Kali managed to catch up to Anya during study hall. She noticed the girl so wrapped up in a book, she didn't notice her approach. Kali cleared her throat.
"Stormrage, wasn't it?" she asked.
Anya looked up and nodded. "Sunstrider," she said. "How are you enjoying your first day?"
"It's eventful," Kali said sitting down. "I was wonderin' somethin'. You said that you just came back. Did somethin' happen?"
Anya looked hesitant for a moment. She closed her book and sighed. "Yeah," she said. She stood up and led Kali to the girl's restroom so they could be alone a moment. "I'm not sure if you heard that an epidemic was around a certain area of town. A cursed area of town."
"Ya mean that worgen curse?" Kali asked. "I heard 'bout it. Someone turned people into werewolves."
"I was a recent case," Anya said. "And as a precaution, I had to leave school awhile to make sure I stayed in control. There's other worgen here too, some not as nice as I am. My brother's among them. He's a senior thankfully."
"He seems rather hard on ya," Kali noticed.
"You have no idea," Anya sighed. "It doesn't help that my uncle chose me over him to be his apprentice." She looked at her. "I'm also a druid in training. My uncle is the most powerful and most respected of them all."
"Now I know where I've heard your name before," Kali said. "Your uncle is Malfurion Stormrage, ain't he?"
"Yeah, and he's a teacher here too," Anya said. "He does some botany class."
Kali looked at her. "And your brother is a druid too?"
"Yeah, but Uncle Mal believes he's heading down his brother's path," Anya said. "Who happens to be the PE teacher. People say Illidan has some sort of problem. However, my brother has been learning from him the dark arts as well and that isn't settling well in the family. And he's been abusive a bit to me. Illidan tries to tell him to stop, but it's like he's jealous or something."
Kali put a hand on her shoulder. "Seems like you've been through a lot," she said. She bit her lip. "Let's be friends."
Anya's eyes lit up as she smiled. "I'd like that."
"Stormrage?" Baine looked at Kali as he sat on the roof with her for lunch with Vol'jin. "I've heard of them. A family of druids, except Malfurion's wife, she's a nurse."
"Dey're respected," Vol'jin piped up. "Dat boy Stefan though, he be de bad seed."
"Makes me worried for Anya," Kali admitted. "She says he's abusive or jealous one. Plus he's one of those people that all he has to do is look and you run."
Baine nodded. "He became a worgen after Anya, but he was still coming here," he said. "Hers must've been worse."
Kali nodded as she unwrapped her sandwich. "She needs friends," she said. "Stefan's keepin' that from happenin'. And I think the more friends she gets, the better her self confidence will be. That abuse is gettin' to her."
Vol'jin nodded. "Den we'll be her friends as well," he said as he smiled. With his tusks, he looked more like a mammoth. "Yet wat happened to dat orc followin' ya? Did ya kick him to da curb?"
Kali shook her head as she ate. "Nope, I just managed to slip away from him," she said. "I didn't ask for a puppy ya know."
Baine raised a brow on that one. "Who's following her?"
"Dat orc Rograx," Vol'jin said. "Part of dose bastards."
"Good god," Baine said shaking his head. "Now she's attracted them." He looked at Kali. "What class you have next?"
"Illidan's."
Both of the two stared at her. "Good luck," they said together.
Illidan blew his whistle as the class ran to line up in order of height. Kali put her book down and moved to find her spot as she blinked seeing a shadow over her. She slowly turned and saw the night elf staring down at her. She swallowed.
"You're new," he said quietly. "I'll let you slip this time. How tall are you?"
"Uh…last check, 5'3, sir," Kali said embarrassed at how short she was for a high elf.
"Um…Uncle Illidan?" Anya looked at him. "Let her stand over here by me."
"You're taller than her," he said sternly. "But I will this time." He pushed her toward the worgen enough that Kali nearly stumbled. Damn, that bastard's strong! she thought as she moved to Anya gratefully.
"He usually picks dodge ball for the first activity when a new student comes," Anya whispered. "Watch."
"Now class, since Miss Sunstrider seems to not understand our rules, today's activity is dodge ball," Illidan said as he held a ball in his hands. "And as usual, I will be the one throwing it…you get detention if you're hit."
Kali raised both brows. Anya was right!
The game consisted of everyone running away from Illidan as he would hit random students, or targets, to knock them over, if not knock them into a concussion. Kali had to arch backward to dodge the ball as she even did a split to miss. Her flexibility came from her agility due to being a hunter.
Yet she saw a student hit the floor beside her as her eyes widened. She was noticing that the class was becoming smaller and smaller due to this. Anya was hit on the side of the face, receiving a bit of a bruised eye, but it didn't stop her from cheering Kali on as she now was one of the last ones there.
She noticed another blood elf there, this one taller and male. His long blond hair was down and he seemed to be studying her as they were dodging things. Kali stared at this as she frowned doing a back flip as the bell rang. She saw him approach her as she raised a brow. "Hello," she said.
"Hello, Princess," he said as he kissed her hand. He smiled softly at her.
"I ain't no princess," she said withdrawing her hand with a blush.
"Well, according to what they told me, you are," he said. He chuckled. "How silly of me, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Lor'themar Theron."
Kali dropped her books in surprise. "The Regent Lord," she said.
"Soon to be," he corrected as he helped her gather her books. He straightened up. "Yet you're still above me in rank."
Kali gritted her teeth a moment. "The Sunstrider dynasty is dead," she said. "It died with Kael'thas."
"Your father," he pointed out. "So the dynasty isn't dead and many here view you still as our princess."
"Mr. Theron, lemme make one thing clear," she said. "My father is Thrall. Kael'thas gave up bein' my father when I was born and second, a female heir to the throne ain't rather smiled on. I'd rather be princess of the Horde than princess of a corrupted race who can't stop usin' fel magic!" And with that, she walked off.
By the time Kali got to her motorcycle at the end of the day, she sighed softly tossing her backpack in her side car a moment. She sat down against it deep in thought. After her confrontation with Lor, she was realizing just how difficult this was going to be. "Heir to the throne," she said softly to herself. "I gave that up…because I don't wanna be like him." She fixed her helmet as she looked up seeing Lor walking to his car.
He glanced over at Kali a moment studying her. He knew somehow he would have to convince her to return to their people, despite her being a high elf and not a blood elf like he and his other followers had become. He got into his car.
Kali watched this and flipped her visor down as she started her engine making sure Kamara was secure as she began to drive off.
Anya watched this raising a brow as she walked to her Jeep. She had heard the whole thing in gym, but chose not to ask Kali just yet on it. She walked down the stairs and saw her brother along with a few others in his gang as she frowned and continued walking.
Rograx studied Anya quietly a moment. He had to admit, he had admired her from a distance, but kept that distance due to Stefan. He then heard Stefan clear his throat as he looked down at the druid.
"Sooner or later, she won't be around for you to drool at," he said sternly.
"What do you mean?" Rograx asked.
"I'm just saying," Stefan retorted. "Little Miss Goody Two Shoes…I can't wait until she's broken completely." He lit a cigarette.
"I thought you loved your sister," Rog said staring at Stefan scornfully.
"Once upon a time," Stefan admitted. "Now she's a bigger pain in the ass than anything else."
"You mean her becoming friends with the princess?" Rog asked.
"The princess is nothing," Stefan said. "But one day my dear sister will pay for her crime of killing him."
"Killing who?"
"Our father."
