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Lioness of Stormwind: War of Kings

Chapter 3

**** Lordaeron, Pendragon's Holdings, Stratholme ****

Once known as Darrowmere Forest of Lordaeron, Pendragon's Holdings sat as a bastion for all living Lordaeronian citizens. Surprisingly enough, its name was derived from a southern heroine.

Many of the children after the second war heard tales of the Lioness of Stormwind told as a fairytale, while romanticized retellings of her final stand had been targeted towards adults. There were even trashy romance novels of her and the famous Knight Lancelot. A knight who was said to be too handsome and untamable for any woman, save the Lioness herself. It was quite a popular tale among teen girls and their mothers of Lordaeron.

Among the army, Arturia was considered popular for other reasons. Regular footman viewed her as a good luck charm, while others were enthralled by her skills. Generals from the north had studied her strategies used against the Orcs to great effect. It had even been published and archived in former Capital City.

For a time, tales of the first and second war dazzled a generation of growing children. Of course, that was before the Scourge came and drowned everything under a tide of darkness. The remaining survivors of Lordaeron were beset on all side by undead trying to turn them into one of their ghouls or slaves to the Lich King. They had looked to their leaders, but those in charge had failed them.

With their King dead and their Prince turned traitor, the people of Lordaeron began to cling onto those with power like a lifeline. At first, they flocked to Jaina Proudmoore, daughter of renowned Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, hero of the second war. But she wanted them to abandon their homes and leave for uncertain lands. Some followed her, but most remained. Next, they turned to the Order of the Silver Hand, the powerful organization of holy warriors wielding the Light, believing the paladins could stem the undead tide. It was not only until months later that the people learned the fate of the refugees that went with Silver Hand. The people that fled with the paladins all came back as undead, more zombies for the Scourge war machines.

In desperation, the people of Lordaeron even embraced High Marshal Garithos, a low class Baron. He had inherited his father's army, who had been furthest away when the Scourge had attacked. His greatest achievement was being able to secure an Alliance with the Blood Elves. For a time, it was like the old Alliance again, with several races united against a common foe. Human, Elves, and Dwarves were working side by side to push the Scourge from their lands. Then darkness had gripped Garithos, turning him against his allies. His allies in turn abandoned him, and what was left of his forces were, without doubt, eaten alive by the Forsaken.

All seemed lost until Saidan Dathrohan with Alexandros Mograine, wielding a powerful weapon named the Ashbringer, ground the Scourge advance to a halt, even taking back large amounts of territory conquered by the Scourge. During this time, a newly joined recruit was spotted on the battlefield alongside her father. The sight of Mordred Dathrohan fighting back the undead under her father's banner gave people something to believe in. It did not matter that her sister had been elevated to a mythical status, here was a girl who was of her blood and who looked exactly like her. Mordred Dathrohan proved to be just like her sister through her victories. Undefeated in battle, the Scarlet Crusade pushed back the Scourge further than ever before.

The people of course was enamored with the beautiful blonde, her engagement to Darion Mograine became the most talked about topics among the survivor. Some remembered that Mordred was initially betrothed to Taelen Fordring, before his family fell into disgrace, ending that engagement. It was curious that Renault was passed over in favor of Darion, but the populace were ecstatic about the upcoming wedding between the beautiful Mordred and the youngest son of the Mograine line. It was to be a symbol of hope and new beginnings for Lordaeron.

Unfortunately, that was when Humanity's curse made itself known. The Ashbringer, Alexandros Mograine, was killed. His legendary blade was corrupted and taken by his youngest son, Darion. It was Renault who tried to take his father's place as the next Grand Marshal of the Scarlet Crusade with High Crusader Saidan Dathrohan's backing. It was a terrible loss, but one that the people tried to move on from by clinging to the strong lineage of Mograine, hoping he could be like his father.

That was when Mordred Dathrohan exposed a conspiracy so heinous it shook the organization to its very core. Somehow, she was able to discern that her father had been corrupted by a demon and that Renault had orchestrated the death of his own father! The inner circle of the Scarlet Crusade had not wanted to believe her accusation but Mordred swiftly beheaded her own Father who then morphed into a demon in front of the council. There she slew the demon where it stood with her blade. Afterward she executed Renault for high treason.

Something like that should have broken the Scarlet Crusade. Shamed beyond belief, the members and people who had been under the Crusader's protections lost all faith. That was when Mordred rallied them. In a display of charisma that captivated the people, she went to every outpost and promised that she would take over and succeed where her father had failed. Together with Taelen Fordring, they exorcised the Scourge presence from Tyr's Hand, then from Hearthenglen, before they struck south and took back the surrounding farmland. That was when the Scourge attacked Light Hope's Chapel, the home base of the separate sect known as the Argent Dawn and the Brotherhood of Light. They had been hopelessly outnumbered by the undead from the beginning as an entire army of Scourge bore down on their position.

It was Mordred, with the Scarlet Crusaders, who came to the aid of the beleaguered Argent Dawn. No one was sure of what happened that day save that Mordred's sword cast a powerful spell that destroyed a massive amount of Scourge while the Scarlet Crusaders and the Light Hope's Chapel defenders held the line against the undead. It was said that an explosion of pure light destroyed the remaining Scourge forces, but the battle had never been in doubt. Mordred Dathrohan had saved the Argent Dawn and repaired the Scarlet Crusade's reputation.

From there as more people flocked to Mordred's banner, she took more land. Higher ranking and older men and women began to follow her. But surprisingly enough, no one minded, and any who had plotted against her found their treachery exposed by her, followed with execution by her own hand. Some began to call her the Lioness of the Scarlet Crusade, but she put a stop to those rumors immediately. Instead Mordred did something that was not only bold but it made people acknowledge her. She crowned herself the Red King of the North. People had initially taken it as a joke, but as her land holdings grew and she weeded out the Scourge methodically from Lordaeron, it morphed into something else completely. Pride.

In a bold move that would forever cement her claim, Mordred promised to retake the city of Stratholme. In exchange, the surviving Order of the Silver Hand that once served Lordaeron would have to ally with her forces for the good of the people. The Silver Hand had been skeptic; the girl was not a paladin, a noble lady yes, and the self-styled King of Lordaeron. Yet she had made to retake Stratholme, something that even the Silver Hand had not been able to do. In a display of power, she transformed her blade and took down the Necropolis that served as a connection to the Scourge. Such might stunned both her forces and the Silver Hand Paladin's alike. Then she began to methodically clear out the Plaguewoods before she forced her way into Stratholme City. By the time she had secured a beachhead in the city, the Silver Hand had been won over by the girl and within the month, Stratholme belonged to Lordaeron once more.

Then in a display of foresight that impressed even the craftiness of politicians, Mordred sent word to Stormwind and requested an audience with the Alliance leaders or their representatives under the name Mordred Pendragon. Mordred knew the Stormwind king would not forget a Pendragon. The reason why the Alliance had not sent aide was because they did not know which faction they should ally with.

