"There has been a war between orcs and human for as long as can be remember. But there was a time were we did not know who our enemies were or what the evil green magic Befall had done to us. But in the beginning… how could we have known, what choice did we have, our world was dying and I had to find my clan a new home."
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Durotan, the Chieftain of the Frostwolf clan sat on his cot in his hut, looking down at his wife who lay asleep. She exhales, twitching her nose, "Durotan." she calls out, he moves his hand and places it in hers as he belly was heavy with child. "I can feel your eyes." she tells him, then opens hers, "I thought you were asleep." he tells her. "I was. Dreaming of a hunt, through the snow." she answers as he lays down next to her. She then looks over her shoulder.
"Trandya." she calls out, Durotan looks over as well and a humanoid girl with long black hair with braids similar to Durotan's style, her ears were pointed with earrings, pure blue eyes, tan skin, a chest wrap, shawl wrap around her waist the dangles pass her thighs, wrist cuffs on her arms, a shoulder pad on her right shoulder, an arm cuff on her left arm, a choker with they clan's symbol and she was wearing boots on her foot. She then steps to them with a worried look, "Come here." Draka tells her, she did so with out hesitation and sat down next to her and laid her head on her shoulder. "You should not wear such a look." Draka tells her, petting her hair, Trandya sighs. "I can not help it, mother. I fear for what tomorrow will bring." she tells her, Durotan smiles.
Draka smiles as well, "Have you thought of a name for your younger sibling?" she asks her. Trandya smiles, "I have a few." she answers, Durotan smiles and lays down as well and Draka takes a hold of his hand, "Well, keep them to yourself, daughter. Wife. I will chose a name when I meet him or her." Durotan tells them and they both smiled, "Oh and how will the great Durotan greet his son, if I do not travel with him?" Draka asks him, then Durotan props himself on his elbow, "A son?" he asks and the two girls smile at him, "Can you hide your fat belly?" he asks Draka. Trandya frown as Draka punches Durotan in the shoulder, "Better then you can hide your fat head." she answers and they all laugh as he laid back down. She then places his hand back on her belly and places Trandya's hand on her belly as well.
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The next day came as all clan gathered at the gate, "So many clan in one place Orgrim, Laughing Scull, Blackrock. All have been summon." Durotan tells his best friend, "It will be a mighty war band, I just wonder who will be left to fight?" Oigrim said to Durotan. Trandya walk next to Draka, keeping her head low. She then looks ahead at the great gate, she then felt fear gripping at her spine. Draka looks at her and places her hand on her shoulder, making Trandya look at her, "Deep breaths, daughter." she whispers.
Trandya nods and took deep breaths, calming down. They were all gathered together, coming to a stop as a cold whispers echo over the mountains, Trandya steps closer to Draka as she places her hand on Durotan's shoulder. "What is that?" she asks him ans they look at the gate. "Gul'dan's magic." he answers as the green magic called Fell lighted the edge of the gates, Gul'dan looks over at the clans and then slams his staff down, silencing them. "The few that were offered up for my magic… is life." he tells them and Trandya looks at the Draenei prisoners in the cages at the base of the great gate, they were crying out for mercy. "We only have enough prisoners to send through our strongest warriors. But that will be enough, the enemy is weak, when we arrive we will take them as well." Gul'dan tells them and the clan cheered.
"We will build a new portal and when it is complete, we will bring through all… of the Horde." he said, turning to the portal, the warriors started to charge, he then started the spell. Trandya watches in horror as the Draenei prisoners life essence were being drain, she then places her forehead on Draka's shoulder, looking away. Draka then pulls her along, Trandya then looks at the portal seeing the fell magic charge the portal and she could see the sky on the other side. She walks up the slat, stepping closer to the portal. She stood next to her mother as Oigrim went in, not before smiling at Durotan. Then the Chieftain turns to his daughter and wife. "Let me go first, stay with your mother." he tells them, they both look at him and he steps into the portal.
Trandya swallows her fear down, then grips her mother's hand and they both step closer, both of them close their eyes and step inside the portal. They both open them seeing darkness all around them, but then Draka gasp in pain, Trandya grips her arm as her mother places her hand on her belly. She then looks over at Durotan and he reaches out for them, but Draka misses his hand by inches and continued to cry out in pain. Then a tree passes them as they floated to the light, Trandya gasp as she pulls herself out of the portal and then turns back and pulls Draka out as well. "Mother? Mother!" Trandya cries as Draka crawls away, then pulls off her stomach plate, continues to cry out.
Then Durotan pulls himself out, seeing Trandya trying to help Draka, he then runs to them, but Blackhand places his hand on Durotan's chest, stopping him. "With child?! You dare bring that wench and weakling into my warband?!" Blackhand questions him. Durotan looks at him then back at his family. "Let me go, Blackhand! Draka!" he calls out as Gul'dan walks over to them, Trandya moves over behind Draka as the baby was coming. "Push! Push!" she tells her, Draka then scream out and pain, pushing the child out. Trandya then was holding the dead baby in her arms. She gasp in shock as he was cold and dead. Draka pants from exhaustion and Durotan was heartbroken.
Gul'dan looks at Trandya as she held the baby closes, she then presses her forehead against the baby's and a small stream of light passes from her mouth into the baby's, then green color returns to the baby's skin, Trandya pulls away as the baby pulls his hands and feet to his body, coughs and started to cry. Durotan gasp, hearing his son's cry. Trandya exhales and then looks over her shoulder at Gul'dan as he was looking down at her, he then handed his staff to a orc and held his hands out, "Give me the child." he tells her, she swallows and slowly moves her hands out gently placing the child in his hands. He then turns to the Horde and raises the child into few, "A another warrior for the Horde!" he shouts and they all cheered for him.
He then places the child in one hand, turns back to Trandya, then his hand shot out and grips her throat. She gasp and Blackhand held back Durotan, "How did you do that?" Gul'dan questions her, raising her off the ground and into the air. She gags, gripping his hand. "I…I don't…know." she answers. He tightens his grip, she then chokes. "I have never seen magic like yours… what is it?" he asks again and he saw the look in her eyes, no fear. But courage as she was growling, baring her wolf fangs at him, "I… do not… know…" she said again, gaging feeling the air in her lungs leave her. "Gul'dan don't… she's my daughter!" Durotan shouts. Then Gul'dan looks at him, then he lets loosens his grip and Trandya drops into her knees, gripping her throat, coughing as air rushes back into her lungs.
Draka crawls to her and held her shoulders, Durotan exhales and Gul'dan's turns to them and gave the child to them, Trandya looks up, pulls her hands away and held her baby brother. He then took back his staff, "Keep a better eye on her then." he warns and walks off. Trandya like she betrayed her father and hung her head in shame, a new world and she's already dishonoring her clan. What a way to start.