Both parts were very short, so I combined them into one document. I dont know how I will arrange them into chapters later though.

Part 2

"Can you ride him?" Sceptor asked, pointing at the wolf, Benzin. Klavier didn't know how to reply.

"Yes?" She replied, tentatively. Klavier ran to Benzin, patted and hugged him, and carefully got onto his back. She adjusted where her bags were, so they sat on his lower back. He growled quite a bit.

She kills those that are her allies, and she rides wolves? Maybe I really should get to know her, Sceptor thought. Klavier slowly walked Benzin over to Sceptor and the raptor and shook her head.

"No…" She said, frowning. Sceptor sighed and got off of his raptor. "We walk?" Klavier asked, getting down from the wolf. Sceptor nodded, and together they walked out of the trees. They headed down, past the frozen creek, up a slight slope, across the little road, climbed up another hill, and were back in the trees again. They headed south east, towards the middle of the valley. There were rams in the Alterac Mountains, so there were ram trails. Most of the trails found went back up north, or they were dead ends. An hour went by before the paths led them to higher ground. When Klavier saw the steep trail down to the land of Hillsbrad, she almost hugged Sceptor.

Hillsbrad was mostly rolling hills, there were forests of maple and fir, and it had a small coastline to the south. It was late in the year, so the vibrant orange and red of the maple trees made a stark contrast to the deep green of the conifers. Nestled between the snow covered slopes of the Alterac Mountains and the sea was a small human settlement. The small village was called Southshore and, despite its size, it was the starting point for things much bigger than anyone. Tarren Mill, to the north east, was part of the problem. It was a hamlet for the undead. Because of the war between the Horde and the Alliance, neither Klavier nor Sceptor could stay together in one place.

They hiked down through the rough hills into Hillsbrad, and stopped at the road. It was late afternoon when they started their journey out of Alterac Valley, and it took quite a while. The sun was setting, casting pale oranges and pinks across the western sky. The colors could be seen through the breaks in the forest, making them appear brighter against the dark trees. Klavier pointed to it, and looked at Sceptor.

"It's not dat impressive, mon." he said. She could tell he wasn't interested just by the tone of his voice.

"Im-press-ive?" she asked.

"Amazing, or great" he replied. Klavier looked at him with a half glare, and turned back to the sunset. Sceptor didn't' want to wait for it to get too dark, he was tired. He was very grateful when Klaviers stomach growled, just seconds later. Sceptor and the animals looked at her, which caused her to blush. "I tink it's time for us to part for da night. Klavier," he stumbled, "you go there." he said, pointing to Southshore. "Meet me here in da morning."

"Southshore?" she inquired.

"Yes"

"And I… do what in the morning?"

Sceptor thought for a moment, then replied, "to see me, to come here and see me."

"Oh" Klavier smiled.

"We both need to get some sleep," he stomach growled again, "and you need ta eat something." Klavier nodded, she understood enough of that to get his point. She patted Benzin, smiled at Sceptor again, and headed south towards the village with her wolf at her heels. Sceptor climbed atop the raptor, and watched as Klavier walked out of sight.

Sceptor kept his raptor at a trot, but he could have made him run all out; they were going to sleep at an inn, and the raptor was going to get his own stall. They'd both get enough time to rest, and rest comfortably.

"I don't tink I'll be as lucky as you, my friend," he said to the raptor. "If dat voice doesn't go away, I won't be able ta sleep."

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Part 3

Sceptor had been tossing and turning, wrestling with his mind for two hours, but sleep eluded him.

She can't be for real. Draenei are supposed to be very religious people, against change and things that are different… aren't they? He thought. He was sprawled on a bed at the Tarren Mill inn. The inn doesn't get many visitors, so the furniture was falling apart.

Not all the stories you hear are true you know, his own voice replied.

She killed that dwarf, her ally… what if… what am I going to do about her? Sceptor ignored himself.

Well, it seems that my only option right now is to teach her Zandali. Then I can-

No. I'm only teaching her the language, and then it will be goodbye, Sceptor argued.

But what if I… develop feelings for her? What if she turns out to be a very interesting person?

I don't think that's going to happen. In fact, it won't happen. Besides, that would be very dangerous. This whole thing is very dangerous.

To teach her a new language… do I know what it takes? His mind asked.

Yes, he replied, tentatively.

Discussions, vocabulary...

I know… Sceptor thought to himself.

