He carefully placed the Dimensional Seal back to where it belonged and smiled with satisfaction when he saw how the colorful clouds covered all traces of any other-wordly image.

He then left the cavern of his main hoard, this time making sure that the entrance was properly sealed.

"I'm telling ya, oneechan, I was in a real castle!" Akane grinned. The little girl jumped up and down excitedly. "And I met a real prince... not a poser like Kuno! You believe me, don't you, Kasumi?"

"Of course I do, Akane-chan!" Kasumi smiled. "And I'm sure he was the perfect gentleman... now, why don't you go and tell Daddy that dinner is ready?"

"Okee dokee!" Akane smiled and ran out of the room.

Kasumi shook her head. Her little sister had such an active imagination... she wondered if she was like this when she was that age.

While Akane walked up to Nabiki's room, she couldn't stop grinning. "When I'm bigger, I will return to your castle, my prince! And then I'm gonna marry you... oh, my dear Prince Arthas..."