A/N: This is the very first World of Warcraft fanfic that I have ever written. As I don't have a beta it will not be perfect. So, that being said that if you are going to criticize please make it done professionally. Otherwise, it will be used for my fireplace on the level of "I Don't Give A Damn".

Dis Claim Her: Sadly, I do not own World of Warcraft. Oh! I also don't own Veri, he is owned by a friend… I DO on the other hand own Arandria… well, kind of. I own her personality, her face and everything else… Blizz own's that too.

"Are you sure this will work?" A woman says looking at the man beside her. Her white/grey hair glistening in the moonlight while she looks over the book in front of her.

The man standing next to her looks at the woman that he has known for a little over 10,000 years. His face covered by the mask that he has always wore since the Sundering.

"This is will work Ara. We aren't the type to only go half-cocked into something." Looking to his side he sees a usually confident monk looking like a lost girl… The same lost girl that he first met.

'She hasn't looked like this since that day… The day our whole race broke into pieces that the world did.'
Shaking his head to let go of the chance to brood in memory lane.

"This tower still fucking freaks me out lethallin."

"That's only because of the residual magic that surrounds this place."

Shaking her head, the woman, Ara, looks down at the spirits wondering lost in a village that was once a beautiful lush green and brown. Looking at the spirits in Deadwind Pass always freaked her out. Knowing how close the Legion came to throwing destruction all over the world… How close they still are to finishing what they started at the Well of Eternity.

"…Ara! Arandria!" yelled the man, "Are you listening to me… You aren't listening to me are you…"

Jerking out of her thoughts Arandria looks over at the man snapping his fingers in her face…

"Sorry, just…." She pauses, not wanting her friend to know that she was going down memory lane for the hundredth time. "Just got lost in thought is all. I'm still not sure that we have the power to do this lethallin"

The man's eyes widen a fraction; surprised that she has actually admitted something is bothering her. This is the woman that could be…

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks

"Why wouldn't I be?" She throws back at him

"Oh, I don't know," he starts sarcastically, "I mean you are the same woman that had a Wrathguard's blade go through your lung and still said that you were fine."

"Oh, fuck off asshole." Cheeks reddening, she turned away from the man.

Laughing he came up with another line, "You have got to be the only monk on this planet that heals people for a living, and curses worse than the sailors and pirates in Booty Bay."

"You Veri are a complete prick!" she yelled stomping over to the campfire and plopping down.

Laughing the rogue sat next to her, "I might be a complete prick, but admit it Ara," he started, "You wouldn't have me any other way. Just like I wouldn't change the fact that you are one of the strongest monks in the entire world, have a mouth worse than a sailor, and you decide to focus more on healing, then you do fighting."

"Ditto asshole." She said smiling.

Her facial expression changed real fast though when she thinks about what they are trying to accomplish.

"I still don't know about traipsing into Karazhan Veri," She whispered, her eyes, so full of wisdom, yet tired and worrying at the same time. "No one has ever really found out the full extent of the magics that were let loose when Medivh died."

Looking over at her Veri asked in curiosity, "Khadgar wasn't very forth coming was he."

Even though she knew it was more a statement than a question she answers anyway, "No, he wasn't and to tell you the truth. I don't blame him Veri. This is his master we are talking about. If I had someone teaching me my chosen path and had some fucking reject titan corrupted him…well... I wouldn't want to talk about him either."

"Ara, you have studied this wasteland and that tower for years. If anyone can "traipse" through Karazhan then it would be us."

"Tyrande wasn't very happy when I told her just the general idea of what we are planning." Ara says, shaking her head. The damned priestess just thought because she was as old as she is that she knows everything.

'The little brat forgets that I have about two-thousand years on her ass.' Ara thought with a sneer on her face.

"Tyrande isn't happy about a lot of things you do Ara." Veri replied with a grimace.

The whole mutual dislike between the two women was like a war. Two of the strongest in the Kaldorai race, and they decide to fight because they both think that they are the right one.

"Have you ever thought of letting go of this thing you have going with Tyrande?" Veri questioned.

"Oh, I don't know Veri. Have you ever thought of letting go that quarrel you had fucking nine thousand years ago, with Illidan and Malfurion?" Arandria asked with sass.

"Next conversation Ara. We don't want to get into that age-old conversation of who we can or can't stand." Veri said not looking at Ara.

"Oh, and here I was thinking that it would be a fucking fantastic way to end a freaking already creepy evening." Ara said with mirth in her eyes.

Narrowing his eyes, Veri tried hard to not laugh at his friend. It would never do for anyone to get pulled into Ara's sphere of hyperness when she was freaked out. You get pulled in, forget the original thought, then next thing you know you're both trying to prank the King of Stormwind and your best friend is asking him when the last time was he got laid. No, he did NOT want to get caught in the sphere of hyperness at all.

"I know what you're doing Ara," he said trying to hide his humor at the situation. "I won't fall for it. Last time I did we almost wound up in the Stockaids in Stormwind."

Rolling her eyes Ara shook her head, "Oh, stop being such a pansy. And the brat king didn't follow through with the threat so I don't know what you are whining about."

"No, Ara. Just no."
"Oh fine," she said pouting. "You are such a spoilsport Veri."

Finally letting go of the chuckle that he couldn't hold in any longer Veri replied.

"Well one of us has to be. If we BOTH acted like you we would have never made it this far."

"There is nothing wrong with being me jerk." Ara responded in the same tone. Shaking her head, but knowing that this wouldn't be able to carry on forever she stood up.

"I think it's time we both get some shut eye, Veri." Looking over at the tower he voice turned solemn. "We have no idea what we will face in there tomorrow. If I'm going to keep us alive then I am going to need the rest."

Standing up as well and going to his tent he nodded, "I'll grab some sleep too. After all, someone has to watch your back to make sure you don't overdue it."

Laughing, because she knew that to be true she told Veri goodnight and both were asleep not five minutes later.