Author's Note: This will be a much different fanfiction than other's that I have written. This is mainly because this has to do with original characters and an original storyline, which is something I am not used to. Along with this, it will be one of my longest fanfictions, which I'm sure you'll find out. It will most definitely outlive A Cat's Tail, by far, and perhaps it will be longer than I myself had anticipated. So if you think you're nearing the end, chances are you're not. :) Hope you guys like this I put a lot of work into it. HOWEVER: Side Note: There may be some confusion on traditions. I've read most of WOW's books, but not all, so if something is amiss I'm really sorry! I'm trying to show some of the differences between the factions and races to the best of my ability. If something is missing please feel free to PM or review! I hope that explains a little bit for those of you who follow the lore. :)

Chapter One

Hyleana looked through the dark blue leaves growing off the pale barked trees; her prey was locked in her sights. She knew she could hit it; there was no doubt in her mind. The moongraze stag was nibbling on lush grass only a few feet away from her. She thought nothing, but she could feel everything in that moment; the land spoke to her, her senses heightened, her prey's heartbeat was her own. She positioned herself slightly, ready to kill. In a rush, she let her arrow soar through the air and hit her mark.

The white stag cried out as the arrow hit his throat, a second hitting his knee. The creature toppled over as Hyleana rushed over to its side. Pulling out her knife she swiftly slit its throat. "Thank you, my friend. You will feed Haru and I, and for that, I pray for you." She whispered. Pulling back her bright teal hair, she whistled for her saber to come. Scanning the area, she wondered where he might have gone to hunt for himself; no matter how many hunting trips they took together, Haru was always greedy and enjoyed picking on small creatures such as squirrels and mice.

A white frost saber rushed out from the nearby undergrowth. He was silent enough, yet Hyleana taunted, "If you rush like that, you'll awaken the whole island!" The night elf stared at her companion with laughing silver eyes. Her light blue-tinted skin seemed to glow under the moonlight and she knew she was too far out in the open.

Looking up at the night sky, she felt a slight sense of unease. Back at home, Ashenvale's thick canopy blocked out most of the sky's scene. Being out in the open like this was significantly different. When her eyes drifted over the full moon, she felt a sense of guilt.

Night elves have a specific system in terms of gender, although it is not mandatory to follow nor frowned upon to deviate; men tend to stick to the roles of druids while the women tend to become sentinels or priestesses. Hyleana's family had a rich lineage of women who'd played the roll of priestesses; she had chosen to deviate from that path after years of merely being a helper in the temples. Her mother had not been pleased in any case; despite their society's views of women hunters, her mother's personal views felt that this stray was a sign of disrespect.

While Hyleana couldn't say that she was ashamed of the path she'd chosen in terms of her mother, she did feel as though Elune's light had shined dimly on her since her finalized choice had been made. She wondered if her goddess was disappointed in her choice or if she'd chosen the wrong path.

But it was too late to change her mind now. Here she was on Azuremyst Isle; alone with only her frost saber, Haru, to accompany her. She did not feel anymore lonely here than she did in her own home; the only difference she found was that at least here she was happy. The draenei had been more than kind to her. They had offered her stay at the Exodar, but she had refused. "I enjoy being close to nature and Elune." She explained. "May that feeling never leave your side." Said a woman in her musical accent.

Now back at her small camp, Haru curled up next to the fire for a short nap before dinner while Hyleana worked on skinning and cooking the meal, leaving raw chunks of meat for Haru. She thought of many things that night, most including her home and her past. She was right where she wanted to be; somewhere she could build from. She'd chosen this island as her first destination for a few simple reasons; it was a small start with cheap sailing fair and its inhabitants were new, yet at least it had some ruminants of home. Stormwind, she felt, would have to wait. It was simply too big and she didn't know how she could handle the culture shock of so many races clumped into one city.

Being a sheltered elf helped no one, she thought to herself as she prodded the burning wood under a large hunk of meat with a stick. "You should be careful." She recalled the words that the same female draenei that had welcomed her stated. "This island has had a few different issues as of late... Blood elves have been sighted on the island. More concerning, we've had reports of muggings and murders close to the Exodar..."

Bandits were lowly creatures, Hyleana felt. Killing or harming someone for their money was a sick and lazy excuse of a life. However, her feelings didn't change the potency of their existence nor how she had to keep her guard up, not that she ever dropped it.

Dinner had been good; the one useful skill her mother had taught her was how to cook. Being a night elf suited her well for she stayed up during the darkest of hours as a deadly predator does. She knew the sun would come up soon, and she knew her sleep was a priority if she were to survive on her own. Pushing her left overs into a satchel, she laid on Haru's soft belly and closed her eyes to rest.

It was early morning, the sun now fully exposed in the sky. His eyes were locked on his target. What night elf is so foolish that she feels so safe to sleep out in the open? She should know better. A smile curved around his lips. She'd be completely open for the taking. He'd seen her campfire late in the night and had found it not far from his own campsite. The only difference was that he was much more careful and she was in much more trouble now due to lack of efficiency.

He stepped a little closer to get a closer look as to where he should attack. But as soon as he took that step, the large white head of her saber snapped up and turned around to peer in his direction. His eyes widened; he had seen the beast, but not taken into account it's probable strength. From behind, it looked much weaker then what he saw. It's large, menacing jaw complimented it's fierce blue eyes. For a moment, he thought the creature could actually see him from his position. If that saber were to sound an alarm now, he wouldn't have enough coverage to make an escape. Not to mention that without a fully executed plan in mind, he may not stand a chance against his current enemy.

A low growl rumbled in the frost saber's throat to the point where the stranger could hear the deep, terrifying sound. No... Now he knew that he needed to retreat as soon as possible and return with a plan, if he even dared. No wonder that night elf feels so confident... he thought in mockery.

"Haru, what's wrong?" he heard a surprisingly soft voice come from the awakened elf. She raised her head to look at her creature. He felt his face redden; she was surprisingly beautiful. He shook his full head of blonde hair. Get your head together Lorus... Night elves are not a beautiful race. They are cowards for not utilizing the magic at their very feet. He recited to himself as though brainwashed by the common social norm of blood elves.

The female tousled her long teal hair and yawned. He dared to peer closer. "If anyone's out there," she called out into the forest. "Haru is as good a hunter as I am. And we both enjoy our sleep. Come back later or prepare to become his meal for the night."

His eyes widened; she'd known he was there? A frown formed on his face, this was to demeaning for a blood elf of his stature. But he was not stupid; he could see this was a fight he'd loose. While he could leave now and find new prey, he wanted nothing more than to see this female's head on a stick. He'd be back and with a formulated plan to kill her. Rest peacefully night elf, for tonight you shall pay for this...