Authors Note: Hi guys! Hope you're well. So this is my first fanfic on here so please be gentle!

Before you read any further I just wanted to tell you a bit about this fanfic and what I hope to achieve. Essentially its a story about one of my characters and the Archmage Khadgar. Set at the beginning of the Iron Horde (WoD saga). Now, a few bits an bats aren't actually in the game itself so don't be puzzled if I include things that you think "huh, I don't remember that when I played?" because odds are it doesn't exist! Some of the stuff is purely to enhance story and to fatten out the plot a bit. Also, I'm actually hoping to add some more characters the further into the story I get and I'd love for it to have a bit more of a personal touch for the reader, so depending on how many people want to read then I'll start asking you guys to send me in pictures or details of your own WoW characters to add into the story. Anywho, lets begin shall we?

Chapter 1: Initiation

Manuka wrung his hands together nervously and fixed his gaze on the intricate stone flooring of Stormwind Keep. He'd been waiting years for this day, his initiation into the Kirin Tor had been a long and harrowing one; like the other initiates he'd spent his time poring over tomes and scrolls, meditating on the knowledge his superiors provided him with and cultivating his magic as one would to a delicate sapling. Now it was time to be delegated to an Archmage who he would work along side to aid in the war efforts against the Iron Horde. Manuka's leg shook anxiously, he'd waited so long for this, to prove himself to the man or woman who would become his mentor, but he felt it had come too soon.

The Iron Horde had seemingly sprouted from no where like an unwanted weed. And much like a weed, the new enemy was wrapping its roots around Draenor itself, choking the life out of the land and threatening to invade Azeroth. It was this reason that all initiates of the Kirin Tor has been called to arms, some of them still years premature of graduation who could barely summon a sweet-roll.

Manuka however was at least somewhat prepared. He'd mastered most of the basic spells such as blinking, creating mirror entities and conjuring food; but battle magics were a whole different kettle of fish. He had never been especially good with combat spells and the incantations needed to spark them were still incredibly foreign on his tongue, seeing as he had been called to the Keep to assist in the Iron Horde menace it became increasingly aware to the young Mage that he needed as much practice as time would allow him before they arrived in Draenor. The odds were not in his favor.

Manukas ears picked up the unmistakable creaking of the large wooden door in front of him and his head snapped up to meet the gaze of a young Night Elf woman peering back at him through the open door, she smiled warmly and gestured to the Mage sitting on the bench on the opposite side of the wall.

"You're the initiate we've been sent, yes?"
Her voice was as pleasant to Manukas ears as her appearance was to his eyes, he returned the smile in kind and stood up to greet her properly,

"Yes, yes I am. My name is Benjamin Manuka, but Manuka is just fine, It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm looking forward to learning all I can from you to help tackle the Iron Horde."

The young mages voice sounded wooden, almost as if he were reading from a script, the Night Elf raised an eyebrow

"learning from me?, haha I'm afraid I don't have much to teach you!"

Manuka cocked his head in confusion "...you're my new mentor are you not? Every initiate has been paired up with councilors or Archmages of the order-" he gestured to himself "-so here I am"

The Night Elf stood silently for a moment before giggling, her cheeks taking on a pink hue to add to her already dusky skin. Noticing that the young man was looking more perplexed she regained composure and smiled brightly.

"Manuka, I am not your mentor! Nor will I be accompanying you on your journey to Draenor." She stepped to the side of the door and swung it open quickly "He's waiting for you."

Manuka stepped forward towards the now open door, there was a beautiful stained glass window in the center room depicting the many triumphs of King Llane and Varian, it drowned the walls in a flurry of multicoloured light that impaired Manuka's vision if only for a moment, the young man blinked away the fuzz of the disorientating colours of the window and came to focus on a figure standing in front of the window. A figure who caused the initiate's jaw to hang open in sheer awe.

"Archmage...Khadgar?"