Disclaimer: I do not own Blizzard, but I do own few toons that will be featured in this story.

Also, there will be femmslash / Shoujo-Ai in this story, if you don't like that kind of thing... don't read. This is my first time writing a Warcraft story... so forgive me if it sucks. For those who are waiting for an update on "A Vampire's Fate", please be patient. The next chapter is almost done.

Chapter One

"Get back here, damn kal'dorei!" A loud feminine voice cried out angrily.

"How about you catch me first, bitch?!" the runner shouted back, snapping the last nerve in the young Sin'Dorei who had been chasing the fleeing one through the thick jungle of Stranglethorn Vale. It had all started by one simple but offending remark which led to a duel in Booty Bay, a local town by the shore.

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"You don't have any filtered draenic water?? Oh gimme a break!" a young Sin'dorei heaved a sigh and shot the vendor another weary look, "Ok, I'll take ten of Morning Glory Dew then." After paying the man for the drinks, she grabbed them and headed out.

"Lazy bastards can't even send an order to Outlands to get that stuff… making us go all the way over there, tch," as the young blood elf went on muttering to herself, a black lion trotted up to the huntress and meowed questioningly at her.

"Hm? Ah, it's nothing…" she ruffled the mane on the young lion and threaded her fingers through the mane, eliciting a purr from the cat making her smile contently.

"Well, well… look at that bow and polearm… looks like another HUNTARD to me," even though she didn't take note of the obnoxious tone of the stranger's voice spoken in the Darnassian language, she immediately got ticked the second she was called a 'huntard'. Of course, she found that offensive. It was one of these times when she wished she hadn't learned the Darnassian language from an old friend.

Turning to face the stranger with a scowl on her face, she cussed him out in Thalassian, the elvish language of the Sin'dorei. She smirked once she saw the confused look on the man's face. Oh, how she loved to speak the language that the Alliance were not familiar with.

Continuing in her own language in an accented voice, she purred out to her pet, "Come, Humar… let's go to some place where kal'dorei scum aren't allowed." She shot another annoyed look at the kal'dorei when he chuckled.

"Heh! Told ya she wouldn't be able to handle me!" the kal'dorei jeered, earning a laugh from his buddies and the huntress's eyebrow twitched at the comment. How dare he be so… arrogant! It was time for somebody to shut him up.

The young sin'dorei wrapped her palm around the hilt of her polearm holstered into a leather case on her back and pulled it out. A somewhat sinister grin crept across her lips and it grew as she pointed the blade of the polearm at the elf's throat. She didn't even have to ask for a duel, her eyes already did the talking as a mischievous yet challenging twinkle shone in them.

Next to the huntress, the lion let out a menacing growl and readied himself to attack. His emerald hues shone dangerously under the rays of the sun and it's tail swished back and forth furiously, a sign he was ready to attack. She cooed softly to the cat in Thalassian yet again, her eyes never leaving the druid, "Now, now my dear… wait for it."

The kal'dorei let out a scoff and smirked smugly, "Are you kidding me?" As soon he said that, he morphed into the form of an owl mixed with few different species. The huntress immediately knew that he was of the druid class. She had met several Tauren and night elf druids before and was quite familiar with the class.

"Humar!" the blood elf commanded her pet, took a couple of steps back and holstered her polearm quickly.

Humar let out a roar and dashed towards the caster, baring his fangs.

As soon the massive cat pounced him, she pulled out her bow from the quiver on her back and readied an arrow on it. At the tip of the arrow, a bright blue light begun to channel into a tiny ball. Grasping at the arrow's end, she pulled it far back till the string of the bow reached it's limit then she let go, letting the arrow tear through the air at a remarkable speed.

The druid had managed to pull off a moonfire but Humar had distracted him when he pounced and it hit him instead.

The huntress ground her teeth in anger when she heard the pained cry from her pet. However, she then smirked in satisfaction when she saw the druid stumble a bit from his energy being drained from the first arrow that she fired. Taking this opportunity to do what she intended, she aimed her hand at her pet and channeled energy. A purplish wall of light in the shape of a halo blinked around Humar and with one swipe from him, the druid was stunned. Another arrow laced with the poison of a serpent was fired right at the caster's chest, it penetrated the armor just enough to pierce his skin.

Letting out a growl of pain and annoyance, the druid pulled the arrow out and used one of his abilities to cure himself of the poison. Although he was too slow to cast Moonfire again as the huntress shot a third arrow, purplish light streaked behind the arrow as it flew right at the druid and hit him. It was enough to bring him down to one knee.

"Retreat!" the druid cried out to his friends and healed himself before he turned, morphing into the form of a large purple feline.

"Get back here and fight like a man!" the huntress growled and chased after him. Even though her speed was as fast as a cheetah, he was faster. Humar was hot on his trail, barely nipping at the heels of the fleeing panther.