Then why am I arguing? his voice asked. Am I afraid that-

STOP IT! Sceptor shouted inside his head. He wouldn't be able to sleep if he kept on fighting with himself. He sat up, but the sudden movement sent the mattress crashing to the floor. That bed frame had seen the last of its days. "Maybe I'll go take a walk…" He said, as he got up off of the mattress. He put his pants on, quietly slipped out of his room upstairs, and left the rotting building. He could see the moon just above the trees to the northwest. It was almost full, and flooded Tarren Mill with its light. Everything had a glow on nights like these, the moon muting out all colors but blue, black, white, and the shades between.

"She's not pretty," Sceptor said, as he walked past the overgrown weeds in the field.

Yes she is, he thought back.

"Her race is a disgrace ta shamans everywhere."

She is no shaman, she's a hunter, he replied, as he walked farther from town. Sceptor shook his head. His voice was back. The little voice that wouldn't listen to reason. The one telling him that Klavier was special. The one trying to convince him that he was wrong; Sceptor was never wrong. But he was at the edge of town, so he turned around.

Sceptor began mumbling to himself about the land around him as he walked back towards the inn. He couldn't hear the voice, nor did he care about it. When he got back to his room, he collapsed on the mattress and was asleep in an instant. The mattress was still in decent shape.

The next morning found Klavier sitting beneath the tree Sceptor had indicated. Benzin was walking in circles around it. Klavier left Southshore as the sun came up, and as she waited she watched it rise a few degrees. She had almost fallen asleep by the time Sceptor got there. She became aware of his presence when Benzin barked at him. She shushed Benzin and got up to see Sceptor. He beckoned for her to follow him, and turned back to the direction he came. They walked together along the road to the east, passing many tall evergreens before they made it to a bridge. After they crossed, Sceptor took a sharp right into the forest beyond the stream.

Twenty minutes into the woods brought them face to face with a giant spider. They'd been walking through a thinker part of the woods; webs were all over the trees. The spider was covered in thick, green fur. Its legs ended in sharp claws, its fangs dripped with venom, and it was snarling at Sceptor. Klavier whistled for Benzin to attack, and he charged at the spider's face. Sceptor stepped back a bit, and Klavier veered off to her right. She pulled out her bow and set an arrow, and aimed for the huge abdomen. When she was sure it would hit her mark, she fired. The magical arrow exploded into the spider, and then it let out a screech. It turned towards Klavier, but got one of its legs ripped out in the process. Sickly green goo oozed from its wounds, but that wasn't enough to cripple it. Benzin dropped the leg from his mouth and ran to his master. Just as the spider was about to leap, it was hit by a bolt of blue lightning. Sceptor's lightning bolt was enough to finish off the spider, and it collapsed in mid jump. Sceptor motioned for Klavier to follow him once more, and he continued on his original path.

The mid morning sun shone through the trees, casting a pleasing green glow on everything. The breaks in the trees let small beams of light through to the forest floor. As they walked, Klavier could tell that they were nearing the edge of the woods; it was getting brighter. It wasn't long before the trees gave way for tall beach grasses and sand. Sceptor turned suddenly, and walked over to a clump of broken rocks. He jumped up onto one, and sat down, motioning Klavier to do the same. She walked through the grass with her legs high, the way one might walk through deep snow. Benzin pushed right through, leaving a path behind him. She gently leapt onto a rock opposite Sceptor, and Benzin sat down beneath her.

For the lesson, Sceptor had Klavier point to various things in the environment, and he told her his word for them. Grass, tree, cedar tree, maple tree, maple leaf, bark, sand, grain of sand, salt water, turtle, etc. After about an hour of that, Sceptor had almost named everything in their vicinity. Klavier then leapt off the rock, grabbed a twig, and ran to the sandier part of the beach. Confused, Sceptor got off of his rock and followed her. After smoothing out a section of sand, Klavier used the twig to draw a big cat. It had rounded ears, a thick tail, a square muzzle, and big paws.

"What is it?" Klavier asked.

"Mountain lion," Sceptor answered. Klavier smoothed out the sand again, and drew a picture of the spider they killed. "Dat's a spider."

They continued this for another hour, Klavier drawing different animals and Sceptor naming them. Then Klavier, with her broken Zandali, pointed out that vocabulary alone doesn't make one fluent in any language.

"Nei'der does sentence structure, mon," Sceptor sighed, remembering his argument last night.

"What is wrong?" Klavier asked, worried.

"Nothin'," he replied.