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AN: hello everyone, This is my first story I have ever written. I was inspired to do so after reading the fantastic story Diplomacy about Thrall and Jaina.

This is an attempt to put the story i see in my head down.

I'm new to this and my grammer down right sucks. I would love to recieve any Reviews, suggestions, questions, comments, and most importantly advice.

The story takes place shortly before the events at Wrathgate. I am a bit of a Lore freak with WOW. However for my story I am going to deviate slightly from the actual mold.

any questions you have I will be happy to receive. Thank you and enjoy : D

Relinquish

Prologue: Foresight

(n) Knowledge or insight gained by or as by looking forward

Future

What does it hold? What becomes of us, when the present becomes the past, and time itself moves? Which direction does it move; forward, backwards? Does anything really change? Does this change perpetuate a sense of new and fresh, or one of fear and decay? Only time will tell

Upon the rocks danced a light. Soft, and warm the sensation coursed through the land, the animals, and even the plants. A figure turned restlessly on a rock next to the flame of that evening's campfire, with the remains of a dinner long past devoured by his sleeping companions. Early mornings light far away, a voice can be heard through the wind, softly whispered as if the elements were happily nudging the sound to its receiver. Had there been any other noise, silence would have been demanded of it, so great was the respect this voice carried. Soon the wind reached the ledge where the figure slept; the wind closing around the form as a mother would cradle a babe. His restlessness halted as his presence was touched.

"… Young traveler… You are the one ……….. Bind... them …. Save the righteous one's who see as you do…. For you … are not…… alone."

Eyes Ripped open Joseph looked around at his surroundings

"A dream? No."

Something else, he felt a presence. One he hadn't the slightest clue about. Standing up Joseph looked over his two companions. The two wolves that had followed him soon after they had the ability to walk; Custom demanded that each member of the tribe have a single fellow. Of course he wasn't the only member to ever receive more than one but it had come as a shock to his tribesman when two pups had approached him compared to the one, or none that approached others. Many considered him blight upon the Strong hoof tribe; thankfully his mother and father had no issues raising a human. He smiled remembering the day vividly.

"I was sitting outside the circled gathering, almost outside the village." He thought with a grimace. "And they approached me when so many more …suitable... Tauren were around."

Grinning to himself about the thought of him with the likeness of a Tauren yet again, a sadness crept into his eyes.

"At least I have two friends who accept me." He said with a smile while looking over his companions. Philip and Manuel. It was strange how they had been named; strange names aside the odd sensation of just knowing their names still made him wonder. While he was pondering the past Philip awoke to him sitting alone and padded over to Joseph while his brother still slept.

"morning Philip" he said when the wolf nudged his hand with his muzzle. Admiring the grey sheen of Philip's coat with its white spot covering his eyes and snout, such a stark contrast to his brothers snowy white. Both of the wolves were massive, large enough for him to ride on in fact. They were his friends he had raised them, taught them, been taught a few things himself by them. They were his wolf brothers, this pack of three. The thought made him chuckle.

"If only we had some she- wolfs to share our pack with, eh Philip?" he asked jokingly. The wolf looked up at him with sad eyes, fully comprehending what he had said. Not understanding the words, but the feelings, and emotions behind them. Because Joseph wasn't just a human, he was a Shaman. Someone acutely aware of the spirits, and friend of the elements, being raised by Taurens, he had shone an affinity to the elements whom each had graciously accepted him before many of his 'peers'. His father later told him that the spirits hadn't accepted an individual so strongly since Thrall himself had been taken into their partnership. He and his companions shared a bond beyond simple master and animal, one of spirit to spirit.

"Well camp won't clean itself up" he said while watching the sunrise. He loved the sunrise it embodied happiness, and hope, a closing of the darkness that had been presiding. He also knew that the sun embodied Life, and creation. Sadly he also knew that the sun embodied that which he could never have, warmth and light that wrapped around him, almost as if two arms gripping a lover in embrace.

Manuel woke to Joseph's frown and gave a questioning "raghr?"

Immediately Joseph smiled and beckoned Manuel forward. Preparing breakfast and packing up, he asked them where they wanted to go. In his mind he received a sensation to travel north. Trusting his wolf-brothers instincts they set out north.

It was cold so he wrapped his cloak tightly around his body and simple robe that covered his 6'2 frame. Chiseled muscles covered him below the robe that had been gained from life with the tauren. Haggard, cold, dark greenish blue eyes with a hint of gold surrounding the iris stared out at the remains of the encampment. Eyes that seemed to talk down others before any words were spoken. Lightly tanned skin with dark blonde almost brown hair that hung loosely around his ears, and touched the middle of his neck; he also had a simple 'seemingly' well kept beard that covered his chin, cheeks and upper lip. He was presentable in human lands but if one approached too closely he would seem a vagabond to the posh and polish of their standards. Always being mistaken for a crazed mage from the wild.

"If only they knew…" he thought with a reluctant frown as his brothers and he set out in a path for the north.

"Alone … alone I am always alone" cried the small figure within the dark room with one window, and no doors. Outside the window was a small elf village in flames being scoured by bandits. Outside a little girl could be seen running away, as the inhabitants of the village were slaughtered, raped, and pillaged.

A lone elf woman remained alive after being ravaged again and again she whispered in her last breath "Run my little Valeera."

