Disclaimer: The realm of which this story was constructed from is not of my own and is completely owned by Blizzard. Some of the Characters such as Vindicator Maraad, Vindicator Aalesia and Prophet Valen are also not of my own. The rest of the characters and the main character is of my own.

Chapter 1: Kyline

A fur lined hood draped over her goat like horns, covered her face against the icy wind of Storm Peaks, the northern region of the continent Northrend. In between Kyline's quiet grumbling of the cold she thanked the Naaru for the power of the light keeping her slightly warm, yet cursed that her hooves were not adapted to this kind of terrain. It was 25,000 years ago that her people met the interdimensional beings called the Naaru. That was a difficult time for the once great planet of Argus. Kyline's mother told her how the developed society upon Argus was ruled by three great elders. The fallen Titan Sargeras visited this planet then claimed that he was impressed by the intellect and work of these peoples, the Eredar. He promised more power and knowledge which was all that the Eredar cared about. Two of the three elders become corrupt with the promises of demonic power turning many of the Eredar people into terrible beings of great destruction. The one elder, Prophet Velen, who did not accept this power took with him the other Eredar who resisted the corruption and fled the planet with the help of the Naaru to many planets eventually landing permanently on the planet Azeroth. That was when they became The Exiled Ones, the Draenei. The Naaru gave Kyline's people the power of the light in hopes to develop an army to take back their home world one day. Kyline with a gift to harness this power became a Paladin, champion of the light and destroyer of darkness.

Kyline made it past the mountain range of Storm Peaks as she recounted the story her mother told her on the land of Draenor, her birthplace. She entered a large open field eternally covered in snow, on her way to the Alliance base K3. She spent one month in Storm Peaks in search of a Storm Giant, and conducted a series of tests that will lead her to become a Vindicator. A Vindicator is one of the highest military ranks that she can achieve as a paladin, other than an Exarch. Exarch's are only assigned to the oldest of the Draenei. Kyline is only 814 years old, that is very young for a Draenei, since Prophet Velen is still alive.

Vindicators generally fights with two handed weapons but Kyline prefers the shield and her trusted axe. She is proficient in both ways of fighting. She regretted her choice of choosing the shield over the two-handed hammer this time seeing as the axe on her hip and the shield on her back adds a considerable more weight than needed for this adventure.

Snow got caught up in her boots cooling her calves to an unpleasant temperature. As she saw the K3 base ahead, her spirits increased. One flight from there will take her to the warm beds of the sky city of Dalaran. She continued forward with a lighter mood remembering the times with her mentor, Vindicator Aalesia. Upon the Azuremyst Isles was where she met Vindicator Aalesia. She became the mother figure to Kyline after the massacre on Draenor. Vindicator Maraad, being a great friend to her parents introduced Aalesia to Kyline. Vindicator Maraad saw the light in Kyline's eyes when he brought her here with the few Draenei that were able to escape. Unable to train her due to his duties for the alliance faction, Aalesia offered to train Kyline. Kyline remembered the aching feeling in her muscles those first days of training. Aalesia was not mean to Kyline but she was not easy on her either. Decades of quests and training made Kyline a strong paladin.

Kyline outwardly sighs with relief as she walked up to K3. Headed straight for the flight master, she tried to tell the human of her destination; however, all that came out was a dry whisper. Due to the dry winter in the Storm Peaks and the lack of fresh water, Kyline lost her voice. Unnerved by the presence of a female Draenei, the human fumbled with some of his own water to offer to her. Kyline takes it graciously even though she knew of the flight master's uneasiness. The Draenei, her people, are very new to this world and to a young race such as humans they are still exotic. This has led to some vulgar experiences that Kyline has encountered since the humans deem her race alluring.

"I would like a flight to Dalaran if you wouldn't mind." She said in the distinct accent of the Draenei with the soft roll of the "r's".