The Silver Hand, thus far, was the only one to reap the benefit of the southern King with aid from the Alliance. What was said at the meeting, people could only speculate. When everything was done, however, a contingent of druids, a force of Dwarven craftsmen, Gnome inventors, and High Elves were sent to the Scarlet Crusade to the amazement of the citizens of Lordearon.

The paladins and druids then began the healing of Lordaeron. The paladins first purified and purged the land before the druids healed it, restoring the soil's richness. Within a year, the forest began to look green again, the grass began to grow back, and the sky returned to a more natural hue. The lake near Darrowshire went from a tainted green to a clear blue, the meat of the animals they consumed was no longer foul nor rotten. The land under Mordred's leadership was healing, something that no other leader had been able to do before her. Mordred had kept her promise. In exchange however, she was asked by King Varian Wrynn to leave the Argent Dawn alone at Light Hopes Chapel.

Slowly yet surely, the people of Lordaeron who had been in hiding began to go back to their homeland and they all had Mordred Pendragon to thank for it. It was there that the whole of the north began to see her as a true King, when one might think she was a Queen. However she had explained the difference. A Queen aided the King and the King protected and led the people. As a result, she considered herself a King and the Alliance recognized her as one.

Stratholme was repaired under Gnomish and Dwarven craftsmanship, not yet to its former glory, but it was a far sight better then what it was before. It had been four years since Mordred came into power and her forces have been bolstered by three fold. She no longer even called her forces the Scarlet Crusade, stating that it was too divisive. Instead, she named herself the King of Lordaeron until someone she deemed worthy could take the title from her. The broken people of Lordaeron, who had suffered greatly almost overnight, began to take pride in their country and land again. Their Kings had failed them, but Mordred did not and was even repairing the damage done by their leaders. The people began to believe she was blessed by the Light. When she wanted to rename her territory to Pendragon's Holdings, there was no outcry by the people. The Pendragon name was a good one. Politicians and nobles of all sorts came out of the woodworks then with their own militia forces to join up with Mordred. After all, strength in numbers still held true. Yet Mordred had a keen political sense that rivaled even the slimiest of politician. She always maneuvered them to what she wanted and they only got what she conceded to them. No more, no less.

In a grand gesture that moved people, Mordred made her city, Stratholme, the new capital of Lordaeron and from there, on the Crimson Throne, she sat, reading over the latest correspondences from her forces in Western Lordaeron. She refused to call it the Western Plaguelands.

"Have another five thousand sent to Hearthenglen to defend the druids in the farm lands. Take them from Tyr's hand," Mordred, in full red and gray battle armor, ordered as she looked at the map of her land.

"But that would take away from the force keeping the Argent scum in check," High General Brigitte Abbendis, in her crimson battle armor, said to the blonde girl on the throne.

"Careful now Brigitte," Mordred teased as she locked her green eyes on her pretty brown haired general. "You're hatred is showing. Remember, they are the burden we are to carry to continue to get the aide we all so enjoy."

The long haired, pretty woman opened her mouth, as if to speak out in her defense, but a few seconds later, she sighed. "It is as you say Majesty. I just sometime find it hard to fathom that they are working with the horde within our territory."

"Well, apparently you and I are short sighed and can't see the bigger picture," Mordred mocked with a roll of her eyes before she stood up from her seat to stretch her legs. Immediately, the High General and the Oracle stood up to attention, ready to follow their King if she were to go somewhere. "Well their 'bigger picture' had them scrounging around for food and charity from the people for them to get by, while our small mindedness has healed this land. They want to sit in their little chapel and ramble on and on about unity? Let them. They are too honorable to try and attack us anyway. However, if they so much as step a toe out of line, Tirion Fordring or not, I will end them. To put it in my sister's own words, fuck 'em."

High General Abbendis and Oracle Priest Demetria stared at the pretty blonde girl for the comment.

Mordred sweated a bit under their combined stare. "Okay fine, she'd never say that! But I am sure she thought it!" the King of the North defended.

"Uh huh," Demetria said indulgently as she walked up to their King, to pat her shoulder. "Speaking of your sister... Can you imagine being missing for twenty two years?"

Abbendis looked up sharply at the subject. It had been quite the hot topic among the women in the Crimson Legion. The Lioness of Stormwind had become a heroic figure for women in the military, showing that women could be just as good as men, if not better. In fact, the Lioness had, at one point, been the General of Stormwind's combined armies and was responsible for a great many victories. During Abbendis career as a soldier, she had tried to emulate the woman, and now she served her sister!

"No I can't," Mordred said as rested her chin on her fist. "But I do believe today is the day Taelen should be returning, and if we are lucky, my sister with him."

At the pretty blonde's words, the two women, formerly of the Scarlet Crusade, looked extremely excited by the idea. Before the women could start their discussion however, a Crimson Sentry appeared, snapping a salute at his King.

"Your Majesty, Lady Dathrohan Pendragon, Lady Mace, and Commander Taelen Fordring have returned!" the sentry announced grandly as he stepped aside to reveal a gentle looking older woman, a black haired woman, and Taelen.

"Mother!" Mordred squealed, all decorum tossed out the window as the blonde girl ran to her mother and embraced her affectionately. "You've been gone too long. I missed you!"

Igraine pursed her lips wryly and raised an eyebrow at her daughter. "Are you sure it was me you missed or three weeks of no apple cobbler?" Immediately, Mordred stiffened in her arms.

"Of- of course you, mummy," Mordred answered quickly with a beaming smile, though one could not have helped but notice it was a bit strained.

"Uh-huh. You have not grown so cunning that I can't tell when you are lying," Igraine chided her daughter and saw the girl, the King of a nation, bow her head in defeat. Gently, she threw her daughter a life line. "Be thankful that I am a kind and benevolent mother. I have some freshly picked apples form the McClure farm, home of the sweetest and juiciest apples in the land."

Mordred, King of the North, bane of Arthas, took her royal red sleeves and wiped the drool that was leaking from the corner of her mouth. "You. Are. The. Greatest. Mother. Ever. I'll fight anyone who says otherwise," she promised darkly.

"No need to fight," Igraine said, reaching up to pat her taller daughter on her head. Looking around, she spied the other two girls that had been her daughter's constant companions. "Abby, Demi, you are welcome to have some if you want to."

The two high ranking noble women of Mordred court looked at each other before turning to the Pendragon Matron. "Uh. Yeah!" they replied in unison.

Smiling at the girls who began to crowd around her, she turned to look at the handsome boy that had been her protector for the past two months. "And you Taelen, will you be joining us?" she asked.

Taelen gave his former charge a serious look. "My lady, I would fight through Arthas' Scourge for your special homemade cobbler."

"You are so sweet! So when are you and Mordred getting married again?" Igraine teased the handsome boy and saw him blush while her daughter gave the boy a speculative look.

"M- milady, please," Taelen stammered as the three woman before him giggled at his discomfort. On the sheer atmosphere alone, one would not think this was a King's court.

