Ok, I have rewritten the whole story. It'll still follow the same basic path that it was on, but with a few differences. (The plot wasn't going anywhere so...) I'll be resubmitting the chapters one by one as I finish editing them. I'm sorry if you don't like the way it is now, I'm just trying to improve it.

Signs of her prey was getting harder to find as the day dragged on. The huntress got down and scanned the ground for any trace of the animal she'd been tracking. She cursed and stood, looking around her, hoping she would catch a hint. She looked up through the trees.

Just past midday... There's still time.

It was late afternoon, a figure was trudging through a forest looking very annoyed.

Dammit, I'm always getting lost... Which is why I bought that fucking map in the first place. Wish I still had it. It would make my life so much easier. Stupid thieving gnome.

The young Blood Elf kicked a stump, trying to find a small release of his irate mood. Instead he found something else to brood about... A stubbed toe.

He had been in the Outlands for over two weeks. Things weren't going so well. During his first night he was robbed. A gnome had stolen half of his food rations and his map, for which he had paid a pretty penny. Luckily it hadn't gotten hold of his gold. He had been able to restock on food but he was still map-less. He had followed the directions he received in Thrallmar as best he could and had passed out of the Hellfire Peninsula three nights ago. He now found himself in the forest of Terokkar. And once again he was lost.

He suddenly came to a halt. Screw it! It's getting dark, I'm tired, my foot hurts...

Dropping his pack he quickly gathered some wood and started a fire. He then went about casting a protective ward around his campsite. He plopped down next to the fire and stretched.

Got it!

The huntress almost cried out at her victory, but she held her tongue. The animal she'd been tracking for almost two days stood a few paces ahead of her. It appeared to be grooming itself.

Quietly she snuck closer, using the surrounding flora to hide. The creature looked up at the spot she had been just moments ago. It glared at the bush for a few moments before continuing its bath. She stifled a giggle at its display of personal hygiene. She moved around it until she was facing its back. Slowly she got down, her muscles tensing. Then she jumped.

The animal easily evaded her, moving slightly to the left. She hit the ground and groaned. The white Nightsaber turned its gaze towards her and waited. She lifted her head and looked at it. It stared back, tilting its head slightly, almost as if it was waiting for acknowledgement. She groaned again before saying, 'You win... Again...' The Nightsaber gave a pleased growl before moving forwards and licking her cheek. She giggled and rolled onto her back, pulling the big cat towards her. They rolled around, wrestling playfully. The Huntress laughed out loud as they rolled into a bush. The cat, however, didn't look very pleased. Its recently bathed pelt was now riddled with dried leaves, flowers and pollen. She laughed again at annoyed look on its furry face.

The Nightsaber suddenly tensed, its eyes darting, ears prickling. Its master noticed this and stood. 'What's wrong Luna? Is something close?'

The Nightsaber growled in response. Quick as a flash the huntress had her bow drawn and ready. She scanned the area but saw nothing. Slowly she started to lower her weapon. Just as she dropped her aim completely, they attacked. They were on her so quickly she barely had time to react. Her bow was useless in such close combat so she drew her dagger. 'Naaru protect me.' She whispered.

There were about five of them. Orcs. Big, green and nasty. They came at her together, weapons drawn. She dodged the first of their attacks, rolling to the side. Jumping up she parried another. The fight went on like this for a few moments until one of the orcs started to scream. His companions turned to see what was wrong, giving the huntress the gap she needed. While Luna distracted the orcs, she jumped forward and plunged the dagger into the closest fiend's neck. It made a gurgling sound before collapsing. The orc that was being ravaged by Luna grabbed the cat by the neck and threw her against a tree. She didn't get up. The huntress screamed. She was so distracted that she didn't notice the orc behind her. There was a thud and then everything went black.

A noise woke him. He sat up quickly, spells already flying through his mind, just in case. He scanned the area. Nothing. He was alone. A wave of magic confirmed this. Sighing he lay back down. He could vaguely see through the tree tops. Endless darkness.

His eyes were beginning to close when he heard the sound again. He stood and looked around again, trying to focus on every sound he heard. His long ears suddenly prickled a bit. He turned to see a pale shape approach. He stepped backwards a bit, trying to keep the distance between him and it. Slowly it stepped into the light cast by the fire.

It was a cat. A very big, wild looking cat. The mage prepared to defend against attack. But the big cat didn't lunge. Instead it walked closer, slowly, not seeming to be a threat. It came to a halt right in front of him and sat down. It looked at him with large green eyes. It gazed at him, unblinking.