"Thattt wont be a problem miss" he said "that will jjjust be 1 gold piece"

With the money that she had successfully earned as a paladin, as well as compensation money from Vindicator Aalesia 1 gold piece was not too much to spend however, it was more expensive than expected. Either way she paid, just happy to get out of Storm Peaks. She mounted the pure white Griffon. As the griffon starts rising, his wings rushed cold air over Kyline. She shivered but then remembered how much she likes flying where pure excitement overrules the feeling of being cold. Even though she was one of the survivors from the Exodar crash, she never had a hatred for flying as some of her kin developed.

A few hours later Kyline arrived at Dalaran energetic from the release of endorphins of the flight. She swung her right leg over the rear end of the griffon and stepped onto Krasus' Landing. A little off balance and malnourished, Kyline gets dizzy falling on her bum. Her cheeks turn a little bluer than her naturally darker purple skin, as she blushed in embarrassment. Picking herself off of the dirty cobblestone, she quickly oriented herself and walked away gratified that no one saw her unflattering landing. Kyline headed down the streets of Dalaran nodding to a few gnomes in deep discussion of new and exciting inventions they create. Kyline always finds gnomes the most interesting of the races with their tinkering. She headed toward the Legerdemain Lounge, avoiding the Horde quarter of the city. Inside the Lounge she plopped on the seat next to an obviously wealthy patron who by first looks seems to be an owner of some large trading company. She did not look at the bar tender, but looked straight at the menu knowing how delicious this food is from previous encounters.

"May I please get 2 roasted quillboar legs and a glass of your best Dalaran vintage please." she said to the bartender deciding to spoil herself before the next adventure.

"Would that be the Mulled Frost Lotus or the Icethorn ma'am?" Said the bar tender in a distinctive Thalassian accent.

For the first time Kyline looked up at the bar tender and rushed into action. She hastily reached over her left shoulder grabbed her shield, while unclasping her axe and popping it out of its holster with her right hand. Balancing herself she prepared to attack the Blood Elf, lowering her head showing her damaging horns in all their glory. She lets go a low growl daring the Blood Elf to attack her, as rage builds up in her eyes.

"KYLINE! Stop!" someone said roughly behind her.

She recognized the human's voice registering familiarity. Her face contorted to confusion as she fights the rage inside her. Many years of hatred have made it difficult on the young Draenei, even if Prophet Velen has been teaching her peace. The Blood Elf cowered under the bar as Kyline struggles with her inner toil, her axe arm shaking. She lost her concentration though as she heard curses from the Blood Elf, resigning herself to the savage side. The rage builds as Kyline started walking slowly to enact vengeance to those who wrought unprovoked violence on her people. She took one step, then feels a paw on her shoulder and the claws digging into it. Not feeling the pain but moving on instinct Kyline snapped her shield arm to the left aiming straight for the cat's neck. If the cat and hunter were not attuned to Kyline's fighting style, the cat's head would have been decapitated in an instant out of ferocity of Kyline's attack. After the cat's evasive dash away, Kyline felt an arrow in her shoulder throwing her off balance. The large cat then pounced upon Kyline pinning her down. The cat barely able to hold Kyline down as she tried to break free, lets out a growl, warning his hunter companion. The hunter stood over Kyline then knocked her out with a hit from her bow between Kyline's eyes.

Kyline awoke with a searing headache half an hour later, barely remembering anything past ordering the delicious food she was going to eat. As if on cue her muscled stomach rumbled in protest, indicating to the fact she did not eat any of the food she ordered.

"What happened to me?" she questioned out loud before realizing she was not alone.

"You raged." said the familiar voice from before.

Turning her throbbing head toward the corner she saw a human sitting there dressed in dark green mail armor. Her bright frizzy red hair pops out from the brown curtains behind her. That red hair enhances the randomly assorted freckles upon her alabaster skin. Next to her is a white, and black spotted spirit leopard, relaxed in the only patch of light that is sneaking through the closed curtains. Wisps of blue smoke come out of the leopard's maw. Thankful for the lack of sunlight due to her minor concussion, Kyline gives a perplexing look at the hunter.

"Blood Elf bartender," she responded.

