** This is a SEQUEL story- *BUT WAIT!* Before you think, "Oh man, I hate sequels, that means I have to go over and read their entire first story, and I just don't want to waste the time to do that, maaaannnn..." just listen, think of it like this: This sequel here, it's much better than the first, but you need to read the first to understand it. Trust me, I like this one a LOT more. Better storyline, goes more into characters, just better. Anyway, that first story, it's COMPLETE, so you won't be stuck finishing a chapter and realizing that... well, you have to wait for another. So take my advice and give the first story a go, and if you already read it, you might want to touch up on it, I mean, I totally revised the whole thing. Give it a shot, and tell me what you think. To find the first story, click my name up there^(somewhere)^ and go to "my stories". It's the one called "Saving Stormwind: A Tale of Azeroth"**

FULL SUMMARY: Sequel to "Saving Stormwind". Set in LK. Lost without even the comfort of her memory, "Viola" teams up with the Orc assigned to guard her to escape a blood-thirsty riot. Pursued by bounty-hunters and vengeful patriots, Viola tries anything to stay alive and find exactly what she is missing. Meanwhile, Kujajin, threatened by Thrall, is forced against his will to fight for the Horde to save her. Reunions with unlikely characters, close-encounters, and realizations of the self fill this story with new twists at every chapter. Tackling new continents, the dangers of the Outlands, and the chilling terrors of Northrend, this adventure will not so soon be forgotten. Adventure, Romance, Comedy, Action, Drama, Philosophy, what doesn't this story have? Oh, a name. Currently working title: "Of Humans and the Horde".

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DISCLAIMER: This entire story is Copywrite. MINE. Got it? World of Warcraft, however, is NOT. Most characters are my own, except characters like Thrall and such. The world, too, belongs to Blizzard.

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Of Humans and the Horde (Working Title):

Prologue:

The river flowed like fish, brushing against each other and weaving past each other like the wind had pushed them so. They flopped at the rocks, slapped at the walls, and sent speckles of foam and water against the bottom of the bridge. The figures around me, sculpted in proud, sturdy rock, paid no heed to my distress. Instead, they looked onwards over the city walls, peering past my insignificance. I heard myself speaking, the breaths coming out in huffs, short huffs, like puffs of smoke that fizzled away just as quickly. I couldn't stand it, as it seemed even the cracks in the square-cut stones beneath my feet were grins, laughing at my futility.

"She's been gone far too long." I said again, even less patiently if that were possible, and added an uneasy groan. My leg was bobbing up and down faster than the spinning in my head, and I had this terrible sinking feeling in my stomach. It was heavy, like I had swallowed some jagged, hunky chunk of scrap lead. I just knew this was all wrong, all wrong.

"Well," Alpine fell silent for longer than I could have wanted, and I almost forgot him again, "Maybe she ran into someone she knew," He replied hopefully, not even believing himself as he spoke.

"No," I said, mostly to myself. I wouldn't hold onto something so silly as false hope, "I have a very bad feeling about this."

And I did. There was some kind of deep pressure inside of me, telling me that something had gone wrong, that I could sit no longer and wait. But for a moment, as I waited for the response from those who I held close, my only thoughts were that I wanted only to be wrong. I thought maybe this was the feeling everyone gets when their most precious person had been away for too long. Especially in a world so dangerous as this. I mean, you find trouble every day here. I knew that well.

"I agree," My sister rested her arms on my shoulders from behind me as I sat on another cracked, smirking protrusion of rock by the edge of the bridge.

"I'm going after her," I stood up, and abruptly, shocking both Votheilia and Alpine.

"But what if you're overreacting, and nothing's wrong? She'll be pissed if you show up looking for her, then you two will argue," He went off, "Because she'll be mad that you don't trust her, then Vo and I will share this super confused shrug, and we all know that you'll lose the argument, then you'll pout and whine the whole way North!" He finished, his hands waving like mad.

"You're the one overreacting here Al," I said obviously, "I'll just go check and make sure she's okay, and tell her to hurry up. But what if something is indeed awry?" I added with a serious look, "Would you not feel horrible if something happened to her, and all you did to help was keep me from going to find her?"