The elf stood there staring. This is weird...

The big cat reached out to him with its paw. He flinched but held his ground. It touched him softly. He reached out to touch it back, acting instinctively. He gently placed his hand on its head. Suddenly a voice whispered in his mind.

Help.

He pulled his hand away quickly. He stared at the animal, in fear and in awe. 'Did you just... speak?' The cat blinked as if to answer. He slowly placed his hand back on its head. The voice spoke again.

Follow... Help.

It moved its head to his left and stared into the distance. 'You want me to follow you? To help someone?' He waited. To his surprise the cat nodded.

The elf closed his eyes and sighed. 'He looked back down at the beast. 'Well, I'm awake so I might as well.' The cat growled in acknowledgement and stood. The elf turned and with the snap of his fingers the fire was out. He picked up his pack. The cat started to walk in the direction it had been staring. He followed close behind. They walked for a while before slightly changing direction. He heard faint noises in the distance. As they walked farther he realised that the noises were screams. The cat picked up speed. The elf had to jog to keep up. The screams grew louder. A light flickered up ahead.

They were touching her. Their big hands roamed over the curves of her body, not gently but rough and desperate. One of the hands gripped her shirt and ripped it open; another grabbed her pants and pulled it down. She tried to fight back but they were too strong. She struggled as a hand probed her. A particularly big orc was having his way with her. She noticed his face was covered in fresh scratches.

A sudden surge of rage allowed her to break free for a moment. She lashed out at the orc that was violating her. Effortlessly he grabbed her arm and twisted. She shrieked as her arm was pulled out of its socket. She kept on screaming until her throat burned. Naaru...protect me...

Up ahead a fire was crackling. A few makeshift tents stood around it.

Orcs... I've always hated orcs. Why did we have to ally ourselves with them...?

Slowly the elf snuck closer, the cat close by. He ducked behind trees as he moved. At the far side of the camp the orcs were surrounding something, some of the orcs whistled, others laughed. There was a scream from within the throng of orcs, more of them laughed and hooted.

Realization dawned. I have to stop them. He looked at the cat who was staring at him. It had an almost pleading look on its face.

The mage nodded and dropped his pack. Quietly he moved towards the fire, whispering words of enchantment. Suddenly most of the fire went out, only a small flame remained. Noticing the sudden lack of light the orcs stopped and turned, a few stepped towards the fire.

There was a blinding flash as the fire instantly grew and lashed out at the orcs. Those who were close enough went up in flames. Screams filled the air.

A few of the remaining orcs were paralized, not knowing how to react. The rest grabbed weapons and shields and charged at the living fire. Just as they reached it, the fire went out, plunging the camp into darkness. Light flared again as two of the nearby tents went up in flames. The remaining orcs roared with surprise. As they approached, the fire from both tents lashed out. Angry shouts and pained screams rang out once again. They were too busy to notice the shadows moving through the camp.

The hands that held her were smaller, gentler then the hands that had been abusing her. Something soft and cold touched her hand. She looked up to see a familiar, furry face. The flashes of light made her close her eyes. She was so tired she almost fell asleep on the spot, but she forced herself to stay awake. She had to make sure she was safe.

It was quite difficult moving through a forest, late at night, carrying a pack and supporting a groggy woman. Luckily the cat was there to guide their way. The noises of battle and screaming grew ever more distant as they dragged on. When the cat suddenly stopped and turned to look at him, he propped her against a tree and went about casting wards again. As he was finishing up he heard her groan.

'Wha-... Where am I?' she managed weakly.

It was still dark so the elf couldn't see what she looked like, but her voice was beautiful, a bit raspy though but that was understandable.

'Don't worry, you're safe.'

'But the orcs, they-'

'They are a bit busy for now,' He interrupted, 'I took care of that.'

'Thank you... whoever you are.' She before fading into blackness.

'Well, I couldn't just leav-' he stopped when he heard a thud. 'Hey? You ok?' No response. He snapped his fingers, creating a small ball of blue flame that hovered next to him. He looked towards the woman. Shit!

He grabbed his pack and hurriedly dug through it until he found a small red vial. He got down next to her and uncorked it. The cat moved forward, looking concerned. He quickly poured the contents of the bottle down her throat. She swallowed faintly and then sighed. Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him. Panic suddenly filled her face. She tried to get away from him but her body was too weak.

