~Hi everyone! Thank you for reading my fanfic, this is my first one so here it goes! plz no flames. ( I'm trying my best not to aim my character towards to the evil path of a mary-sue so wish me luck and offer advice if tou wish!

~Summary: When a draenei Child is taken into Slavery she is saved by Thrall who inspires her to become a Shaman. She then strives to become a Shaman and find a way to see him again.

~Disclaimer: I don't own World of Warcraft or any original dialogue from books or the Game.

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The rattling of the wagon and the chains that were linked around my ankles were the only sounds that could be heard inside the wagon. It was dark and musty but it I could still vaguely make out at least eight other children on the other side. Six of them were Nightelves around the ages of seven to nine. The other three were Draenei myself included. The Nightelves were whispering so silently I couldn't make out what they were saying, they were lucky they had the advantage of not being heard.

I sat in a corner with my knees pressed up against me. Fasha and Arun where also pressed up against me, shaking. I tried to forget and remember at the same time about how we got here. My body was still trembling and it was sore, I was so lost in thought I did not know if I was awake or asleep. Why did we end up as orphans? Why did we get captured by the Trolls.

It was just that morning that Fasha, Arun and I were to attend a oration with our clan leader and Priestess under Naaru , Osta. She was a firm but loving leader to our nomadic community of just a little over a hundred. Because we were nomadic there weren't many other children then the three of us.

Arun and I were eight years old in common terms while Fasha was nine. Arun was a boy with a darker skin tone and and short light hair. Fasha and I were a lighter blue skin tone. Fasha had dark long hair that she liked wearing down all the time, while I had greyish color hair that I had preferred wearing up in a ponytail or pigtails.

At the start of the day the sky seemed unusual, in both the color and atmosphere it gave off. The wind was more present and cold. Osta stopped in the middle of her sentence and the color in her face disappeared. She immediately called over the warriors and paladins and one of them carried us over to a den where he told us to keep down and quiet. Arun peeked out to watch his father who was one of the warriors take position while others cleared out the villiage.

But it was too late.

Arun practically jumped back when an Trolls jumped over the den and attacked the villiage with more behind. They were soon coming from all sorts of directions, Fasha closed the curtain and pulled Arun and I into a hug, trembling and mumbling to herself. It took about an hour till the screams of our families ceased and only the laughter of the Trolls could be heard. They then began to scavenge our camps for goods. Arun began to cry and Fasha tried to cover his mouth, to no good because an Trolls pick up his whimper trudged over to us. The roof of our den was ripped off and the Trolls head peeked in and laughed when he saw us.

"Well look what we have here, Draenei brats! " He announced. Gaining the attention of some of the other Trolls. He then grabbed for us but we went deeper into the den. He just laughed cruelly and heaved the den over, not caring at all if we got hurt. Fasha was thrown out and fell to the ground landing on her ankles. She gave a cry at the impact then another Trolls grabbed her. I ran out to get her but was smacked to the ground by more Trolls. My head hit the ground and I could feel myself falling blacking out, and hearing Arun screaming my name.

"Asahina!"

Then it was all black.

Now we were in a small crapped wagon, The Trolls demanded that we all remain silent and still. It was cold other than the body heat we received from each other. My face was wet from the tears that were still coming, and all I could do was hold Fasha and Arun.

'What was going to happen to us now' was all we could ask in our minds as the wagon kept going on into the night.

~Well how was that for a start? Sorry it's so short. :'( Plz review if you like or feel free to critique but Please no flames.

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