A/N: So here's chapter 2! Hope you like it!
"Why not?" Garrosh growls. "There are Alliance right there."
"No," I snap. "We're a team now. We are not killing them. End of discussion." He glares at me as I walk away and sit next to Jaina.
We've set up camp on a rise in a brown plain. We can see a big white city about a mile ahead. That's our destination.
"So, what did he want?" Jaina asks me.
"He's just unhappy about working with Alliance," I say, rolling my eyes. "But… I can imagine that you guys aren't too enthusiastic about working with us, either."
Jaina nods. "You're right about that. Shandris has been giving your troll death glares."
I focus my attention to the rest of the encampment and sigh in annoyance. The tension in the air feels almost suffocating. Brann and Lya are arguing with Nathanos. Rokhan and Shandris are seething at each other. Hamuul and Tobias are trying to be friendly, but the tension between them is obvious. Nobundo is sitting all by himself, and Garrosh and Mogul are chatting softly, shooting quick glances at me and Jaina.
"They're planning something," Jaina says.
I nod. "Completely."
As the sun goes down, I put out the fire. "We head for the city in the morning."
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I'm awoken by a steady thundering of an army. I sit up quickly and glance around the camp. Nathanos, Rokhan, and Shandris have already grabbed their bows and are intently searching for the source.
I quietly stand up and make sure that everyone's awake.
"We go to the city now," I whisper, barely loud enough for everyone to hear. "Leave everything except weapons behind." Everyone nods and we head for the city immediately at a fast pace.
After a minute or so of running in silence, a loud roar behind us alerts me to how close the enemies really are.
"Run!" I screech, all sense of secrecy vanishing.
Garrosh scoops up Mogul so he doesn't fall behind, and Hamuul does the same with Lya. I help Brann get situated on Tobias's shoulders as we run.
"Jaina!" I yell, grabbing a stick of dynamite that's strapped to my waist. "Give me some firepower!"
In response, a fireball flies past me, into an army of what I can make out as orcs. I light the dynamite as the fire flies past me. I throw the dynamite into the now confused army and dash for the city.
"Move it!" I scream.
As soon as we reach the gates of the city, I find several crossbows pointed at us. I huff and keep my hands up. Garrosh reaches for his axe. I elbow him in the ribs. Hard. He glares at me and puts his hands up. Everyone else follows suit.
"Who are you?" the guard in front asks. "And what was that explosion?"
"Kisha Drakeheart and dynamite," I say blatantly.
"Never heard of either," he says.
"Me, I understand," I say. "But dynamite? You don't know what dynamite is? You know, light it on fire and it explodes?" He looks at me like I'm insane. Don't tell me that these guys don't have firepower! We've got friggin helicopters back in Azeroth, and these guys don't even know what dynamite is! …this is going to be a long negotiation.
"Let them in," the guard says. "Kill the orc." All crossbows aim at Garrosh.
Everyone instantly tenses, and I step in between Garrosh and the crossbows.
"No," I snarl. "He's not an enemy."
"All orcs are enemies," the guard growls. "Unless all of you are."
"We're not from around here," I snap. "And when I say that, I mean Middle Earth. Now, if you want our firepower in your war, let us in."
He whispers something to one of his friends and the gates open. We follow the guards in, but I notice their tension around Garrosh. Note to self; keep an eye on Garrosh.
We're stopped by an elderly man in a white robe with a very long white beard.
"What's going on, soldier?" he asks.
"We're talking these 'travelers' to see the Steward," the guard replies.
"I'll see to them," the man says. "Return to your posts." The soldiers eye him warily, but leave us with the man. "Follow me."
The man leads us to an out-of-the-way room and we sit in a circle.
"My name is Gandalf," he says. "I'm a wizard. And I've been expecting you."