"Well," He knew I was right, so he consented, "Just be quick about it, then," Alpine grunted in recognition as he nodded, agreeing to let me go. I waved to Votheilia to watch over Max as I left, and she nodded in compliance.

I was running faster than my memory could give me directions, and I didn't know why. She hadn't been gone for too long, just long enough to make me worry. Evidently that wasn't very long. I was panting heavily by the time I reached the Inn, and almost ran right past it. I rested my hands on my knees and took a few laboured breaths before running inside. I gave a wave to the Innkeeper and rushed up to our old room. I rounded the last corner and my step fell short, the room barely in sight. There was something unsettling about the way the door hung limply ajar, leaving only a crack to see the darkness just beyond.

I crept forward, sticking close to the wall. I leaned up on the door frame and placed a hand on the door itself, as to steady it. I moved gingerly closer, pushing the door open slowly as to not draw attention, and peered through the crack between the door and its frame. I heard the arrogant voices of creatures I knew well enough to be my enemies. They didn't seem concerned about going unheard, I noted. I waited patiently and remained completely still, I needed a reason to worry, now.

"She's unconscious, sir." One of the henchmen Orcs said, almost uncertainly. I sure hoped they weren't talking about what I thought they were. Or, who I thought.

"Good, she won't cause any more trouble if she's immobilized," A more sonorous voice agreed, "She's a fiery one, you remember."

"Yes sir," The Orc replied, quieter this time.

I leaned barely further in and caught sight of the speakers. One of them I recognized instantly, as Warchief Thrall in the flesh. My eyes widened a fraction but my exterior remained calm, as always. I took note of the second Orc in the room, though there were a total of four. The second Orc was looking down, intrigued, at something lying limp in his arms. That nearly made me spin. I narrowed my eyes to try and pick out the figure through the glare of the open window behind them, though I already knew who it was.

"Because of this woman," Thrall spoke with purpose to his men, commanding my own attention, "Many of our men have been captured and claimed by the prisons of the Alliance. Some of which, we'll be visiting this very evening."

"What exactly are we gonna do with her, boss?" The second Orc inquired, his bumbling voice irritating me.

"You shouldn't be concerned," Thrall addressed him, "From what I recall, you have much reason to exact revenge, this should certainly be a good opportunity for you."

"Right." He nodded surely, though I couldn't recognize him myself.

"Boss, we've gotta get moving," A third Orc spoke up, a nice change of pace, "Before someone finds us."

"Oh that's exactly what I'm waiting for," Thrall chuckled knowingly before turning towards the door I was currently slinking behind, "And as usual, he's right on time."

"…" I hesitated a speck, gathering my courage, "Thrall," I addressed him as I pushed the door open slowly, watching the somewhat surprised faces of the others.

"Kujajin, that's your name, isn't it?" He didn't seem to be mocking me, though this seemed like some kind of sick joke to me.

"Enough," I said, harsher than I meant, for I knew that would only galvanize him to continue, "You shouldn't be here, leave her alone. Your war is over."

"Well well," He didn't take too kindly to that, "aren't you demanding," Thrall waved my comment away, "I hardly think you're in any position to be ordering anything from me."

I shifted my gaze from Thrall to the girl still hanging in the Orcs arms. Her eyes were closed, but at the very least she looked at peace. My mind softened a little upon tracing her profile with my eyes, but my heart skipped one more beat when I heard the soft pitter-patter of liquid hitting the wooden floor. My eyes darted to the source of the sound, which was the somewhat gaping wound on the crown of her skull. My blood boiled inside of me, so hot that I was sure they might see my skin melting off of me, though I remained as outwardly calm as I could.

"Then raise your arms quickly," Which evidently wasn't that calm, "I'm going to snap every one of your necks you fucking-" I knew I was overeager and rash, but I couldn't really help myself at that particular moment as I moved forward quickly.

