Power and strength are two totally different things. The Scourge may be powerful, yes, but the defenders of Azeroth have a motive to fight. We want to save our world, not just for ourselves, but for future generations. We fought against the burning legion, twice, surly we can handle the Scourge? But if we do fail, then I tremble at the thought of what could become of our beloved Azeroth... -Majiave Whisperwind


Darnassus, her home. Trees in full bloom everywhere, sounds of laughter, but even with all of that Majiave still felt completely alone. She could feel as if her heart was shattered and that everything could vanish in a whisk of smoke in a heartbeat.

Just like her...

Majiave could still remember her sister, if only a little bit. Every single image she used to have of Lindrith was replaced by that monster with light lavender hair. They where nothing alike and she still couldn't believe her loving, non-murderous sister could turn into what she is now.

She sighed, laying her head down on the stone balcony overlooking the Moonwell in the temple of Elune. Her mother was nowhere to be found.

Probably practicing with the apprentices, teaching them of the light of our dear moon goddess. The night elf thought. She lifted back up her silver head and started to turn away from the balcony. Her bow laid there, against one of the tall, stone pillars along with her quiver. Sighing once again, she walked over and picked them up, strapping the quiver heavy with arrows and her bow against the back of her golden and azure chain mail armor.

"Leaving already?" A voice sounded next to her. Majiave turned her head, expecting to see Tyrande but instead she saw Mariaragosa.

"Mariara!" Majiave shrieked, jumping back slightly. The blue dragon only giggled and Majiave felt enraged. "It's not funny!"

"Yes, it kinda was." Mariaragosa said in-between laughs. She then shook her blue-black hair pulled into a tight braid behind her staff and cleared her slender throat. "Right...down to business. Varian wants to see you. Immediately."

"Can't he wait?" The night elf groaned. Mariara frowned. "I thought you wanted to see the Scourge finally be defeated?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to the side.

"Fine. But why does he need to see me?" Majiave growled, "I don't really know a lot about the Scourge and Arthas."

"Perhaps, but you have had many encounters with the Scourge. Especially Lindrith and Arthas." Saristrasza retorted, poking her flame-colored head inside the temple.

That made Majiave freeze. Lindrith...

Before she had been brutally murdered by that bastard Thassarian and raised into undeath by Arthas, she had dark Ivy-green hair and light blue skin. She was mostly favored by their father for her druidic nature, but she also dabbled in the arts of frost magic before it had been declared off-limits. Majiave always thought it was because of her frosty personality Arthas and his servants hunted Lindrith down, leading to her demise.

Now she was a monster. She enjoyed torturing people and killing them in the most brutal of fashions. She wasn't really that evil until Arthas encouraged her on, forming her into a truly powerful weapon. The last time Majiave had actually seen her sister not trying to kill her was during a dream, but it had happened during the fight against the forces of the Illidari.


"What the hell do you want." Majiave growled as she caught a glimpse of her sister's now light purple hair among the throng of trees. Lindrith only smiled at her sister wickedly, her runeblade was gone, but a single dagger lined her belt.

"What? Am I no longer allowed to see my dearest sister?" She sneered. Majiave scowled and folded her arms across her chest, turning away. "I've come to give you a gift, a tool for your favorite game. Revenge." Majiave stared at her sister who had the dagger in her right hand, thumbing the sharp tip, which had dried, dark lavender streaks.

"What is that-"

"That, would be Illidan's blood from when he came to Icecrown." Lindrith interrupted. "I would've preferred slaying him, but my lord wanted the cold of Icecrown to do it for us. Obviously it failed." She walked slowly toward Majiave, eyes narrowed. "But you, you wouldn't let anything kill him for you, not even your darling Hanaak..."

Lindrith's words were tempting, Majiave realized. She hated Illidan, she wanted him dead. When she found out that it was Illidan who sent Arthas, Thassarian and Koltira after Majiave and her sister, it only added more fuel to the fires of her hatred.

Majiave's lips curled and she turned to face her sister. "How do I know this isn't a trick?" Lindrith smiled and twirled the dagger.

"You don't. But don't you want revenge? Wouldn't you do anything to get it?" Majiave narrowed her silver eyes, delicate nostrils flaring.

"Of course I would. But I know my limits, unlike you." Lindrith chuckled darkly.

"You strike below the belt. But i'm still willing to help you obtain your revenge..."


"Majiave, are you okay?" Saris asked as she drew closer to the night elven huntress who seemed to be frozen.

"What? Oh, yeah I'm fine." Majiave quickly scampered as she shook away the memory and looked up at the red dragon.

Mariara cleared her throat. "Varian is waiting..."

"Oh!" Majiave gasped. She remembered that Varian was waiting for her, and was mostly likely getting very, very impatient. "Mariara, could you possibly teleport us?"

"Could you possibly stop talking to me like I'm some stupid mortal?" The blue dragon snapped as she weaved a spell in her hands. She lifted them up and a beautiful, blinding azure light surrounded the three elves and Darnassus vanished from view as Majiave's world went white.