Suddenly being shaken awake, she grabbed her dagger sitting at her side and put it to the throat of whatever was shaking her with a snarl.

"Don't kill me!" Cried a scrawny looking man "We heard you screaming from the common room and the innkeeper told me to come wake you and see what was wrong!!"

Grimacing Valeera released him then pulled the covers back over her body as the man's eyes wandered after catching his breath. She uttered a snarl/ command and said "Leave."

The man looked at the knife again and smiled while he walked out of the room. Sighing, Valeera closed her eyes trying to expel the nightmare she had just had. The same one she kept having.

"ARGH, STUPID DREAMS!!!" she yelled, as she threw the dagger into the bull's-eye on the wall she had set up last night to practice. Sighing again, she pulled her long blond hair together and into a pony tail looking into the mirror.

"I didn't get a wink of sleep" she exclaimed as she examined the rings below her large slightly slitted glowing green eyes, the rim of which expelled a glow of energy.

"Green." She said with disgust remembering the energies her people craved and what it meant to be a "Blood elf"

Like most of her kind she had long pointy ears, unlike most of her kind hers reacted in exaggerated ways according to her moods. They were slightly drooping at the moment. Her tan skin seemed too pale, like she was a walking corpse. Her lithe body covered in grim from her restless sleep. "At least I look fit" she said with an annoyed frown; and she was fit strong and firm, Curvy with a little extra "material" than most of her kind had; which had caught more looks than she had liked among these humans.

"They are pigs so short lived and weak, instinctually living." She hated them more when they tried to feign being civil. "Ha they wouldn't know sophistication if it kicked them in the face."

Then with a sigh "Well not all of them are that way." She smiled and remembered her two friends; well one friend, Broll was more of a father to her now. She loved him, but for his guidance and patience with her. His willingness to help her had been such a surprise one she would forever cherish. And there was Lo'gosh the human she respected. His real name was king Varian Wyrnn, Lord of Stormwind. And she hadn't seen either in quite some time. It saddened her to think it, because she hadn't been among friends in a long time. She was only able to travel in the human lands because of her friendship with Varian, but in reality she didn't belong to anyone.

"seems I don't fit in with smelly greenies, so even my own people hate me… and I'm no alliance member, even if I am an 'honored associate' of the king." with a tight smile/ frown she left her room with her gear and set out to do what she was here for "Inner peace" she said with an imitation of Broll.

The frown on her face growing more pronounced, she knew his intentions were good, and she did need help of a different kind. After all their adventures she still craved the magic that had corrupted her people. Broll had steered her to safety many times after she stubbornly opposed him again and again. She was still too young even among Elves and she feared that without the Sunwell or these energies her people used she would be doomed to live a mortal life even if it was long, still mortal.

"Ha, elves using energy, seems to be the other way around." That's why she feared what she craved so much.

She walked into the merchant area of this town. Not wearing her normal bright red outfit it would have drawn to many eyes besides she didn't need to be So exposing. And that armor just wasn't built for this land it was cold here, very cold. She opted for a simple dress albeit a nice one but simple enough and even elf made so it fit her form perfectly. That seemed to make her uncomfortable

"I am a warrior not some barmaid to be stared at by anyone." Even with all her complaining she was proud of the way she looked. She was considered pretty by her own people's standards. Of course to humans she would be a level up.

"Pretty, mmgh, those fools would call me too full, too curvy, too human. I wouldn't be their perfect little boney form ughh!" A human woman that was walking by her jumped after hearing the end of Valeera's rant and when Valeera turned her dark glare towards the woman it was a miracle the woman didn't turn around and run in fear. Sighing again, Valeera went and gathered some food, and tinder from the merchants around, each having fear in their eyes at serving a Bloodelf, Until she spoke Common and that seemed to settle their fears. But she knew they considered her the enemy, however people, especially humans couldn't turn down gold. Gathering all she needed she turned to walk out of the town. Unconsciously flaunting herself a little more than necessary, she worked her way towards the edge of the town saying a small Elvin prayer. After the prayer she added a little extra part for herself

"Don't let me become some demon ridden weakling like my brethren, and the Orcs before us" not really knowing who she had asked this of. She finally came too and realized that she was almost prancing in her walk. A little too suggestively and obviously, luck would have it that she wore a heavy fur to stay warm. So people wouldn't see much if they witnessed her walking this way.

"Still, I'm being ridiculous." The fur coat had been a gift from Broll who had asked her to honor the animal that'd been sacrificed to make this.

"His way of the world is so different from mine. If I could even sense this peace he speaks of I might find what I'm looking for." And then surprise hit her as she realized she wasn't gathering as many stares that she usual got when she carried herself this way. Blushing she rushed for the forest edge, wondering

"What could be more interesting than an elf to these simpletons?"

She witnessed another human come out of the woods in her rush she noticed some massive dogs with this mage thinking it odd she continued onward. After leaving she felt eyes on her back afraid to turn around she picked up the pace. Knowing full well that the eyes following her weren't the normal kind, these held some great untapped power. As if a needle had been sent into her back and was extracting something, a probe. It sent a shiver down her spine. And as suddenly as the feeling had appeared, it was gone. Valeera continued onward, driven by purpose and fear. Afraid of that gaze, one she just couldn't explain…