"What? You did have an engagement when you were younger and you have now acquitted yourself well. Your family is no longer disgraced, why not?" Igraine reasoned as she looked at the boy. It was then she saw Gwendolyn's mischievous expression. The poor boy, he was alone with five women. The male sentries had already made a tactical retreat.

Faking surprise, Gwendolyn dramatically added her thoughts to the young man hazing. "Oh dear, don't tell me you are smitten with Mordred's sister!"

"Wh-what?!" Taelen sputtered as he swung to look at Mordred only to see the girl giving him an unreadable look. His fear then doubled as Mordred's two friends, the High Oracle and High General, flanked her and gave him the same matching unreadable look. He shot Lady Mace a dirty glare before turning back to his King. "I am not smitten with anyone! My duty comes first, Milady, and you know this!"

It was Mordred expression that changed first. "You, dear Taelen, are too easily baited by women," she smirked before continuing. "Speaking of women, in all honesty, how was my sister?"

Taelen breathed a sigh of relief as he was no longer the women's source of amusement. "The last I had seen of her she was well. She did not converse with me, and I handed her the letter as you instructed me to," he reported diligently before he pulled out a small plain looking envelope. "Lady Arturia bade me to deliver this letter to, your highness."

Mordred was surprised by the letter. Truth be told, she had wanted to send a group to intercept Taelen for the letter but she really wanted her father-sister... whatever, she wanted her to know. Taking the envelope, she saw the lion seal of Stormwind on its underside, with Latin script addressing it to her. Opening it, she read its content, not caring to see if her two friends were looking over her shoulder. It was in a written language not of this world.

To My Sister,

I write to you now in response to the letter you had written to me. I must admit, it was quite a surprise to find you here on this world. You, who were of my flesh and blood, now share it with me once more. I find I have a hard time thinking of terms to describe my relationship with you. You are my child, I fathered you. Yet you are now my sister and we, as you stated, have the same mother. That makes us family again. I have heard of your deeds in the North. And I tell you now, I am not surprised to hear you have done well. You have always been skilled, that much I acknowledged, even in our old lives.

There is much you and I have to discuss and we will when I come back from my journey into Kalimdor. I have decided to take you up on your offer and visit. I will make a three day stop in your territory before going back to Stormwind.

Arturia Pendragon

"Mordred?"

The sound of her mother's voice finally snapped the blonde King from her scrutiny of the letter, trying to observe any double meanings, yet knowing her father, she meant what she said. Her father acknowledged her as family! Well, sister... whatever.

"Mordred?" Igraine prompted again. The girl had been staring at the letter in her hand for the past few minutes. Based on the script length, it should not have taken that long for her to read, so she was curious as to why her daughter had fallen silent. "Mordred?"

The King in question, with great resolve, folded the letter from the single most important person in her life and put it in her left breast pocket. "I am sorry, Mother. Now where were we? Oh yes, apple cobbler. When can we expect that?" she questioned mischievously, instantly dispelling the tense atmosphere she had radiated moments ago.

Igraine gave her daughter a searching look, but if Mordred did not want to talk about it she would not push the issue. "Well, after I get into my other clothes of course! The finery I have on now would get dirty otherwise," she answered with a soft smile.

"Good! That would give us some time to set up the table. I'll send for Herod and Whitemane, they love your apple cobbler," Mordred said with a grin on her face.

"Oh yeah, Herod would absolutely be enraged if he found that he missed out," Abbendis agreed with a grin. The children of the Scarlet Crusade, before they became the Scarlet Crusade, had all grown up together under the watchful eyes of their fathers, the first generations of paladins.

There was a bond between the first generation paladin that the current generation does not quite share. Mordred, who had been the youngest of the children had taken control of the group from Renault when she became their playmate. In retrospect, it was a blessing. Who knew where Herod, Whitemane and the others would be now had they still followed the older Mograine brother.

It was then a something occurred to her, this was her chance to find out more about Lady Arturia. "Mordred likes sweets and your apple cobbler the most. What was Lady Arturia's favorite food?"

Everyone looked to see a frown marred Lady Igraine face. "Arturia's favorite food was..." she started slowly but was not looking at the crowd that now showed great interest in her answer."... food," she finished.

Everyone in the room blinked at the answer. It was Oracle Demetria who voiced the question on everyone's mind.

"Pardon?" the High Oracle asked and was concerned to see Lady Igraine's frown deepen.

"Arturia favorite food was simply food," Lady Igraine said in frustration. "She thought my cooking was fine, good even. But then again, she would eat anything you'd put in front of her."

"Surely you jest," Abbendis spoke up with a small chuckle. "Every girl has to have at least one food they absolutely love. In my case I love the chocolate from Noble Garden's festival. You can get me to do almost anything for a basket full of those delicious eggs."

Igraine shook her head to refute the brown haired woman's statement. "I once made something bland on purpose and the girl ate it without a word of compliant. In fact she ate so much, I though her stomach would burst from it all," she recalled fondly.

"Hunger is the enemy," Mordred said suddenly before looking sheepishly at her mother who looked at her in surprise.

"Ho…how did you know? That's what's Arturia always said when we fed her, she acted like every meal given to her might be her last," Igraine explained for the others.

"Umm... I use to think the same way?" Mordred replied evasively before shooing her mother into the kitchen.

'Three days, hmm father? What will your verdict on my kingdom be I wonder?'

**** Kalimdor, Darkshore****

As the ship reached Auberdine Harbor, Saber stood tall on its deck and watched the Night Elf of Auberdine with great interest. She had to admit, she did not know what to expect. Maybe something similar to Celtic design, but everything before her far exceeded her expectation. It was as if nature herself had risen up and crafted the village before them. Already, she could see the majority of the inhabitants were the taller Night Elves, with Humans, Dwarfs, and the occasional blue tentacle-faced creature sprinkled among the crowds.

"And we're here m- Highlord Arturia," Bedivere Lakesong announced as the ship finally docked.

Saber had to admit that the ship she sailed on, of Human design, lacked the elegance of the Night Elf ones she had seen scattered about. "Such a small force to protect their coast line?" she asked her former knight

"The Kaldorei lost much of their navies during the war against the Burning Legion, and more against the mad Elf Illidan and his Naga allies," Bedivere answered and saw the rest of the group step onto the docks that drew some looks from the people around them.

High Elves were here in Night Elven territory as Gawain made his presence known. With him were two female High Elves that had stepped in protectively to either side of him and looked uncertainly at the town.

"Why are they looking at me mistrustfully, Lady Lakesong?" Gawain inquired of the Night Elf. It's not that he hated her, but he did not quite believe the Night Elf. Sir Bedivere was a man, the woman before him was almost as different from the stoic Bedivere as possible. She laughed, joked, and smiled with the rest of her force. He had upheld his knightly code for years, why had Bedivere not done the same? Damn the woman who, even now, smiled at him indulgently as if she knew his every thought.