As soon the druid entered the tunnel entrance of the town, he slipped out of his feline form and summoned his mount just in time to flee. Another serpent sting that was fired had missed the druid as it flew by his head.

"Fenrir! Come forth!" A piercing howl echoed out as the Sin'dorei summoned her mount. A large white wolf leapt out of it's dimension and let out a soft growl. It's face was hidden by a silver piece of armor. Behind the armor, it's purple eyes glowed brightly. The wolf bowed his head down to allow his owner to climb up on him. Grabbing the reins, the huntress pulled herself up onto the leather seat buckled up on the wolf's back. Humar disappeared, being dismissed for the time being.

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Up to this day, she never thought she'd come to hate someone with a passion. Even though she and the kal'dorei were of the elvish race, she'd feel guilty if it was any other Kal'dorei… but this one had ticked her off to no end. She hated it when people would come out as an arrogant punk then wound up running like a coward from a simple duel. It was pathetic.

The druid took a sharp left at the fork near a bridge between Stranglethorn and Duskwood. She came to a dead end with two heavily armored alliance guards, awaiting her arrival.

She snarled at the druid who was hiding behind the guards, laughing at her. She pulled on the reins, commanding the wolf to turn around immediately and fled before the guards could reach her. She was glad for the speedy mount as she outran the guards. Their shouts became distant and she smirked slightly in satisfaction to hear the peaceful sounds of mother nature yet again.

Sighing wearily, she rode her wolf up the road to the bridge linking the gap between Stranglethorn and a dark forest. The wolf slowly trotted across the bridge and let out a soft growl of disapproval.

"I don't like that place either, but no need to be afraid…" the huntress whispered reassuringly to the large wolf and scratched behind it's ear, eliciting a content grunt from it. Although, her words were nothing but a mere lie the second they entered the dark forest.

Her nerves tingled from a chill shooting down her spine when she entered the territory that belonged to the Alliance. It was a forest so dark and foggy, it seemed… dead. Anyone would be insane to actually enjoy it here. However, it wasn't exactly the problem. In the air, she could feel the heavy aura of pure evil. All of sudden, the wolf underneath her came to a sudden halt and growled lowly. His glowing eyes glared at, what seemed to be nothing but fog, in front of him. She knew that it sensed the aura as well.

Never in years, would she have thought she'd lose her cool completely and become afraid of something she was trained to kill.

Pondering on why the aura bothered her greatly, the answer was given the second she smelled something horrid in the air. It smelled like decaying flesh. Suppressing the need to yak, she quickly covered her hand over her nose.

"What the hell…"

Lavender eyes widened in horror when the fog up ahead parted, a shadow twice the size of a Tauren slowly walked in her direction.

'Oh…GOD! So that's what the smell is… what the fuck is it?!'

Her stomach churned at the sight of grayish-white flesh that appeared to be decaying and looked like it was sewn back up together. It looked like large chunks of skin was missing also. Jagged rib bones sticked out of its chest and she even could see it's lungs. It was an abomination from hell. It was difficult to tear her eyes away from the extra arm sticking out of its shoulder blade. Although, what concerned her more were the large axe and butcher's knife in each of it's hands. She wondered what it was doing in an Alliance territory. She had seen guards of Undercity that looked just like this one, which was one of the reasons why she hated going to Undercity. She couldn't stand the sight of them.

The wolf let out a howl of terror and frenziedly backed away from the monster.

"Whoa, whoa! Easy! Oh shit--" Failing to soothe the large beast, she was thrown off and landed on her side so hard that the wind got knocked out of her. She gasped and winced from the stabbing pain in her right side.

The monster had heard Fenrir's howl and was already advancing towards his new victim rapidly. The huntress's heart pounded within her ribs when she felt the ground rumble. As the axe came into the line of her sight, her entire life flashed right before her eyes.

She was quick to react to her survival instincts and rolled to the left quickly. Barely, just barely, the axe missed her and wedged right into the ground next to her. Not wasting her time to move fast, she scrambled up to her feet and yanked her polearm out of it's holster.

She felt death practically breathing down her neck when she looked at the monster's face. It pushed her nerves beyond their limit and it made her senses heighten.

The axe came free from the ground as the abomination pulled on it hard and raised the axe above it's head, getting prepared to strike. Fearing that the last sound she would hear was the abomination's thunderous roar, she shut her mind down and acted upon her instincts. She quickly held her polearm horizontally above her head to block the oncoming attack and to buy few more seconds to figure out her counterattack.

"Get 'em, Saya!!"

'What? Who's that??'

Before she could look back over her shoulder to see who it was, a large black wolf dashed past her and jumped on the abomination. The predator growled threateningly and sank it's fangs in the monster's arm. It was enough to inflict pain on the monster and it let out a pained roar and stumbled backwards, away from the huntress.