'You're a- a Blood elf.' She managed before fainting again.

'Well, yes...' he said as he leaned forward . But what are you?

He had never seen anything like her before.

She is way too beautiful to belong to any of the factions within the horde. She has to be Alliance, which would explain her shock at discovering what I am.

Light was slowly starting to creep back into the forest. He could now take a proper look at her. He had extinguished his magical flame shortly after she had fainted, fearing that he might attract the orcs, who were probably looking for their stolen prize. He looked around the small campsite. The cat had left in the early hours, probably to find some food. He turned his attention back to her again

Long, thick auburn hair, bluish skin. Night Elf maybe? ...Tail? Definitely not Night Elf. What the- Hooves? Is she a Draenei? But, where are her horns? ...I've never seen a female Draenei before. I didn't know they were this beautiful...

He was entranced. No woman has ever set his heart beating as this strange creature was doing. As he watched her he noticed that her shoulder was slightly swollen. She had a few scratches and bruises as well. He moved closer and bent forward sending a trickle of magic into her body. There was a small pop as her shoulder moved back into place, the cuts knitted together and the bruises faded. Her eyes flew open, she looked around, saw the elf and started to scream. He lunged forward and pressed his hand over her mouth.

'Shh-shh. It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you. Listen, you have to remain quiet, we don't want anything else's attention. Those orcs might still be around here somewhere.' He paused, 'I'm going to remove my hand now. Remember, stay quiet. He waited for her to show that she understood. Finally she nodded. Slowly he took his hand away. 'Ok then.' He said as he stood up. 'How do you feel?'

She didn't reply. She just stared at him.

He waited before saying. 'Ok, I didn't mean that you couldn't talk at all, just keep your voice down, Ok?'

She just kept on staring at him. He arched an eyebrow. 'Are you ok? Hit your head or something?'

Her stare turned into a glare. 'Why did you help me?' she asked suspiciously. He was a bit taken aback.

'You're a Blood Elf, aren't you? The orcs are on your side. Why did you fight them?' As questions kept streaming out of her mouth he couldn't help but examine her face. Her lips look so soft... Agh, focus!

'Wait, slow down.' He said raising his hand. She stopped talking and waited. He sighed before continuing, 'Contrary to popular belief, there are a few Blood elves that don't support our joining with the Horde. We were forced to side with them after all.'

'What? Why?'

'What do you mean "Why?"? Everybody knows why.'

'Well, I don't...' He looked at her, confused. She saw his confusion and said, ' I was only recently revived. This whole world is still new to me.'

'Wait, what do you mean by revived?'

'When we crashed on this land our ship broke into pieces. One of the rooms containing a few stasis pods broke off and crashed a lot farther than the rest of the ship. Luckily one of the power crystals remained intact and kept most of us alive. We were only discovered a few months ago.'

'What's a stasis pod?' he asked.

Her foul mood seemed to fade as she started explaining. 'It's like a container that keeps you unconscious, but still alive. We use them for long term travelling.'

'So, you've been asleep for-'

'About one two years.'

He seemed shocked for a moment but then asked. 'How much do you know about what is going on here?'

'I know the basics. The Horde, the Alliance, war here in the Outlands and some kind of new threat from the Northern Lands. Northrend, I think.' Then she appeared to remember something. 'You still haven't said why your people were forced to join with the Horde.'

They both stared at each other. He sighed. 'Where to start?' he whispered to himself.

'At the beginning, of course.' She said.

He looked up and noticed a small smile had crossed her lips. 'Well then, we should eat first.'

She shook her head, making her wavy hair fall over her shoulders.

'You're still a bit weak. You need to eat something.'

She gave him a blank look. He folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. 'So you won't eat?'

She nodded. He looked at her and then turned. 'Fine, I won't tell you then.'

She groaned and finally agreed. 'All right, I'll eat. But you have to tell me as soon as we're done, ok?'

He turned, a smile on his lips. 'Very well, you have my word. Now eat.'

She took the bowl he held out to her. It held some fruit, nuts and a few strips of dried meat. She suddenly realised how hungry she actually was. She wolfed down the food and set the bowl on the ground. 'Done.'

The elf chuckled at her almost childish behaviour. 'Ok, well firstly, we weren't always known as Blood Elves. Years ago we were the mighty High Elves, People of the Sun.'

So there it is. Chapter 1 (2.0) Hope you like it. R&R pls!

P.S: I just want to thank Larentiah for her help. So, um, Thanks!