Disclaimer: this story contains some sexual stuff in later chapters as well as some mushy romance, so do not read if you don't like that stuff. Also, this is largely a tribute to a friend of mine, so I have omitted some names, but if you know who this story is for, then good for you, but do not tell anyone else.
Ashenvale forest.
Starshield had not been in this place for a while, but he was not visiting for the sake of his nostalgia, he was there to gather supplies for his trip to the Eastern Kingdoms, and to settle his feud with the night elves in the area. He knew he had to do this quickly, because these elves were not very patient with him or any of the horde.
To a large extend, he was not very fond of these night elves, particularly because of their self-destructive past from 10,000 years ago, as well as their sneaky methods of fighting, such as invisible units and assassination, none of which had overcome him. In fact, there was one instance where he managed to hurl one of his attackers over-head before he got stabbed.
Yet despite these negative incidents and perceptions of the forest dwelling race, he had grown fond of them, one in particular, and she even became his closest friend, and then something more. Of all the friends he had been separated from, he seemed to miss this elf the most, because she did not judge by race or affiliation, but could be firm when she had to be. She was a good fighter as well, but she was reckless, this being evident from the circumstances of their first encounter.
While he was flying through these familiar trees, he kept thinking back to when he first met her, and when he first laid eyes on her tender face, when he had first heard her silky voice, and when he had first caressed her curvaceous body. He distrated himself from these thoughts by reminding himself of what he needed for his journey, but he could not get her out of his head.
He tried not to let his memories distract him from his present course, but he found himself unable to fly straight anymore, so he dropped himself off in the middle of the forest, and decided to clear his head by walking the rest of the way. He made it to Splintertree post, and purchased enough food for his journey and some medical supplies. But when he was storing his goods, he kept thinking about the elf, unable to make himself forget.
His stress became visible to the merchant he purchased his supplies from, but he was unaware of why he was so bothered.
"What is wrong, tauren?" he inquired.
"It's nothing, really," Starshield assured, but he knew he was lying, and so did the vendor, as he responded, "Don't bottle your feelings. If you do, they will haunt you until you can be honest with yourself."
Starshield let out a sigh and told him, "I understand, but I still can't tell you, this is personal."
"If that is what you feel is right, then go for it. I cannot make your choices for you."
After his brief conversation, he moved out again, pondering thw words of this merchant.
"Who does he think he is, anyway?", he boasted. "I know how to handle myself better than anyone, especially some storekeeper."
He decided to put this issue behind him until he was finished with his negotiations, and poltted his course for Astranaar.
With his thoughts gathered and his route planned, he pushed on into the forest, until he had come across and empty building, the same one where he first met her, and it all came rushing to him as frsh in his mind as the day it happened.