As those three words were spoken Kyline's memory comes back.

"Dd… did I kill anyone?"

"No. Good thing I was in Dalaran at the time Kyline or else you would be in the dungeon until Vindicator Aalesia, or Möbius, your dear gnome friend, would pay for your release."

"Or you, or Eodir" Kyline corrects.

"Yes, either way you should be more careful Kyline" said the hunter.

"Now sister are you done harassing me. I am, you know, about 789 years your senior." Kyline said with a grin "Won't you give me a hug, Angela?"

Laughing the hunter walked over to Kyline and gave her a tight hug. Kyline smiled despite the throbbing of her head. Angela was an adventurous young human who left her parents in search of that adventure. Kyline found her on the edge of her homeland called Red Ridge Mountains. The 13 year old that Kyline met those years back was terrified at the unfamiliar appearance of a Draenei and ran back home. Kyline chuckled lightly from those memories.

"You must be hungry I almost forgot Kyline, to your right are some quillboar legs you ordered. Due to the incident neither I, nor the innkeeper thought you should have alcohol, so there is a glass of water waiting for you." Kyline's stomach grumbled to the idea of hot food cooked on stove not a campfire.

The hunter waited patiently as Kyline gulped down half the glass of water and started scarfing down food.

"Now Angela what are you doing in Dalaran? I thought you were helping the Worgen's with their new life."

"I was but my job is finished they are settling well in Darnassus and Stormwind. Now I am in Dalaran for some uncomfortable black market trade business. Honestly I am glad I am no longer dealing with the stinking lupin humanoids." Kyline started giggling "It is soo true. It's as if there are wet dogs all around. Remember I used to have a wolf before Garaan here." She pointed to the cat. "Yet she did not stink nearly as much."

Kyline giggled, but at the mention of Garaan she started to feel a stinging in her shoulder. Looking to the left shoulder she saw why. Three rows of claw marks made large impressions in her skin that are scabbed over with her dark blue blood.

"Yeah that's a pretty nasty gash that Garaan made and I apologize but sometimes in the past the pain worked to get you out of that grim state. It always intrigued me for such a peaceful and gentle race, you do have the ability for as much savagery as the orcs sometimes."

"Yes Angela… we do…" Kyline said somberly

"How is Project Vindicator?" Angela asked in hopes to lighten up the mood

Kyline hesitantly grins from the choice of words that Angela used. Angela called Kyline's progress to her Vindicatorship, Project Vindicator on their second meeting. At that second meeting when Angela's curiosity overcame her fear, she told Kyline how she yearned for adventure. Kyline thought Angela was too young and not ready so agreed to make a deal if she would stay at home. Angela would stay at home and continue to train as a hunter, and when Angela turned 18 Kyline promised to take her on one adventure. Angela readily agreed, and so did her parents with some persuasion. Kyline came back occasionally after quests to make sure that Angela kept her promise and noticed how talented she really was with a bow. Over that time Angela and Kyline developed a strong bond of friendship. At the time Angela turned 18 and was done her training Kyline took her on an adventure. The one adventure turned into many.

"Okay!" Kyline repied. Angela raised one red eyebrow indicating more information was required "Storm Peaks honestly sucked. Far too cold for my liking. Alterac Valley isn't even that cold, in both spirit and body. I doubt even the dwarves would enjoy Storm Peaks." Kyline finished.

"Have you been anywhere else up here other than Storm Peaks?"

"Yes I have, Grizzly Hills and Dragonblight. I quite liked both regions really, they were more peaceful than action packed." Kyline touched the spot where she was hit with Angela's bow and winces from the pain.

"Oh wow, I am sorry Kyline I forgot you need your rest. Healers orders! I will be back soon after some of my business has been conducted."

"I agree I do feel quite woozy right now so thank you. Enjoy your hunt for black marketers." Kyline replied

"I will! Oh and you owe me this new bow." Angela points to her bow strapped on her back "Your goat head snapped the wooden part."

Giggling Kyline nodded, and shooed Angela out of the room.