AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!

**Draenor: Shadowmoon Valley- Lunarfall**

"Commander, are you serious?"

"Yup." I sit quietly listening to the squabble of some closer followers and Thorn as she was almost in a stage of disbelief.

"I feel honored to meet an Ambassador." I smile at the astonished voice of Assistant Brightstone.

"So you will still be here in the Garrison but not?" I groan. Que migraine.

"Lieutenant Thorn, you and I need to privately speak. Everyone else please leave."

Thorn was told to watch and basically do what I would do if I was there, when... I was away. She wanted the experience, and I was only going to be there once a day or maybe not at all... I needed help.

I gave a unladylike groan only to yawn, I quickly ran a brush through the freshly washed, brown wavy mess that was my hair. Talking to an old friend like Tick made my bitter mood lighten considerably; exhaustion be damned! A pair of mauve colored eyes stared back at me in the mirror, the darkened skin around said eyes actually made my mood shift a bit more depressing.

I strap on my armor piece by piece. Lastly my helm... a good portion of my own followers don't even know what my full face looks like. I pull my helm over the lower portion of my face and lock it in. I nod in appreciation of my full armor suit; the Heroes' Bonescythe Battle gear was no easy fit to collect, and my aim was to stand as an equal to the Sin'Dorei leaders. The gold, dark gray, and rich browns of the armor stood nicely among the rising sun.

"You ready Ambassador Creed?" I look to the Archmage Khadgar standing by my garrison battle table. I nod over to Thorn and shake my garrison hearthstone as a reminder. I cringe as Khadgar hands me a gold and azure tabard... the sign of the royal seal of the Alliance. I give him a 'Really, I thought you were kidding!?' look; he nods.

"Ready as anyone would ever be. Who is the Horde Ambassador by the way?" He gently shrugged his shoulders.

"They will not tell us and we have not told them. Surprises nowadays are so rare." I want to scoff at his joke but end up smiling at the strange Mage. I pull the stupid tabard over my armor; I frown.

"To Quel'Thalas then." I groan as the large portal opens up just outside of the large golden, scarlet, and cream colored city.

**Eastern Kingdoms: Quel'Thalas- Silvermoon City**

"May the Light be with you." The portal closes suddenly as I step through it. Rude.

I marvel in the sweet sunlight filtering through the warm red, lavender, and golden colored tree leaves of the Quel'Thalas forest scattered outside one of the gates into the large city. I had only once been near the city; I was exploring the Lordaeron far off near Ghostlands. I looked over to see the Dead Scar, a sad and heinous mark left over the remind the world of the evil the Lich King had made and the destruction of the Sin'Dorei's Sunwell. I sigh watching rangers in the distance shoot down a few scattering undead that roamed around; since the death of Arthas, the undead have not been coming in legions onto to the land... they were scattered and few (hopefully a good sign).

I silently watched on as a few Dragonhawks fly past me in a happy and slow pace flutter. Lynxes far in the distance slept in the shade or chased one another. This beautiful scenery warmed my heart, the constant surrounding of war made me lose my sense of what a peaceful environment could be. I grab one of the thousands of beautiful Fel Blossoms in the environment and gaze its soft petals.

My daydreaming ended like a pop of a bubble as the large statue of Kael'thas standing tall in the entrance caught my gaze. I close my eyes for a second and walk to the entrance only to see, or lack there of, guards... strange. I fight the urge to stealth and explore the beautiful and elegant city. I look around for guards... surely they knew I was arriving, right?

I enter the city and feel taken away at the beautiful sights. As I walk past the Court of the Sun, I can't help but notice the gold and Scarlet beautifully entwined throughout the city's building and decorations... Silvermoon was quite beautiful; Stormwind eat your heart out. Everywhere I looked, the crest of the Silvermoon was presented proudly on flags, banners, or carving like representations on the buildings. The leaves of some of the trees inside the city swayed in a the warm summer air and I finally took notice of the Blood Elves standing around who turned to me suddenly as I entered their view.

I stared at them as they stared at me. The males pulled the females and some of the children away from me quickly like I was some wild animal. My brow twitched in annoyance. I sighed and walked forward trying to avoid them, I had one destination... Lor'themar Theron's throne room.

I followed the long winding path of marble and gold, mana and magic energy was strongly present in the air almost choking me. I didn't need the use of magic, but if any mana user came here then this would be a paradise for them.

I knew I was being watched when I got closer to the throne room in Sunfury Spire. The guards didn't move, but watched me like a hawk like glare; geez people learn to lighten up. At least the few Arcane Golems I saw roaming around didn't stop and stare. What ever blood elves decided stay around, would stare at me in disgust, curiosity, and even a mix of both. The blood elves were a very beautiful people, like I remember. Their features were like carved marble from various shades of tan and various shades of the rising sun; they held sharp glowing emerald eyes, and all held long straight silk like hair varying from snow white to blood red to black; they all held a grace most wish they could posses. Beauty is only skin deep though, but being a prejudice asshole is deep down where it counts.

Just before I was able to reach the large and lengthy red/gold carpeted staircase to the throne room, a little Sin'Dorei child walked curiously over to me, halting my process... I held my breath as if she could sense my apprehension. Fel green eyes glowed up at me, curious about what I was. Her pale features made her ash colored hair stand out from the rest of the reds and blondes in the city I saw so far.

She stopped next to me and stared up at my face.

"Who are you?"

I heard the question in a soft Thalassian. I smile lightly behind my helm. I bow on one knee to her height and extend my hand slowly. The child smiled widely at me when I revealed the softly glowing Fel Blossom. Her pale fingers grabbed the stem gently and looked back at me in question. I nod letting her have it.

I stand slowly as I watch the guards give strange looks to the child and I... like what they saw was the most bizarre sight ever. I lightly pat the girl's head before she runs off to a beautiful, petite blood elf woman. She looks at me then her child who is happily showing her the flower.

I turn my gaze to the stairs... why the hell must every goddamn city have a steep incline or unnecessary amount of stairs. I climb each step silently, every other stair held a regal scarlet and gold colored city guard. These guys had some serious begrudging stares and the hateful energy made the horde guards at Warsong Gulch seem like cuddle buddies. No wonder the Alliance almost never invaded this place, breathe wrong and you'll get a blade through the chest.

Two guards at the very end of the staircase came to each side of me and watched me closely.

"You are the Alliance Ambassador, correct?" I nod at the golden haired guard as he spoke to me in common; I knew Thalassian from my sister but I'll have a little fun first... I'll just enjoy their accented Common while I wait. They looked to one another and escorted me up the stairs to their leaders.