Spacetime is funny. It takes enormous effort and precision to move any significant distance through, but it is the simplest thing in the world to alter the path of something already moving. So, when a summoning was cast into the great dark beyond, even the pitifully weak accidental magic of a miserable child was enough to change its course. And with nary a sound or warning Harry Potter disappeared from the ruins of his home in Godric's Hollow.
Kay'Vathras was frustrated. Her summoning was meant to call forth a being that could be studied to further her understanding of magic beyond her home world. This child, even if it only looked vaguely like her people in body structure it couldn't be more than a child, was not what she had expected. It possessed a power like that of her people, but it was strangely infused into in its body, a product of its immaturity or perhaps just an adaptation of its species. Regardless she collected the unconscious child and resolved to study him as he grew, after all time meant nothing to an immortal Highborne.
It was only a few days later that she determined that the creature was even sentient, that its unpracticed mutterings were a language she had never heard. It didn't matter much, but perhaps she could make it into a nice pet when she had finished learning everything about its magic. She had presumed it was male based on its physiology but that was just a guess from the general similarities between species. Assigning one of her female attendants to bathe and feed her newest project, as it seemed based on the increasing volume of its cries that it was hungry, and it surely smelled awful, she turned her attention back to her summoning circle, what had gone wrong?
He was a curiosity. Once word got out that a new type of being was summoned to Kalimdor, Kay'Vathras showed her newest pet off at every occasion. It helped that over the years he had been taught to speak a civilized tongue and had been properly educated on how to treat his betters. The rate of his development was quite astonishing really, he grew from scarcely the height of her knee to level with her navel in just a few short years. A similar development took Kaldorei twenty years if not more.
There were no real developments with his magical potential, but assuming that his people developed even remotely similarly to hers there wouldn't be any until he reached puberty and his body was changed to be able to channel it. She had her servants take care of him and see to his education, if only to see where the limits of his ability were, and made sure of his devotion to both her and Queen Azshara.
Things continued along this path until one of the priestesses of the moon goddess Elune attended a party to get a look at her pet, curious about him and his strange magic.
Keeping his head down as he was taught, pets were not allowed to look at their betters directly after all, Ahr'ri was lead by the taciturn and authoritarian Mila to be presented. This was nothing new, ever since he could remember he was being shown off at parties and studied because of his interesting magical potential. He had been specially instructed to comport himself properly in the presence of the priestess, and he knew that punishments for missteps would be harsh. Mila, his least favorite caretaker, was assigned to him tonight to reinforce that fact.
"Be sure to only speak when specifically addressed and to obey every whim of our guest. I'm quite sure you don't need a reminder of what awaits you should you embarrass the mistress." She spoke sternly, accentuating her point with a sharp rap on his head.
Ahr'ri only nodded, knowing that anything else would only draw out the lecture. He had been the target of may such in his upbringing and it was always simplest to agree and assume a meeker posture to indicate submission. It was all he remembered really, growing up in the house of Kay'Vathras, the harsh lessons and difficult assignments that inevitably brought even more difficult when they were completed satisfactorily. He had it beat into him early on that he was different and not to be expected to be treated the same as Kaldorei.
The doors opened with barely a whisper and he prepared himself for more invasive physical and magical observations.
Tyrande Whisperwind was exasperated and anxious all at once. She had began her training as a priestess of Elune a scant fifty years ago and was noticed quickly as devoted and skilled. She rose through the ranks, by the willingness of her peers to help her more often than not, and was now on the final step of training, her last trial before she was initiated as a fully fledged member of the Sisterhood. The trial was threefold, to hear the will of the goddess, understand that which was being entrusted to her alone, and carry out the will of Elune. The final part of the trial would stretch the remainder of her life, her unique mission for her mistress.
The first step was very straightforward, she opened herself up to the goddess as she had many times before, and her senses were filled as they never had been.
She saw herself on a hill with two other beings, looking out over the burned husk of a great forest. She could only call them beings for they were alien to her, although both obviously intelligent and bipedal. The first was large, perhaps a whole foot taller than her already impressive stature and heavily musclebound. He?, she immediately assumed him as male, had large lower teeth that rose past his lower lip and tightly braided black hair that contrasted sharply with his green skin. She curiously got the sensation that he was both warrior and scholar, wielding both faith and steel. The second figure held her attention much more, because she had a frame of reference for this being. Obviously female with silken robes and hair the color of honey, she gave off the impression of compassion and sharp wit.
They had just accomplished something great, but lost something in turn. She could feel the bittersweet emotions that swept through her future self and was then greeted with the sight of a tree that dwarfed the others around it by a hundred times, but it was a charred wreck with the blackened corpse of something monstrous clinging to it.
Just as abruptly as it began, the vision ended and she almost passed out with the return of her senses. There was much to understand and learn about what she had seen but there was one thing that she was sure she recognized, the female that was on the hill with her closely resembled the being that was the latest amusement of the Highborne.
After a long session of meditation and research she decided that she needed to meet this new being, to perhaps get some understanding of what she saw. The hardest part of the whole trial was that she was not allowed to get counseling from any of her superiors about the content of her visions, to better prepare her to act independently on the will of the goddess in the future, so she was effectively flying solo.
Making contact with the being was simple, the one whom had acquired him was a notorious social climber, that would and had do anything to raise her own standing in the eyes of the court and most importantly, the Queen. Such interest in her acquisition by the priestesses would only serve to raise the perceived value of this person, and Kay'Vathras as their host.
She was currently waiting in an ostentatiously appointed sitting room while waiting, and was suddenly anxious about what she had seen. Was this new person the key to her visions?
The doors whispered open and she turned to see a stiff looking Kaldorei woman ushering in who she had learned was called Ahr'ri.