"You still do not believe I am who I say I am, do you?" Bedivere declared softly in an amused tone. "But I don't think I need to prove myself to you. It is only our Highlord that I need to convince."

Gawain was once more reminded of how unlike Bedivere the Night Elf was. Bedivere, the real Bedivere, would care about the opinions of the knights of the round. The Night Elf smiled at him again in a friendly manner as if knowing his current thoughts. "Your ma- Highlord, let us make sure the area is safe."

"No," Saber said as she marveled at the Night Elven race and architecture. "Bedivere is my guide and she assured me we will be safe. Trust her."

Even Saber had to admit that thinking of this feminine Night Elf as Bedivere was strange. Yet here she was in the flesh. It would be rude to think of Bedivere as anything but a woman after she lived for almost a hundred years as such. Gawain obviously had trouble believing, but at the core, Bedivere had always been loyal but solemn, and the quickest to adapt in any given situation. And this Bedivere appeared to have found peace during her long vigil.

"Thank you, Lady Arturia," Bedivere bowed. She had to admit that seeing her King act so casual was heartening. Why, her antics with Lancelot were quite amusing. Sir Lancelot also seemed to have been healed from the mad man she had seen in another life. It was as if being near their King rejuvenated the knight. How foolish were they that the Holy Grail they all sought was right in front of them. Only their own King did not see herself as such.

Saber was so enthralled by the sights that she almost stepped on a Gnome. Fortunately, her instincts had told her a lump of something had crossed abruptly in front of her path. Used to dealing with Humans or bigger, she never thought she'd have to look down as the bald headed Gnome looked highly offended. It did not help that he demanded her to participate in some random experiment in reparation, an experiment that Sir Gawain was opposed to, which showed when he drew Excalibur Galatine.

"Enough," Saber interrupted the Gnome and her knight's bickering. Looking at the Gnome she gave him a courtly bow surprising the little man. "I am sorry if I have offended you, and while I cannot make such reparations for you, I will offer my apologies Sir Gnome."

The gnome jaw dropped before his face turned red and embarrassingly waved off her off. "No, no, no. No trouble at all!" the Gnome replied quickly. The person in front of him was someone important, and he thought it best not to antagonize her. The girl was courteous too, and pretty to boot. No need to make a fuss.

With the situation resolved and Bedivere even giving some coin to the Gnome, they continued to their destination.

Saber continued to follow her former knight to the hippogryph's roost. Another thing that changed during her time away was the common use of flying creatures, such as the bird-like hippogryph, by the races to travel great distances quickly. Apparently these avian creatures had been trained to follow a pre-determined flight and Dwarves used gryphons while gnomes built contraptions made out of wood and metal to fly in. It oddly reminded her of her time with Irisviel and Shirou, where flying machines made of metal were the norm. After another half hour of slow walking to take in the sights, she saw the hippogryph roost with hundreds of the bird-like creatures sitting in their straw beds.

"Elune Adore Flight Master," Bedivere greeted with a bow to the snowy haired Night Elf tending the roost.

"Elune Adore sister," the snowy haired Elven woman replied. "How many will be traveling today?"

"Seven," Bedivere answered. Two of her companions, two of Gawain's and their King who had garnered the attention of a baby hippogryph. The small youngling was cooing at her liege and, to Bedivere's surprise, she saw her King playing with the wild creature. "Highlord, they are ready."

The blonde in question straightened herself immediately and acted as if she never had been playing with the baby bird. Of course, the little creature enthusiastically rubbed its cheek against her plated greaves.

"Where to, Sister?" the Flight Master asked as she marked seven of her hippogryphs off her chart.

"The Moonglade," Bedivere replied and saw the sharp look on the flight master's face.

"That is a druid-only sanctuary unless it's festival time," the Flight master replied and saw the attractive Night Elf before her hand her something. A moment later her eyes widened. This was... "Of course Lady Lakesong, I did not realize. Right this way."

"You are renowned here?" Saber asked her reincarnated knight. Her eyes took in the different figure once more. Bedivere had changed but the core personality was there.

"More as a curious mystery then any real reason," Bedivere answered as she hopped onto the first hippogryph that prostrated itself before her. A moment later her King easily mounted hers, with Gawain and the other two High Elves mounting their own with familiarity as they took off.

The Flight Master watched as her charge left and shook her head. Guardian Lakesong rarely left the Moonglade, but now she was bringing in outsiders. She wondered if Priestess Tyrande knew. Writing a quick message, she sent it to their race leader.

+++++ Three Hours Later ++++

Saber had to marvel at how quickly the creatures had traveled over such a large swath of distance. From what was known as Darkshore, they had flown all the way down to a Night Elven bastion, the last one from what she had been told, called Astranaar. The flight there had been an eye opener for her, even as the wind brushed up against her face. It offered her a bird's eye view of the entire landscape. Such an aerial advantage must have completely changed the nature of war. The view was also nice, the Night Elven lands were majestic, a natural beauty untouched by the hands of men. It also afforded Bedivere and her Night Elven followers to the ability to blend into the surroundings. Fighting them would be hard indeed.

On the way there Saber had noted what appeared to be several empty Night Elven forts, scattered throughout Ashenvale. That was when Bedivere told her of how the Orcs invaded the Night Elven lands and killed the defenders of Ashenvale, cutting down their great trees and even managing to kill their demi-god Cenarius. Truly anything the Orcs touched was destroyed and even now, still maintained a presence here. She had to wonder why the Alliance let the Horde rampage unchecked through their ally's land. However, her information was out of date so she refrained from commenting. She could see from Bedivere's two female companions that the subject matter was a sore point with them.

"Your ma- Highlord, we are now entering the Moonglade," Bedivere shouted over her shoulders. She was pleased to see her King enjoying the beauty of nature that her people had created with Ashenvale.

Saber nodded at her knight and turned to look back at Gawain. The two knights turned Elves could not be more different, Bedivere had always been tall, but she now was much taller than even Gawain, who was even taller in his new body. She saw her knight look at her and nodded in acknowledgment.

Gawain also had to admire the Nigh Elven land, and could see similarities to High Elven structures. However, he still preferred the more civilized aspect of his society to the wild and untamed look of the Night Elves. Looking at his two Lieutenants, he could see that they thought similarly, though it had surprised them both seeing as how this was their first time stepping foot back on Azeroth after two decades trapped on the broken world of Draenor. They were told the only way they would be welcomed back in Quel Thalas would be to pledge their loyalty to Silvermoon, and by extension the Horde. Lor'themar Theron himself had come to convince Gawain and the other High Elves to return under their banner and that their people could not afford to be so divided in the wake of what happened.

Of course what happened was their lands were shattered by the Scourge. Worse still, every time one of their own died, another was added to its already vast force. If only the full might of the Alliance had been there, he was certain the outcome would have been different.

