Peace was among the lands since the down fall of the burning legion. The alliance and the horde lived in peace. Little did they know that among them, was a war waiting to happen. A group of Naja, broke off from Illidan's command when he saved his brothers love from attacking forces. The Naja's army grew from those who chose to do so, and also by force. By the end of a 3 year peace between the horde and the alliance, the Naja's army grew to an enormous size. Many elves, dwarves, orcs, and taurens were corrupted into the army, but the undead willingly joined the Naja to overthrow the kingdom once again. This is my story. This is an account of the event that changed my life forever.

The Order

"The Naja's army has overtaken the Ashenvale forest and they are moving onto the main cities. Soon they will be at the doorsteps of our city. Our armies are not large enough. I hate to say it, but we must pack up the bare essentials, and leave."

"Grom, how can you say this? How do you expect us to leave this place? It is our home!"

"Thrashal, I understand your plight, but we have no choice. You may stay and fight, but you will surely die." Grom said in a grim tone.

Thrashal stood in silence. His body heaving with every angry breath that he took. He knew that Lord Grom was right. He knew that he had to leave, but he just didn't want to accept it. He kept his head held low and concentrated on a little prairie dog that ran around his feet. Slowly he raised his head and looked at Grom. Grom stood there in silence but his eyes seemed to speak a thousand words. Thrashal nodded his head and looked back down to the little critter running around his feet nervously. He raised his boot and crushed the prairie dogs head into the ground. He gave a loud snort and walked away in anger, dragging the entrails of the critters body with him until he was out of sight.

A young orc stood in shock at the very thought of having to leave her home. This is where she grew up, and where she wanted to stay for the rest of her life.

"Grom! You can't be serious. How do you expect us to leave here? We won't have enough time to gather enough provisions in the first place anyways. And where are we supposed to go after we leave?"

"Hold your tongue Kanex. We must gather as little as possible but just enough for us to survive the journey. The boat will land in Rachet at the docks and we will travel through the barrens. Some may chose to stay at the crossroads, but most of us will travel to Ogrimmar. We will find a way." Grom stated calmly while placing his hand on Kanex's shoulder.

Rage built up inside of Kanex. She stood still, her fists shaking in anger. She quickly jerked her shoulder causing Grom's hand to fall from it. She looked at his dark eyes and like a large dragon inside of her, it reared its large ugly head. She backed up a couple of steps and spit at Grom's feet. The crowd gasped in shock at the sight before them, while Grom stayed calm and collected.

"Kanex, my child. You may stay if you choose, but you will no longer be of service to Thrashal's army, and you are no longer a part of my kingdom for your filthy manner you have shown me. You obviously have no loyalty to this clan, so you will no longer be a part of it." After Grom finished saying these words, he turned his back and started giving orders to everyone to pack only the necessities and to be quick about it.

Kanex glared towards Grom. She couldn't believe she was just dismissed like that. She would not be thrown away like some piece of garbage, not like that. She stormed off away to Thrashal's tent.

Guards stood at both sides of the entrance to his tent. The guard on the left was very muscular. He wore no protection on his chest because he threatened people silently with his chiselled muscles. He wore a simple leather belt and chain mail pants. At his side was his weapon of choice, a simple skinning knife whose blade was dull. He believed in a simple way of killing his foes. He used his brute strength rather than a weapon, but when he used his knife, he slit his foes throat slowly and gruffly making sure the dull blade cut through their neck. To add insult to injury, after killing his foe, he would sit down and skin his slain foe, then eat the meat left over from his dead assailant. The second guard was very different from the first. He was tall and looked like he had no muscle what so ever. He too, wore no shirt as did the first guard. He had simple leather gloves and pants on but they were very ragged and burnt. Around the guards shoulder was a strap that made a cross on his chest. This sling held his weapons which he loved dearly, two enormous swords. At first glance of the swords you cringed at the thought of them tearing through your flesh, but when looking at the guard you laughed because he looked to skinny to be able to lift just one sword. When in combat with him however, you lost that sense of security. He was faster than you could ever imagine possible. You were never able to see him pull out the swords, the only thing you would remember before dying was seeing him on the other side of you kneeling down with his arms crossed and swords in both hands dripping with blood.

Kanex approached the guards without caution and reached towards the opening of the tent. The tall skinny guard quickly grabbed her hand and stooped her from entering the tent.

"What do you want with Commander Thrashal?"

"To speak with him obviously. Let me enter and talk with him."

"We heard about your dishonour to Grom and your exile. What makes you think we will let you see Thrashal?" Said the muscular guard. His eyes hardened and focused on Kanex. A smile grew across his face because he knew that if she tried to do anything funny, he would have a little afternoon snack to enjoy.

"Ashante! What is going on out there?" Thrashal yelled from inside his tent. Thrashal emerged from his tent with his face dripping with sweat and blood. He looked down to see Kanex on her knees holding out her dagger towards Thrashal. "Kanex? What are you doing?"

"I have been exiled from the clan, I am no longer a part of this army. I am giving back what is yours. Take the dagger and let me leave this filthy place."

"What do you mean you were exiled? What did you say to Grom?" he asked in pure shock.

"I told him the truth. There is no way they will survive the journey."

"What did you say after that? That alone could not get you exiled from the clan." He looked quickly at her eyes and then up towards the sky trying to hold his composure.

"I said nothing."

"Then why are you exiled?" anger, bursting through his body.

"I spit at his feet and told him how I really felt without words."

Thrashal's eyes widened and then became very narrow. He looked down at the fallen warrior and heaved a great sigh. He reached out and took the dagger from Kanex and gave it to the muscular guard. He then motioned for Kanex to follow him into his tent. Kanex hesitated a bit, but then followed him into his tent.

The tent was very simple yet eerie. The inside of the tent was full of skinned hides, probably the hides that the muscular guard collects. Furs and weapons hung from every possible place, and they were all covered in a light covering of blood. In the left corner of the tent was a small round table that Thrashal had crafted himself. On the table were two bowls made of iron, a gift from the weapons smith in Rachet. One of the bowls was flipped over as water slowly dripped from the edge of the bowl. The other bowl sat in the middle of the table, and the contents inside the bowl were not pleasing to view.

"What's with the blood?"

"It's none of your business Kanex. Now listen to me. You were a great warrior but I can no longer have you in my army because of your disloyal ways to Grom. I to do not agree with leaving this place but he is right, we have no choice and you know it."

"Thrashal, how do you expect me to survive on my own?"

"This is what you are going to do." Thrashal said while reaching for a weapon that was hanging down from the tent, " You are to take this as a gift from me. I never want to see you lose this but for you to always keep it by your side. I will send a scout from Ogrimmar named Marine. He is a great warrior and is known throughout the lands, and he is also feared throughout the lands as well. He will be waiting for you a couple yards away from where the main boat will be. Meet him and he will take you to the Sen'Jin valley. There you will travel to the cross roads and you will start a new life there. That is all I can do for you."

Kanex stood a moment before moving an inch. This was the life that she had brought upon herself. She was alone now and just because she spoke up and the rest of the clan was to cowardess to say anything. She looked up into Thrashal's eyes but she could see nothing. All she saw were two dark pools of black for eyes that showed no emotion.

"Kanex, you are a great warrior and a great friend. Please be safe my sister."

"I will try my hardest. Thank you…brother." And with that, Kanex turned and walked out of the tent and slowly walked back to her hut to pack for her journey to a new home.