She looked back up to the iron gates that were holding them back from charging out there and blowing the horde halfway to Outlands, whatever that was. She only heard rumors and how far away it was, on a different planet. She shivered at the thought of what it might look like.
A dwarf with snowy owls came up to them all from within the caves they were waiting in. She nodded once to them all and went back to hide within the caves. Ruanae sighed as the dwarf walked away without a backwards glance. She began to get ready, for the gates would be opening soon and she had to do something before the battle or the silence would kill her. Others seemed to have the same idea as they began to fiddle with potions and checking the spells they had cast upon themselves.
Ruanae called her pet from the depths of the cave and a snowy tiger stood beside her as the other hunters also called their pets to them. She drew out her bow and knocked an arrow into it, frowning as she muttered a spell on the arrow until it glowed with arcane power. She felt bad for the person who would have this sticking out of their chest.
Her attention snapped up to the suddenly moving gates. Everyone turned to the gates. When the gates were fully raised, everyone charged out into the snow.
An artic breeze blew over Ruanae's face and arms making her shiver. Her courage slowly came back to her as someone began to yell out words of encouragement to the soldiers, it almost made her feel slightly bigger. She leaned forward into Winter, allowing the saber to run faster. They soon came to the first Horde outpost. She favored taking this one for half the army was hidden around a bend. A daring rouge would sneak up on the outpost watchers, and run back to the army. She would almost laugh as the rouge would jump back behind everyone as the Orcs and Tauren came around the corner, stopping in their tracks as they saw them. She felt bad when she ran past the burning and arrow filled corpses though.
The rouge that had dragged the outpost watchers had snuck past the battle and ripped the Horde flag off the stone and replaced it with the many Alliance banners he had with him.
The Alliance army was stopped at a tower full of archers shooting fire arrows at them. Ruanae panicked as an arrow flew past her head, landing in the snow behind her. Idmetiadly she ordered her pet, Cloud, to attack them and she watched him run up the stairs out of sight. She drew her bow again and shot at them without mercy.
An Orc archer saw her enthusiasm and took careful aim at her. She was on the side of the tower where nobody saw her. She smiled wickedly as she drew an arrow, not flaming since she was out of mana to light it. She was just about to release when a white tiger jumped at her, knocking the arrow crooked. The Orc was down in no time but the damage was done to Ruanae. The arrow whizzed by her head, putting a long cut just above her long purple ear. She screamed out in pain as the pain shot through her skull. She felt dizzy, confused. Her muscles tightened up as she slowly fell off the Winter but it was all in slow motion to her. She felt dead, but she was still breathing.
Somebody must have noticed this since another arrow had been shot at her and catching her in the arm, she yelled out in pain again and the world turned black.
Tahlian hated these battles. Why must so many die for one simple battle? He thought as he and a priest went about the ruins of yet another lost battle.
He got off his Mist Saber, seeing a wounded man with an arrow sticking out of his side. He hated being assigned to cleaning up after battles, he was a Druid and he could fight. Sure, he was a damn good healer to but he felt he could help out in the battles. He kneeled down and took the arrow from his side with a gentle hand. Placing his hand on the wound, he muttered some words and natural light came from his fingertips onto the wound. The man gasped as his side healed itself and Tahlian helped him to his feet.
"Ill take him back," the human said in a rush, obviously wanting to get back to the portal to Stormwind, the human capital city.
Tahlian nodded as he jumped back onto the tiger and searched for any other wounded people who could be rescued. As he searched, he began to think again.
I know my position is highly important, but why not give it to a priest instead? I have seen priests going into battles and never coming back out because of the fact they cant defend themselves.
He came to the first outpost they captured. He looked around as he walked up to the first tower. Something caught his eye as he came around the bend. He gasped as he saw it to be a Night Elf, and by the looks of it she was barely hanging on. A Snow Saber was kneeling next to her and looked up to see Tahlian then looked back down to his master, gently prodding her with his nose.
Tears sprang to his eyes as he saw what a bond they must have. Most mounts would just run off frightened. He nearly jumped off the Saber and rushed to her. She was lying on her back, her breaths shallow. He turned her over and looked at the gash on her head. He winced at it. It looked pretty bad.
Not wanting to touch it, he muttered some words under his breath and his whole hand this time began to glow. Gently, he placed his fingers around the cut and the magic flowed into her head, found the wound, and healed it. Next he carefully pulled the arrow out of her arm and wove healing waves into it. She was still out cold. Nervously, he placed a hand on her forehead. She had a fever. He began to lift her when he realized she felt extremely tense in his arms as he stood up. He sighed, as she would probably not be able to move for a couple of days when she woke up.
The Saber kneeled down so he could get up on it, and he placed the Night Elf in front of him so she was leaning back on him. Tahlian prayed she would not wake up during the ride back, otherwise he would find himself in a quite uncomfortable position.
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A young Night Elf sat on the stone ground in the inn. She was 5 years old. Her eyes were unmoving as she stared at the Northern road out of Dolonnar, her home.
"You know, you have to eat sometime Little One," the child's mother said placing down some bread and morning glory dew on a tray in front of the waiting child.
"He will be back today, I know it." The Little One said with a positive attitude.
"I hope he will to," said the older Elf sighed, her gaze looking at the road where the Male Night Elf was supposed to come from along with the other Elves who had gone into battle.
"I KNOW he will be coming soon," said the child, as she began to nibble on the bread her mother brought her, "And I'm waiting here all day until he does come." The mother laughed.
"I suppose I'll have to then also," she replied sitting down gracefully next to her daughter, wrapping an arm around her, "since you are to, and you know how bored I get when I'm not spending time with you. You make things so interesting, Little One." She laughed
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Ruanae's eyes flickered open. Searing pain infested her vision as she did. She let out a soft moan. As the pain subsided, and her vision cleared she appeared to be staring at a ceiling. She tried to move her arm, but she found she could not, just her head. She looked sideways to find another Night Elf was watching her, but he looked like a druid. He coughed and then spoke nervously.
"Hi"
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A/N: Hi people, my first story! REVIEW! I want to see if it stunk or not! D