The Alliance that he joined failed, but not because of any outside force. It failed when his people pulled out of the Alliance and two Human nations left in protest of Terena's action. He had shown mercy to the defeated Orcs and kept Doomhammer as an honored guest. That left only Lordaeron and the Dwarves as the real members of the Alliance.

While the Alliance on Outland became a close knit community, Gawain had worried that the Alliance in Lordaeron would not have endured. The greed of men was too obvious and as savvy as King Terenas was, he was no Arthur Pendragon. He was sure, had his King been there, the Alliance would have held. The sheer force of will she exerted was undeniable and the promises she made were always fulfilled even during the uprising of her people. Arthur may have died at Camlann, but he still won the battle and broke Mordred forces, a force that had outnumbered Arthur's own five to one. He had speculated on Britannia's fate now that both forces were gone, but found that as the years went on, he cared less and less. They had abandoned his King, so they deserved their fate. Let the Danes, Picts, Jutes, Saxons, Anglo, Vandals, and Franks come for them. They reaped what they sowed.

Shaking his head again, Gawain mentally chided himself for such thoughts. It was against the code, which now came into conflict with what his King had ordered him to do. She wanted the Gawain of old by her side. He was not sure he could fulfill such a request, but he would try his hardest to see it come to fruition. It was then he sensed a powerful presence that dampened his connection to the sun.

"Do not be alarmed," Bedivere said as the town of Nighthaven came into view. She could feel the presence of Elune's power in the area. For someone like Gawain, who was closely tethered to the sun, it would be as if he was cut off. "It is as it should be."

Gawain nodded, but was still uncertain. He rested his hand on the hilt of Galatine, drawing from its strength. Looking around, he spotted the Night Elven sentries patrolling the area and even made eye contact with one of them in the distance. Before anything else could be done, the hippogryph closed in on its roost and landed. Immediately, he saw himself surrounded by several dozen Night Elven archers, their bows notched, aimed at him and his two Lieutenants.

"Elune Adore Guardian Lakesong," Huntress Malyesh dismounted from her panther, a three star glaive on her arms as she looked pointedly at the Blood Elves in their midst. "You are a welcome sight, daughter but you bring strangers with you. Why is that?"

"Elune Adore, mother," Bedivere greeted the woman who raised her. She then saw that her King was looking impassively at the other Night Elves around her, showing no sign of fear. It seemed that she was still the King Bedivere had served long ago. "Strangers they may be, but they are with me. After all, today is the day I complete my task for Elune."

There was quiet murmuring amongst the Night Elves as they looked at one another. Even Huntress Malyesh looked taken aback. "Your... task... is complete today?" she replied in a surprised tone before looking at the people the Guardian brought with her. "One of them is the chosen of Elune?"

The murmuring from the Elven sentinels got even louder as they started to look at the four strangers in their midst.

"Yes, Mother," Bedivere said with a smile. She stepped aside and flourished her arms to her King. "She is the chosen of Elune."

The murmur was gone completely now, instead the sentinels were openly discussing what had just been said by Bedivere Lakesong.

"A Human is the favored of Elune?"

"It cannot be. Could Guardian Lakesong be wrong?"

"It has been hundreds of years since Elune's Blade has been seen, surely Elune would not favor some outsider."

"If Guardian Lakesong is sure, then today is a momentous occasion indeed."

Saber stood and stepped forward looking at the taller Night Elves in her midst. She would not back down from them, she was no country girl to be cowed. "My name is Arturia Pendragon of Stormwind," she declared as she looked at all the Elves before her. She then gave a soft nod to them. "I thank you and Bedivere for keeping Excalibur safe all these years."

The Night Elves could feel the presence and authority in the smaller mortal girl. Her presence was impossible to ignore, and many of the Night Elves had been among demigods.

"This way," Bedivere said as she walked down the steps from Nighthaven down to the Elune'Ara Lake.

The journey took an hour by foot, but by the time they reached the lake itself, they had amassed quite a following. Almost seamlessly, other Night Elves in the same armor as Bedivere melded out of the shadows and bowed low to Guardian Lakesong.

"Ishnu-alah Sister Lakesong, your presence has been sorely missed," Kalrian, second in command of the Guardian forces announced loudly.

"Kalrian," Bedivere acknowledged fondly. "Tell the others to prepare, today is the day our task is complete."

"Yes, Guardian Lakesong," the white haired Night Elf acknowledged as she left to spread the word.

"Gawain, I ask that you stand over there with the rest of my sisters," Bedivere said, pointing to several thousand Night Elves now standing a respectful distance away with more arriving, seemingly from nowhere.

Gawain noticed the crowd growing, some of them dropping out of the sky, transforming from birds. Narrowing his eyes, he noticed there were some Taurens among their ranks also. Horde? Here? His opinion of the Night Elves present dropped several notches. The people here might be one of the neutral factions the Alliance spoke of but he was still not convinced of their altruism.

Saber watched as Bedivere's group, numbering roughly a thousand, stripped out of their purple battle armor and donned silvery white dresses in front of all present. Looking behind her, she noticed there were very few males, and in fact most of the people in attendance were female. No wonder they did not care who saw them nude. Although with their mode of dress, not like they had much more to go before they were nude.

As if one, the white translucent silvery clothed Night Elves began to surround the lake itself, spreading apart from one another but their intent was clear. They had formed a circle. It was then that Bedivere Lakesong walked toward the lake itself.

Bedivere closed her eyes and knelt before the Lake. Her translucent priestess robe splayed all around her. When she had asked to follow her King, she had not heeded what the Lady of the Lake said. She had been surprised to see herself reborn as a Night Elf, an entirely different species. Yet, though the Lady of the Lake sent her here, she had no control where she would end up. It was Elune herself who picked her and gave her soul an Elven form. It was Elune who gave her as a babe to the Huntress Malyesh with orders to care for her, a charge she took seriously. It was also the same day she was told later on that Elune's light shone upon the Lake and a sword of gold was placed in its body. Many Night Elves, druids, and sentinel searched for the blade but only Bedivere had the instinctive knowledge on how to summon it. As she grew older and distinguished herself, she became known as the Blessed Guardian of Elune'Ara. High Priestess Tyrande had acknowledged her as someone touched by Elune and now she could finally fulfill her duty. Not only to Elune, but to her King as well. It was with that final thought that Bedivere and the other Guardians, who volunteered to help her with her charge, began to sing to the Moon Goddess.

There were no words for Saber to describe the hauntingly beautiful melody that was being sung by the Night Elves. Even the Night Elves that had backed away had joined the ones by the lake in song. She could see no visible instrument yet, there must have been instruments playing as the very forest around her echoed with its tune. How long the song went on for, she could not say, only that when it stopped she found herself extremely disappointed. It was then that Bedivere sung a different song, one which no one else joined.

As if summoned to Bedivere's solo, a beam of pure silvery moon light shone upon the lake. From the lake rose a powerful watery spirit that was shaped like a night elf. And embraced in the water spirit's arms was a sword of silver, gold and blue. Of manifested glory.

The Night Elves that saw the figure immediately prostrated themselves.

