AN: Wow, I haven't written in so long, so don't be too harsh. And I'm rusty on Warcraft lore, so don't bash me too bad if I get some things off. This is an interracial story, ya I know another one, but they're so dam juicy! So I hope you enjoy :D

After a day of questing for the goblins of Ratchet, Leonith was feeling pretty beat. It was a cool Saturday evening and the sun was just finishing sinking beyond the horizon. He had killed pirates, stalked various beasts of the bare lands known as the Barrens. They young Blood Elf was far from home so he wasn't sure what to do after his hard day. He wandered around the small neutral town but all the shops were closing down for the night. He thought of going to the inn and just sleeping off his weariness when he saw a couple of Horde heading into the tavern. Maybe a cold drink would relax him. On his way, he stopped at the mailbox to write a quick letter to his friend, Lunali, who was back home in Silvermoon City. They grew up like brother and sister, venturing around Eversong Woods and the Ghostlands together. When Leonith reached a young adult age, he began getting restless. He was a very curious and passionate Blood Elf and the old Blood Elf routine was getting a little tiring. He told Lunali that he felt like he had to go somewhere, something was calling him. He knew he had to leave Silvermoon to find his calling, but Lunali had to stay. His friend left him with the words that still echoed in his ears, "I hope you find what you're looking for." So Leonith left on his grand search, not knowing at all what he was searching for. Himself maybe or maybe an opportunity in life. Whatever it was his curiosity would never rest. After traveling for so long and finding no answers, he was feeling very depressed and unsuccessful.

He pulled out a rolled up parchment and wrote with a sharpened piece of coal:

Dear Lunali

My journey has lead me no where. Even though

I have seen many sights, I still feel empty. I

will be returning home tomorrow. Hope all is well.

Leonith

He sighed and slipped the letter in the box. He figured the mailboxes were enchanted somewhat. Letters had almost instantaneous delivery. Some things in Azeroth were just beyond his curiosity and understanding. He turned to head toward the tavern. He stepped in and saw that it was extremely busy. Mostly Horde were gathered here, but a small clique of Alliance were at tables together. They didn't really pay any mind to each other. Some even muttered an "excuse me" if one happened to bump into the other. Everyone was drinking and socializing, of course not between factions. Leonith scanned the tavern. They seemed to have a stage set up on one side, waiting for some kind of performance.

'What kind of outworldish act will the goblins try?' Leonith thought, 'An explosive magic show or maybe a shrill goblin opera singer.' He shivered at the thought and thought about a quick drink and leaving before the strange performance could take place.

Opposite the stage at the other end of the tavern was the bar. He spotted an open stool and quickly dashed to grab it. Some bulky tauren had their eye on it as well and grumbled angrily when Leonith reached it first. He ordered himself a glass of wine and sipped at it gingerly. He glanced at the two figures seated next to him. One was a Forsaken attired in cloth and a hood which hid his face. Probably a warlock or mage. The other was a female Orc, a tad drunk and crying, moaning someone's name, possibly a lone Orc that broke her heart. He soon heard a voice that echoed loudly over the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said the squeaky voice of a female goblin. "Before we kick it off tonight, let's get a round of applause for our engineering team who set up the stage equipment and made most of our instruments!" A few people clapped. "Now let me introduce, for your viewing pleasure, ZEE'AH!"

The crowd suddenly roared with cheering and everyone rushed towards the stage. "Hey guys," said a soft, sultry voice over the microphone, "let's hear it for Marcus, the dead guy on the drums. Marisa, the gnome on the horns. Steelhorn, the tauren on bass and Jerod on the guitar." The crowd applauded more as the voice purred, "Let's get this party started."

Bouncy music started up and the crowd danced and cheered. Leonith couldn't believe how excited the crowd got. His curiosity got the best of him and he surrendered his seat to head towards the stage. He pushed his way through the thick crowd and eventually got a decent view of the stage. He saw the pink haired gnome playing the strange horn instrument that only an engineer could conjure up. He saw the Forsaken banging almost angrily on the drums. The crowd grew tighter and tighter around him and made him feel uncomfortable. He was about to get out of there when he saw a tall, slender figure walk up on stage. She began to sing with a beautiful, fluid voice. A song about a love lasting the distances of Azeroth. Along with her melodic singing came sexy, rhythmic dancing. She twirled and crouched to the floor. The crowd was hypnotized by her. Her silvery, white hair bounced with each step, her hips swayed to the beat and her glowing white eyes capturing the audience. Then, her glowing white eyes were on Leonith and their gaze locked for a moment. Then he too was hypnotized. She smiled at him as she sung about the lovers being reunited. She was a beautiful Night Elf with tinted blue skin. She wore tight black leather pants with a silver dress shirt to accent her hair, which flowed down to the bottom of her back. She had dark purple markings around her eyes and full, pouty lips. Leonith had not seen many Night Elves, but he was sure this one was different from what he'd heard about the stuck up, arrogant race.

A cheering Orc suddenly jumped in front of him. "Whooo! Zee'ah you're great!" Leonith quickly pushed past him but Zee'ah's eyes were already occupied by her cheering fans. Leonith stood there watching the rest of her performance, hoping to catch her eye again. Zee'ah sung a few more songs. Songs about love, adventures and humorous circumstances. Leonith was mesmerized. He almost didn't realize when she said "Thank you." to the crowd and went off stage. People started leaving the tavern and Leonith spotted the stage manager. He approached her and asked if he could meet Zee'ah.

"No one goes to see Zee'ah."

"Why is that?" he questioned.

The goblinette shrugged, "She doesn't stay that long. She finishes, gathers her pay and leaves. Sometimes she stays in the inn, but no one ever knows when or what room. Innkeeper gets paid to keep his mouth shut."

"Do you know anything else about her?"

"Man if you're lookin' for an autograph, she'll be back again tomorrow and the night after, but I don't know anything about the elf."

Leonith left the tavern disappointed. Why was he getting all occupied over a Night Elf? It wasn't that she was beautiful or a good singer, it was something else, but her being beautiful and a singer made it more intriguing. His curiosity was itching at him again. He had to know more about her. It wasn't proper to see a Blood Elf attempting to meet a Night Elf, but this was different. After all, she was a performer for both Horde and Alliance, so it was obvious she didn't hate the Horde. This could make this easier for him to contact her.

Leonith walked over to the mail box and began writing Lunali another letter.

Lunali,

I've changed my mind. I'm not going home tomorrow.

I want you to come here to Ratchet. I know how good

you are at judging a person, one of your skills as

a rogue. There's someone here I'd like you to see.

If you get a portal to Orgrimmar it's faster. Be here

before tomorrow night.

Leonith

He sent the letter and the paid for a room in the inn. He tossed and turned all night thinking to himself, 'Why did this Night Elf stir him so much to summon Lunali?' He thought for a long time of an answer, but it never came.