"HUMAR!" She shouted out and the black lion jumped out of it's dimension.

A whistling sound was heard as an arrow whizzed by her head and hit one of the exposed lungs. It was a similar shot to the one she shot earlier at the druid, an arcane shot.

That seemed to do the job as the monster bellowed again in pain and anger.

'The heart! I see it!'

The young Sin'dorei grabbed her bow along with an arrow and channeled arcane energy into the tip of the arrow and took aim at the exposed chest.

Terrifyingly, it didn't take long for the monster to recover and charge towards her.

She honed her senses on her target and ignored the rumbling ground. In one firm pull of the bow's string, the arrow was fired. Much to her dismay, it missed the heart and hit the same lung. It provoked another anguished cry from the monster.

In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of another large feline dashing towards the monster. It was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. Light grayish stripes adorned it's white fur. It's eyes were what made it remarkably unique. Unlike any other, it's aqua eyes seemed to glow literally.

The feline used all of it's strength and pounced onto the monster's chest, causing it to tumble back and land on it's back. She could've sworn she heard the ground groan as it rumbled from the impact.

"Finish it off!"

The Sin'dorei could tell the command came from someone else. It sounded more feminine than the first one that had a hint of some kind accent.

Obeying it's master, the feline went for the most vital organ and agonized roars died down as the heart was shred to pieces.

"We'd better move now, there's never telling if this thing has two hearts like others…"

Finally getting the chance to see who had saved her ass from getting chopped up, she went speechless as she came face to face with two young night elves. They were just as beautiful as her old friend, Lieutenant Eden, a kal'dorei and one of Darnassus's top elites. They met when Eden was stationed at the Isle of Quel'Danas for six months. She never minded the fact that she was a member of the alliance. She was the most considerate and kind kal'dorei she had met. Sure, that other night elf back in Stranglethorn might've been a down-right asshole, but that certainly didn't mean the rest of the alliances were like that. She had a good feeling about these hunters who just saved her from a possible brutal death.

"Shit, he's moving. Hurry up, blood elf!" It was the owner of the white tiger who hissed out warily in Darnassian. She had deep purple hair that blended in so well with her light lavender skin. The sin'dorei's attention, however, was more focused on the other night elf next to her. She wasn't sure what had caught her attention the most… the kal'dorei's silver hues or the wayshe stared back at the blood elf. Unlike her somewhat pasty skin and pale white hair, the kal'dorei's skin appeared to be fairly tanned and her hair was the color of nature. At first glance, you could've sworn she was a druid. The kal'dorei never ceased her intense observation upon the blood elf.

"Ahh man, she probably doesn't understand us."

"Oi, I think she already knows anyway… I'm sure she's not that dense," the tanned elf muttered softly as she kept on watching her for a moment or so before looking away and climbed up on a black horse clad in armor. The purple haired kal'dorei merely shrugged and mounted as well on her black tiger. Suddenly, a memory triggered in the sin'dorei's mind and remembered a bloody battle she had fought in once. She remembered seeing black war tigers escorting alliances to their destination…

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"Damnit! The east frost wolf tower is under attack!" a young male Sin'dorei cried out, he stared in horror at the flames engulfing the wood on the tower.

"Fall back! Get inside with Drek now!! Hey! Did you hear me? Get moving!" she yelled at the boy and readied an arrow on her bow and fired it in the head of an unfortunate alliance priest who thought he could inflict shadow of pain on the boy and get away with it.

"AUGH! Watch where you fire those things! Man, did you really have to kill him?? I thought you didn't believe in this stupid crap!"

"Oh so you want me to let them kill you? Look at them! They're nothing but blood-thirsty beasts! They will not stop till we are dead! We have to defend ourselves and others, don't you dare think I enjoy doing this! NOW GET INSIDE!" With that, another arrow was fired at a human mounted on a black war tiger. The human shouted out in pain and armed his two-handed sword.

'Aw, fuck!' The huntress had wished she didn't have to run into a warrior or paladin. They were one of her worst weaknesses. They were too powerful for her to handle on her own. She had near-death experience with a warrior once, but got fortunate and managed to decapitate him. Not that she wanted to do it, she had no choice.

"Aiden! Inside, now!!" the boy finally listened and followed her inside a large hut.

"Drek, sir, they've breached the fortress and the rest of our defense are dying! Get prepared!"

Black eyes filled with rage stared down the huntress and Drek let out an intimidating growl, "Let them come in! We'll take care of them, no problem! Fall back to the relief hut if you can. Do not fret, Lieutenant… they do not know what they are up against. Now, go!"

She stared back at the orc with uncertainty and sighed wearily, "Yes, sir… I have faith in you. May Hellscream be with you."

Drek grinned confidently, "Thatt'a girl! For the Horde!"