Saber saw the spirit embracing Excalibur stay in the center of the lake and understood what she had to do. Without hesitation, she began to stride purposefully onto the lake and was not surprised when the water of the lake supported her.

Gawain had seen many demons, but never a real god. He did not kneel like the rest of the Kaldorei, but he did bow low in respect. His two Lieutenants had already done so of their own volition. They knew on an instinctive level that this entity was responsible for their race creation, a deity they had abandoned.

The Night Elves in attendance knew who the figure in the lake was, it was Elune's Reflection. Now, as they watched as the Human girl walk upon the lake, supported by Elune herself, they cast aside any doubts they harbored. Elune's actions spoke for the Human, the Sacred Sword was for the young mortal.

It was when Arturia finally closed the distance with the watery spirit that Elune's reflection spoke in a language not of Azeroth. "Greetings King Arthur Pendragon of Camelot, High King of Britannia, and the King of Knights in Gaia's Throne of Heroes," she said in perfect Latin.

"I greet you, Elune, Goddess of the Night Elves and Moon Goddess of Azeroth," Saber replied formally. She drew herself to her full height even as the power of Elune washed over the area.

"Vivian, was right about you. So strong willed, you could have saved this world much pain and suffering," Elune's Reflection said, her arms still embracing the Sword.

"So it was you that brought me here," Saber nodded at the confirmation. She'd never forget the warmth and the cascade of silvery lights when she was reborn into this world. "I have to thank you for giving my knights and I a chance for redemption."

"Do not thank me, for I brought you here across time and space for one reason. I had need of your skill in war craft," Elune stated as the water rippled across her body. "I needed you here to defeat the Legions to protect my children. I had sensed Sageras' taint in the Eastern Kingdoms and it was there that I placed you and your great blade, Caliburn."

"Then it shall be done," Saber declared. But she saw the water ripple violently before settling.

"It is too late," Elune replied after a few moments. "My children were slaughtered, their lands still burn from the Legion's taint and they sacrificed everything to destroy one of its mighty leaders. I had not counted on the Bronze Flight's interference."

Saber blinked at Elune statement. "Might I ask why it is too late?"

"The main war is over, this world is exposed to the Legion now, the Dark Portal is connected to Azeroth. The task I had needed of you, for you to be High King of your kind, is no longer needed. The Bronze Flight only saw their way as the correct way. They would not chance what they could not see, that one single ripple can change time as they know it. They chose the surest way to accomplish this task, nothing could be changed," Elune explained as she floated before Arturia in her magnificence.

"So they were the ones that attacked me, removed me from my time," Saber recalled the attack by the Bronze Dragons that stranded her here. "They wanted undead roaming the lands? They wanted Stormwind destroyed?"

"They needed Stormwind destroyed, they felt that Azeroth was too weak to stand on its own and only saw the Legion's ultimate victory," Elune spoke with neither hatred nor malice. "They could not see you, you whose strength of will is unmatched in the cosmos and what they could not account for they would destroy."

Saber balled her hand into a fist. Stormwind, the deaths of her friends, her soldiers, all manipulated for some plan.

"Do not be angry with them, though I'd not fault you for it," Elune spoke after a few moments, interrupting Arturia's dark thoughts. "They did what they thought was right, just as I did what I felt was right. I wagered that you could unite your kind into a force for good. To end their petty squabbles and unite them like you did in your lands. The Orcs would have come, but you would have beaten them back. Your knights would have sought you out, Excalibur would have been yours once more, and an Alliance between your kind and my children would have formed."

"It did happen like that, after a fashion," Saber pointed out.

"That is correct," Elune agreed with a slight nod of her head. "But not in the way I had envisioned. You would have been Humanity's eternal king to stand guard with my children against the Legion till the end of time."

Saber tilted her head slightly. "You realize that as a mortal and even with Avalon, I would die eventually."

"Not if I had tied you into Nordrassil itself," Elune revealed. She sensed the lack of knowledge on the smaller Human and elaborated. "Nordrassil was the World Tree that empowered my children, it granted them immortality save warfare and immunity to sickness and disease. I would have granted you such a gift and let you rule for all eternity, but it is gone now. Many of my children are dead, their might but a shadow of itself, just like Humanity's."

"Then are you saying you no longer need me?" Saber asked in surprise at what the Moon Goddess was telling her.

"I brought you here to divert a great catastrophe, it had happened despite your presence in this world," Elune spoke as she slowly floated even closer to Arturia. "I underestimated the Bronze Flight's need for linearity, their obsession with destroying aberration in their time ways. Now the world has entered an age of chaos, where nothing makes sense anymore. Before, I saw you clearly as a single shining beacon of hope for this world. Now I cannot say."

"Then what would you have me do? I owe you a life debt," Saber insisted as her eyes never left the watery spirit form. She was honor bound to repay the goddess in some way.

"Exactly as Vivian described," Elune said in a pleased voice. "I gave you life here yes, at great cost of my power on a gambit. I lost and my children paid the price. However, though you were brought here for a purpose, that purpose no longer exists. I have no need to set a task for you. I would not even know where to begin. Your life, as you are now, is your own to do with what you will. I only ask that if my children are ever threatened beyond their own strength that you come to their aide. It matters not if you come with an army or alone, so long as you do not let them stand alone, I would consider our debt repaid."

Saber digested Elune's offer for a few moments before looking back at the watery figure. "You would not bind me to your service as is your right?" she asked.

"I have no need to," Elune answered in her melodious voice. "My children are enough, live your life as you please."

Saber then did something she rarely did, she bowed on one knee and swore an oath. "I, Arturia Pendragon, hereby honor your wish. I will not disgrace your gift of this new life and as long as I draw breath, I will always come to your children's aid when needed."

"I thank you King of Knights," Elune replied as she suddenly grabbed Excalibur by its blade and offered it to the blonde in front of her. "I hereby return the blade that had been entrusted to me by Vivian. I also deliver her final words: Arturia Pendragon, live as you always have, and remain true to yourself. Excalibur was and is, now and forever, yours."

Reverently, Saber took off her gauntlets and slowly wrapped both her hands around Excalibur's hilt. As her hand gripped her legendary blade, Saber took a moment to savor the familiar feeling again and pulled the blade to her face. In it, she could see her reflection once more. Unlike Caliburn, which was a ceremonial blade, Excalibur was flatter, its blade wider, its design more simplistic.

"I thank you Elune, Goddess of the Moon."

"I now give you a gift, so that my children would know I favor you as one of them," Elune said softly before her body floated directly into Arturia and submerged the girl into her watery form. The submersion was only for an instant, before the watery spirit backed away to reveal the blonde human. Gone was her Mithril grey armor, and in its place, with the same exact design, was a silver metal one. The old runic symbol on her chest was still there, but on its side, elven runes could be seen glowing. "You can dismiss it at will and equip it at a moments noticed without the need to exert your own mana. It also will help you hide Excalibur so you will not have to sheath it on you at all times."