"I wouldn't," Thrall shook his head as he reached over with a sword, some dull and rusty slab of metal at first it appeared, and pressed it lightly against her cheek, as her head hung motionless over the forearm of the Orc holding her. This effectively stopped my advance, "Strange, isn't it?" He seemed to be asking me, or himself, "She looks so serene and innocent when she's asleep."

"Don't you dare touch her," I growled, infuriated with the situation.

"No matter," He retracted the blade, the light from the window refracting over the fullness of it so that I might see what it was, and recognize it's familiarity, "I think we've done enough here anyway," He nodded towards the open window, "If we don't bandage her up soon, she might well die," He gave me an arrogant smirk, despite his initial tone, "That would ruin all the fun."

"You bastard," I spat, managing to retain the last bit of control over my body and mouth.

"We'll be in touch," Thrall slid away the sword I would have snatched from him, into the sheath I had seen before, which hung loosely tied as if he didn't know how to hang it at all. He began to leave, but I stopped him.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my body almost trembling with rage, though I had a demoralizing feeling it was more from the fact that he was outright mocking me rather than his actual actions, "Surely you have more to worry about."

"Hm." He seemed to leisurely ponder that, "Revenge, would be the first thought," He seemed to wonder about that, "And I realize you might well be a strategic piece." Like a game, that made me angrier, "Which is why I chose now, when you and this silly Alliance seem to be so cosy," He smiled a small, toothy grin, "Like I said, we'll be in touch."

The four Orcs quickly piled out the window, faster than I originally thought they'd move, due to their size. The last to leave was the one holding the girl, and I believe that was the intent, for it held me to my spot until they had all fled. And he scowled at me, his rough, patchy chin protruding like he thought he was intimidating. He clumsily went over the sill, tossing the girl over his shoulder roughly as he did. The blatancy, the audacity of his offensive move certainly set me off balance. He just wanted to make me angry, and that was the one thing I couldn't stand.

"Get back here and fight like a man!" I shouted after him, my feet finally moving, "You coward, you can't do this!" I ran after him, leaping through the window myself and chasing after their quickly retreating silhouettes.

Even though I ran faster than I was sure was possible, even so fast as to summon water from my eyes due to the wind resistance against them, they disappeared before I could get any closer at all. I stood on the roof of a building, looking around the starless sky, due only to the bright lights from below me, and found no trace. I angrily slammed my fists against the roof tiles, breaking every one I touched.

Damn, damn, damn! I had let them escape. I had let the very beings that stand in the way of my happiness rip me apart. Was everyone out to get me? So angry at me that they'd use my woman to ruin me? What was I to do? They were gone, and I was still here. I didn't have the slightest idea where to turn next, for they could be in any one of the three-hundred and sixty degrees around me, no, they could be up or down as well. Anywhere! I took a shaky, frustrated breath through locked teeth and heard my heart cracking through my chest like rumbled of thunder.

"Nasrina!" I shouted to nowhere, calling out her name once again.

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That Orc was watching me as I looked myself over, and that made me significantly less comfortable, even under this skin of leather and metal. Boy, I was having a hard time feeling at ease in this place. He gave me a look, the kind of look you give someone who's somehow beneath you, like, less that worth the glance. It was conceited, condescending and demeaning. I hated when people did that. I would have spat in his eye, had he been closer. Actually, I wished he was closer so that I might have been able to, I really did.

"I wonder if your fucking boyfriend's gonna come and get you," He teased, though it didn't work without my recognition of such a thing.

"My," I pondered the word, "boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend." I replied surely, not pleased by the slimy sensation I got when he spoke the word. It just didn't work with me, that word. It sounded almost like a paedophile has spoken it.

"What about that Kujajin guy?" He asked, turning his head and scratching under his patchy, stubbly chin. Must have had a flea.

"Koo…jah…gin?" I sounded it out, "Is that Orcish? Is that supposed to mean something to me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at the guy.

"Wait a minute, you don't remember him at all?" His eyes widened with a smile, before he laughed at me, raising his chin.

R&R- For this and the first story, please guys. It helps me get an idea of what you guys like in all this, and what to add more of next time.