With one final nod to the orc, she turned and ran out with Aiden. Her heart sank the minute she stepped outside. Among the chaotic catastrophe, corpses of her fellow Horde members laid in their own puddles of blood. Several of others were still in battle with the enemy, barely holding on the last threads of their lives.

"Nao-- UNH!"

"AIDEN! NO!!" The huntress screamed out in horror as she watched another arrow being driven into the young boy's throat.

"Fuck! Where the hell is a druid when I need one!?" She kneeled down by the boy, holding back sobs and held onto one of the boy's hands, "Please… hold on. Just a little longer! I'm sure there's a druid around here! Hold on!" Her heartbeats pounded in her ears and she watched in complete fear as Aiden choked out, trying to talk. It wasn't long before his eyelids grew heavy and fell shut.

"Aiden… no… talk to me, damnit! AIDEN!" Shaking his shoulders in a desperate attempt to get the boy to give some kind of response, she cried freely for the first time in a long time.

"Move!" Out of the blue, she was pushed aside.

When she looked over at who pushed her, she felt fear washing over when she saw it was a night elf. The fear was then turned into relief when the tears cleared away from her eyes and she realized iwho it was.

"Eden! What are you doing here?! I thought you wouldn't take part of this!"

"Quiet! Watch my back, will you?! I don't want anyone see us or we'll be in trouble," the white haired druid hissed lowly to her before pulling the leather glove off her right hand and quickly yet carefully pulled the arrow out of Aiden's throat and covered the hole with her right hand.

Green light glowed from her hand, the aura of her healing abilities begun to work on the torn muscle and mended it back together. Five seconds later, a hole no longer was in the boy's throat but new and fresh skin.

Eden pulled out the second arrow from the boy's shoulder and healed it as well.

"He's fine now…"

"Eden--"

"I wanted to see you. I… I heard you were forced to take part of this… madness. I just had to see if you were alright," the druid murmured softly, surprising the Sin'dorei.

The huntress couldn't speak another word when the druid's emerald eyes locked with hers. She always seemed to lose herself in them. There was something… a spark in those eyes that was so unique. So mysterious.

It was one of the little things that made her fall in love with Eden.

Unfortunately, it was the last time she had ever saw those eyes. Before Aiden awoke, the druid had left to aid her other comrades after giving the huntress one last hug. After the battle was over, she never heard from Eden again. She had assumed the worst reasoning behind Eden's disappearance… that she was killed.

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Slightly annoyed by the memory, the blood elf shrugged it off and mounted her wolf quickly after dismissing Humar and headed in the same direction the other two were. The rivalry between the alliance and the horde saddened her greatly. Their real war was with the Burning Legion… not each other. She came to believe they created that problem on their own. Nothing but a meaningless competition for dominance.

Her mind started to drift off into her own thoughts yet again and stared up ahead. Unexpectedly, her eyes wandered to the night elves in front of her.

'Do they even see what I see? That we are not meant to fight and that we are meant to work together against the Burning Legion and destroy them?'

"Where were you headed? If you can even understand me…" the purple haired elf shouted back out to the sin'dorei, capturing her attention.

"Karazhan."

"Ok good, we're both headed-- wait, you speak Darnassian!?"

"Of course, I do," the Sin'dorei huffed softly and muttered under her breath, "and I wish I never did sometimes…"

"Tch, so touchy." The night elf remarked with a sigh. This had elicited a soft and amused chuckle from the other elf.

"Now, now children… play nice."

"Hey, who are you calling children, Locke?!"

"Man, you sure are amusing when you're mad," the tanned elf smirked and winked at the reddening cheeks on the purple haired kal'dorei.

"…Shut up."

The sin'dorei silently watched the whole ordeal with an amused grin on her face.

"Well, it's still a long way there… we should set up camp somewhere and call it a night. I'm sure you need the rest after that shock back there," the purple haired kal'dorei glanced back at the blood elf.

"Yes, I think that's a good idea. I've had a long day…" the sin'dorei softly agreed.

"Let's go in Elywnn Forest… it's not too far and it's safer there. By the way, what is your name? I'm Viola," she pointed her thumb at the other night elf, "and she's Lockehart."

"Naolin. I owe you both for helping me with that thing back there…"

"No need, really… but if you insist, you can just repay the favor by helping us set up camp," Viola smiled warmly at Naolin.

Naolin let out a soft laugh, "Alright, sounds fair." She then looked over at Lockehart and was surprised to find the night elf looking back at her with a small grin. She couldn't help but blush lightly and grinned back. The Kal'dorei's silver hues captured her attention again and she noticed a glow in them. It reminded her of Eden… except that they were different. They gave Naolin a sense of comfort. Eden's intense gaze gave Naolin a sense of danger… which actually thrilled her more than comforted her.

'Eden... I miss you.'

Silently, the trio took a shortcut through the forest towards Elwynn.

--TBC--