"I... I cannot thank you enough for such a generous gift," Saber replied honestly as she marveled at the perfectly fitted silver armor. Her old armor was comprised of her own prana, the reason why she wore mithril was because it was sturdier then any metal on earth. It was also magic resistant to some degree, but most of all, during war time, she could keep it on at all time. Now, she had a better version, and it could be dismissed at will, giving her freedom of movement when she wanted. It was an invaluable gift. "Thank you."

The Moon Goddess dipped her head in acknowledgment and before her watery form melted back into the lake. A moment later, the silvery light that had been cast upon its body began to retract back toward the sky. The Nigh Elves looked on in respectful awe as their goddess had held a conversation with someone not of their faith. In fact their goddess spoke in a language no one had ever heard of before. Who was this Human girl?

"Farewell, Arturia Pendragon," Elune's words gently caressed the entire area in Darnassian as she faded away. "I shall watch your deeds with great interest."

And just like that, Saber found herself standing on the lake under the regular moonlight again. Somehow, it was comforting to know that there was an actual deity on that moon. She turned her head to shore and saw a massive crowd of Night Elves had filled the area. Slowly, she strode back to the bank, walking firmly on the tranquil body of water. She knew she should have fallen into the lake, but Elune was apparently kind enough to wait for her to get to ground. It would look undignified after everything that had transpired. Smiling softly, Saber had to admit that the goddess had a knack for theatrics.

The races present watched in awe as the blonde girl walked regally to shore, the legendary Blade of Elune in her hand. Her armor was Elune-blessed of that they had no doubt, it shimmered as if it were kissed by Elune's light.

Bedivere saw Gawain's reverent expression and smiled. Now it was her turn. No sooner had her King arrived back on land did Bedivere kneel before her King. "Your Majesty," she spoke in perfect Latin. "I ask that you take me back into your service. My old oath had bound me only until your death. I wish to pledge my service to you once more."

"Sir Bedivere," Saber replied back in Latin, startling the other Night Elves that were dressed similarly to her former knight. "I am no longer a King, I have no country, and my house is an empty one. Why would you want to serve me? Would you not rather serve Elune or your Night Elven brethren?"

"I care not for that, my King. I have never pledged my loyalty to anyone or any powers here," Bedivere explained to her King. "I have waited all these year to serve you once more. They had called me the Guardian of Elune's Sacred Sword, but did not know its true name. I did not see it fit to tell them. Now that you have retrieved it, I am no longer needed. I wish to serve you once more, my King. Please! My place is, as it always has been, by your side."

Saber made eye-contact with her former knight, and measured her desire with a look. Bedivere, to her credit, never looked away and laid her soul bare for her King to see. Nodding softly, she held the sword in front of her face, its blade reflecting her image even as she did so. "Sir Bedivere, it is your wish to be knighted by me and bound into my service again?" she asked.

"It is, Your Majesty," Bedivere replied reverently. Her head bowed low as she answered.

"Then Bedivere Lakesong, Do you pledge yourself to me, to uphold the code of the Round Table? To defend the weak against the strong, to protect Azeroth from all who would do it harm?" Saber asked as she looked down at the kneeling Elf that was still tall, despite the position.

"I do, Your Majesty," Bedivere answered without hesitation. Her heart was hammering in her chest. It was as if she was a mere country knight again and meeting Arthur for the first time. She was over three hundred now for Elune's sake!

Raising Excalibur high into the air for all to see, she spoke some familiar words. The words that bound them to her. "Then, I, Arturia Pendragon, King of Camelot and High King of Britannia, now take you into my service until I release you or upon my death," She then took the legendary sword and knighted the Night Elf in front of her. "I now knight you, Sir Bedivere Lakesong of the Moonglade. I shall depend on you like I have done in days past."

The feeling of elation of being knighted again as she felt the blade touch her shoulders was indescribable. She had waited so long and now she was once more a knight of the round table. It did not matter if her King did not have a kingdom to her name or if her title did not count on this world. Bedivere knew that she belonged at her King's side and she would never leave her.

"I am honored, Your Majesty."

"Rise Bedivere," Saber ordered and watched as her knight complied. Placing a hand on the Night Elf's shoulder she pulled the taller woman down to within earshot and whispered words for her knight alone.

"Thank you, truly, for completing the final task I entrusted you with my most loyal knight."

With that, Saber released a stunned Bedivere, who was rooted in place at her King's words. Her king had remembered her final service on her old world and acknowledged it.

"Guardian Lakesong?" Kalrian, second in command of the Guardians of Elune'Ara, came up to her leader. A leader whose eyes appeared to be slightly misting over. "Are you okay? What was that all about?"

"I believe this is the happiest day of my life, Kalrian," Bedivere replied with a smile. "Now that my job is now over, I have pledged myself to Arturia Pendragon and bound myself to her. You too are now free of all obligations, perhaps you would join the Sentinels?" she teased.

Kalrian looked at her superior oddly before she replied. "Don't you know Guardian Lakesong? "Whoever wields the blade, we would follow. And as our leader, whom you serve we would also serve. The two goals coinciding just makes it easier for us," she stated in a serious voice. "Do you think she would take us?"

"But, our sect numbers over a thousand. You mean to tell me they will all be following Highlord Arturia?!" Bedivere asked incredulously.

"Yes and any family they might have, we have pledged ourselves and have awaited this moment with you for a long time. We are not about to let our journey end here," Kalrian answered firmly. "Do you think you can teach me the words to pledge myself to your King?"

Bedivere was stunned by her second in command words. "How did you..."

"I have been having visions of such a figure for a while now, I guess Elune granted me these visions. In that vision, in a strange land, the Golden King fought any who might dare oppose him. It is not coincidence that the Golden King happened to look like her. If you find her worthy to serve under then so would I," Kalrian explained plainly. Then she looked at the expression on her leader's face. "If it helps, it seems that you and even the High Elf there are trying to keep this a secret. I think I am the only one that knows, and I will keep quiet."

Bedivere had to laugh, found out already. Sighing, she patted her second-in-command on the shoulders. "Okay, I will teach you the words, but you have to mean it when you say it. To not do so is a grave insult, understand?" She looked into the younger Night Elf's eyes to be sure of her understanding of the gravity of the situation.

"Of that you need not worry. I do not bind myself to anyone lightly," Kalrian said before she walked away from her superior. They needed to pack up their faction and leave with Highlord Arturia.

Shaking her head, Bedivere was about to catch up with her King, who was simply looking at the assembled Night Elfs impassively, when a group of hippogryphs arrived in the Moonglade. It took the former Human turned Night Elf a second to recognize the figure, but when she did her eyes widened. Tyrande Whisperwind was here!

++++ Eastern Kingdoms, Deadwind Pass ++++

Lancelot beheaded the last of the attacking Ogres as he surveyed the battlefield. It was laughable, the Ogres that were here only numbered in the hundreds. After their long march, killing every creature in their way, they were close to their destination.

