Stay away from them, those creatures, they are dangerous, they are the enemy. Hakiue's mother's words ran through her head as she crept closer for a better view. The young male Troll was crouched down in the small cage he was placed in. Hakiue was intrigued by the creature. Pale blue skin stretched over toned leg and arm muscles, his face was obscured by the dark blue hair falling around his face; only his tusks could be seen protruding through the blue curtain of hair. In the distance Hakiue heard the familiar voices of her party members who were around the campfire drinking and eating. Feeling the need to be cautious and not to be seen or caught by her team mates, she stepped further back into the bushes. They had specifically told her earlier to stay away from the monster. Being a junior member of the party she had to obey her superiors. Her movement rustled the leaves, the Troll lifted up his head sharply, his brown eyes looked right at her, and they betrayed neither fear nor anger. There was something about them though that made Hakiue feel compassion for the Troll. She slowly closed her own eyes and in the darkness of her mind she could still see the Troll. She knew that he would be tortured and killed in the morning; such was the fate of any prisoner of her guild.
Hakiue opened her eyes again; the Troll was still staring at her, but with less intensity. She quietly stepped out of the bushes and came into full view of the Troll, he looked at her, there was a calm in the air between them. They looked at each other intently, for that moment Hakiue felt like no one else in the world existed but the Troll and her. She let her eyes linger on the Troll for a while before turning to where his bow and quiver were carelessly thrown. She picked up the ranged weapon in a slow and deliberate fashion. She heard the Troll stiffen. Hakiue turned to look at the Troll; he stared at her with questioning eyes. She walked towards the cage, with her free hand she pulled out her wand. The Troll stiffened unsure of Hakiue's intentions. Hakiue pointed her wand at the lock of the cage and shot a shadow bolt causing the lock to fall to the ground and the cage door to swing open. The Troll looked at her intently, unsure of what to do. Hakiue took four steps forward; she was less then a meter away from the pale blue creature. She looked up into his face, his eyes questioned her. She offered him his bow and quiver; he looked at her a bit longer examining her face for malice before accepting his weapons. Hakiue stepped aside giving the Troll the opportunity to leave his small prison. The Troll exited the cage and turned to Hakiue uttered some unintelligible words, and then ran off. Hakiue stood there, alone in the dead of the night... the voices of her laughing team mates in the distance drifting to her, brining her to reality. What had just happened moments ago felt like it was ages ago to Hakiue.
The next day Hakiue found herself clapped in irons and held captive in the stockades of Stormwind for treason against the Alliance. She had given her life for that of the pale blue creature in the forest. She had no regrets.
Junku sat in the darkness, his back to the cold stone wall. Stormwind. Never in a million years did he imagine himself so deep into Alliance territory, much less outside of the stone walls of Stormwind. He did not know what exactly caused him to take leave of all common sense and follow his captors this far into Kilamandor.
Junku closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He could clearly see the girl's intense brown eyes, her dark hair framing her soft face. What did he get himself into? She was just a human. Humans are worthless and cannot be trusted, that's what his older brother always told him, his younger bother would always chime in with 'they're ugly to boot'. A Human that saved a Troll. There was one for the storybooks. Junku opened his eyes; he could see the night stars through the leaves of the trees. A human that saved a troll, who saved the human. Junku smiled, that would make an interesting and unimaginable story. How the hell was he going to get her out of there? He knew that she was in the city underground, his tracking skills had her location within Stormwind pinpointed, it was just a matter of getting to that point without being noticed. He needed a really big distraction.
"FOR THE HORDE!"
As if on cue, Junku heard the Horde battle cry, and it was coming closer. He couldn't believe his luck, and the stupidity of some of his kin... Storm Stormwind? But he knew that would be the distraction he would need. Junku got to his feet and shimmied his way to a better spot, his intentions were to climb the wall, if his tracking instincts were correct the girl was down an alley from this spot. There was also two men guarding the entrance to the underground cells.
His Horde allies were getting closer and Junku began to scale the wall, if he timed it right he would be at the top of the wall by the time the Horde arrived at the Stormwind gates. The further up the wall he got the louder the Horde cries became, he was sure by now the guards at the main gate have been alerted. Junk heard the first clash of steal as he reached the top of the wall, from the top he saw the city guards scrambling to the action, leaving the way clear for his rescue operation. Junku jumped down with a grunt, his feet stinging from the drop. The alley was emptied of Alliance. Junku rolled his eyes; they were as stupid and hot headed as the Horde, and just as predictable. No wonder this war has been going on for years.
Junku ran to the underground cells to the point he was sure the girl was. His tracking was flawless, she was indeed there, curled up on the floor.
"Psst" he tried to get her attention.
The girl looked up and turned to the sound, her hair was matted to her face and blood had dried at the corners of her mouth. Junku winced; the girl had taken a beating. Her eyes widened upon recognising the Troll before her.
Junku got to work on breaking the lock. He took his two handed axe and began to bang the lock, the sound resounded down the corridors. The girl shouted something at him. He looked at her; she had a look of slight concern but then pointed to something behind him. He turn to look, there on the wall was a large ring with a single key. Man how stupid do these people get? Junku put away his axe and went for the key; sure enough it was the key to her cell. He opened the door and motioned her to exit. The girl stood up and took a step forward; she gasped in pain and fell to the ground. She looked at Junku pointed at her right foot and said something intelligible which he guessed to be something along the lines of I hurt my leg. Junku walked toward her, with one bend he scooped her up into his arms. This rescue was starting to be more then he bargained for. A life for a life right? So if he died saving her that would be no less then what she had done for him, mind you she was still alive. Junku rushed out of the stockades and back into the alley way. He stopped for a moment. Where too? He had to admit to himself that he didn't' think this far ahead. In fact he was a little surprised that he was still alive. He looked at the wall that he had originally climbed over and considered climbing back over it to get out, the drop would be larger on the other side, but it seemed to be the only option, the front gate was out of the question and he doubted there was any other exit. Junku jogged to the wall, swung the girl onto his back and began scaling the wall. At the top of the wall he looked down, it was definitely going to be a long drop, he found himself wishing he had a rope because now here they were at the top of the wall with nowhere to go but down a fair ways.
The girl mumbled something and dug trough her robes, she shortly produced a white feather and smiled. She slid of from Junku's back, balanced herself on one foot and held Junku's arm with her hand. She showed him the feather and gave him a wide smile. What the hell was that supposto mean? So she has a got a bloody feather, unless it is going to magically morph into a large bird it was useless in Junku's eyes. She took Junku's arms and wrapped them around herself; she took her one arm and tightly hugged Junku with it. She tossed the feather into the air, and then pushed herself and Junku off the wall. Junku instinctively clung to her at first, but relaxed when he realised that they were gently floating down towards the ground. No one was going to believe this story he was sure of it. What kind of trickery magic was this?
They gracefully reached the ground; Junku looked at her in appreciation. He gave a high pitched whistle and from the woods a grey bear appeared, he picked up the girl and sat her onto the bear. Where they were going he did not know, just as long as it was far from here. They began walking though the night leaving the sounds of battle behind. A Human life for that of a Troll, no one will believe that story, much less a daring rescue of a Human by a Troll. This was definitely a story that will have to be told, even if no one were to believe it.