Behind Lancelot was the entirety of the Brotherhood Knights augmented by the Lioness' Pride finishing up the rest of the giant creatures in the Ogre Mound.

They had several objectives they needed to carry out as per their commander's order.

Suddenly, Lancelot felt rejuvenated, as familiar golden light washed over him. Realistically, he didn't need it but Tiffany was leaving nothing to chance. "Thank you, milady."

The smile must have done something to the cler-no, paladin, as she lowered her head and blushed.

Not for the first time, Lancelot wished he had been able to go with Gawain and the Night Elf. He still found it hard to think of Bedivere as a female Night Elf. What madness was this? At least Gawain, despite being an Elf, still retained much of his features. Bedivere was completely different, and in a body like that, it was borderline criminal. Still… his King gave him his orders, and he would see them through.

"Sloppy, very sloppy," Alice said from next to Lancelot as she looked at the dead Ogres' camp. She too, had been transported, along with the rest of the conjurers under her command. At the time, with the mysterious deaths of so many mages, promotions were given out quickly. As such, Alice found herself thrust into a position of command that she had not quite been ready for. Thankfully, Arturia had helped ease her into such a role and never asked for more than she could do.

Now, after two years of hard fighting under Arturia, Alice Winterbloom could definitely say she could throw down with the best of mages. Still, the Ogres she faced during the war had been a lot more organized than this. These were only a mere rabble as far as she was concerned.

The army quickly got back into formation and marched to their destination.

Karazhan.

To the Brotherhood, it was their home. For the conjurers, it was more than a home, it was the only home they ever knew, and they found out the mages of Dalaran now held dominion over it. That they were trying to pry secrets from its secretive walls. THEIR secrets. Worse still, adventurers had been able to get inside the Mage Citadel thanks to the Bronze Dragons and looted the place.

But Karazhan held many secrets, and not all of them were in plain sight. No there are certain locks and safeguards known only to the conjurers and the Brotherhood themselves.

"There!" a Brotherhood Knight exclaimed as he made out the tower in the distance.

After another hour of marching, they were greeted by a small contingent carrying the Dalaran banner as they approached the tower itself. The size of the force brought to bear before them clearly had some of the violet robed mages and knights unsettled.

Lancelot raised his hand to signal the army to stop and was pleased to hear the sound of metal boots ceasing in unison.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Archmage Alturus of the Violet Eye and mage of Dalaran asked as he eyed the procession. Some of the motifs on their armor looked familiar.

Lancelot looked at the mages before him and the knights that had made their camp around the area. "You are the mages that have been trying to unlock Karazhan?"

The Archmage looked surprised and slowly nodded. "Yes we are. Are you here to help as well?"

"No," Lancelot said flatly before raising his voice. "Effective immediately, anyone found inside and within the vicinity of Karazhan who isn't a mage of Karazhan or a Knight of the Brotherhood will be killed on the spot."

"You can't do this! What are you what right do you have? Dalaran will not stand for this!" Alturus sputtered in indignation.

"As residents of Karazhan. That gives me the right to eject all home invaders," Lancelot replied and saw the ripple of shocked disbelief before the assembled group. "That is right, this tower belongs to the Conjurers of Karazhan."

"What?!" Alturus yelled shocked at the proclamation. No mages of Karazhan survived the first war!

Lancelot merely looked at him coldly. "You have been evicted. Leave. Now."

Within half an hour, Karazhan was cleared of Dalaranian presence. No doubt they would hear from the mage city again, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that they had a base of operations.

The first part of his King's orders had been carried out. But now, to clear out any stragglers inside.

TBC...

AN: If anyone is curious, the song sung was called "Nightsong" I quite like that elven song. Has a certain majesty to it all. And now for the note!

Excalibur's back and the world will tremble! I figure since Elune is a moon goddess and Saber had always been touched by the moon as said in FSN wiki, the two goes together like bread and butter. Now we all know her original plan for Saber but it doesn't matter anymore. Not in the Age of Chaos. So a High King of the Humans combine with the Night Elves would have beaten the Legion back or a very high chance of doing so.

Also, yes, the Bronze helped Dalaran and adventurers loot Karazhan. :D The price you pay of course is helping Medivh open the Dark portal and help bring the Orc army over ^_^.

So, this will be the final chapter since I now deserve a break:D Been working in this project week in week out, checking and double checking. Hence the face update but the high burnt out rate also. Thankfully patch 6.0 and Warlords of Draenor is coming out so it'll be a nice little break ^_^.

Pertinent Info:

Trash Novels- Yes, there are smut novel all over WoW. In fact you find some on your adventures and thanks to Warlords of Draenor, they will now have illisturation. So smut of Lancelot and Saber "fanfics" are out there. Lots of "bosom heaving" type of deal.

Pendragon Holding- Renamed from the Eastern Plaguelands. Was once known as Darrowmere Forest because it got corrupted by undeads.

Nighthaven- Actual Night Elf town in Moonglade. Neutral Territory

Scarlet Crusade- So we come to it at last! They were a fanatical group that was really large and had representatives all over Alliance land. They turned out to be corrupted by a demon and you actually kill them all in WoW. Their intention was good, they were just used for their own end.

Argent Dawn – They were members that originally broke off from the Scarlet Crusade due to their more fanatical nature. They decided the best way to do things is to combine all the races into one. They were however much smaller than the Scarlet Crusade. Their original base consists of a small camp in the Western Plaguelands and Light's Hope Chapel. That's it.

Silver Hand Paladins- This was the Order that was created to match the Brotherhood of the Horse. They were wrecked severely by Arthas. In fact he killed a lot of them but they still endured. They originally worked with the Scarlet Crusade but Dathrohan pushed them away so he could control the Scarlets better. Then they were combined later with the Argent Dawn by Tirion Fordring.

Abbendis- Actual WoW character, part of the Scarlet Crusade – Dead in WoW

Orcale Demetria- Actual WoW character, part of the Scarlet Crusade- Dead in WoW

Taelen Fordring- Actual WoW character, part of the Scarlet Crusade – Dead in WoW

Whitemane- Actual WoW character, part of the Scarlet Crusade- Undead in WoW

Herod- Actual WoW character, part of the Scarlet Crusade – Undead in WoW

Dalaran- Mage city to the North always envious of the knowledge of Karazhan. Was looting it during WoW expansion The Burning Crusade.

Little Glossary on Mordred's background growing up.

Due to the close friendship between Tirion, Dathrohan, Uther, and Alexandros. Mordred was betrothed to Tirion's son since she was born. However, when Tirion fell out of favor with the Alliance and was disgraced. Mordred's engagement was then moved over to Darion Morgraine, youngest son of Alexandros much to the jealousy of Renault, Alexandros oldest son, for being passed over.

Mordred grew up with the first generation of paladin's children, Whitemane, Renualt, Darion, Herod, and others since. It was a tight circle of friends.

As always, C+C welcomed, reviews appreciated!