I don't own Naruto or World of Warcraft yet if I did I would no doubt have had this made into an anime already.

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Princess Kira Wrynn was bored.

Very bored.

She was sitting on her bed in the palace of Stormwind, gazing out the large window on the great city. She found herself doing this often, simply because she had nothing better to do.

The castle had become boring to her.

This wasn't surprising, seeing as how she had inhabited it since she was born, and throughout her thirteen years of life she had explored practically every nook and cranny of it. When she was little, it was not an uncommon site to see her and her handmaid, Kylia, sneaking through the corridors, or pilfering loaves of bread or pieces of chicken from the kitchen. Kylia had usually been an unwilling accomplice in the escapades, and every time tried to talk Kira out of it, but when she couldn't, went along to make sure she wasn't hurt. This usually ended with both of them being caught, generally because of Kylia's clumsy nature. Kira knew the girl always meant well, but she couldn't move a foot without bumping into something, or tripping over another thing, or knocking something down.

Kira smiled as she remembered those times.

Back then, everything was simple, and she never worried about what she did. She had had all the innocence and playfulness and child should have. She had been invincible.

But, as she grew, she began to listen, and the sense of invulnerability had begun to fade. It first began with her hearing the stories that the guardsmen told in their mess hall, which she had frequented when she was child, despite her father's obvious displeasure at her doing so. The stories at first seemed like distant, worlds away problems, which you would never believe could happen to you. You would be sympathetic, but just brush it off later, worrying about your own life.

Then, one night, she heard that the family of one guardsman had been butchered in their house. Eaten alive by the monstrous entities that plagued the north to this very day.

The Scourge.

She had gone to her father that very night, in tears, and told him the story she had heard. He had of course, heard it before, but when he found out his daughter new of it, he knew he had to explain.

That was the day her innocence had begun to die.

She had been just over seven years old at the time.

Shortly after, her father had gone to the ancient archbishop, Benedictus, and requested that he begin to train her. The old man had heartily agreed, and soon after Kira had begun the rigorous and taxing training to make her into a Priestess.

Just like her mother.

At that point, Kira was broken out of her musings, by a knock on the door. She turned swiftly, and saw Kylia enter the room, a tray bearing bread, milk and cheese in her hands. Kira smiled at her handmaid and best friend, and spoke,

"Hello Kylia." The small, dark-haired girl smiled at Kira, and set the tray down on the bedside table, near where Kira was sitting. Kylia was thin and quite pale, which accentuated her pitch-black hair and soft, blue eyes. She was in almost stark contrast to Kira herself, whose skin was tanned bronze, and whose hair was a shade of brilliant golden blonde. Her eyes were a striking violet, which her father said she inherited from her mother.

"Good day, my lady." She responded, demurely. Kira rolled her eyes, and said,

"We're best friends, Kylia, you'd think you'd be able say my name at this point." She picked up a piece of bread, slapped a piece of cheese on it, and began to eat. Kylia, meanwhile, blushed and looked down.

"It would be improper, my lady," she responded. Kira snorted, but said nothing as she ate. She gestured for Kylia to join her in eating, but the girl declined, saying that she had already eaten.

When Kira finished, Kylia spoke once more.

"His holiness, Archbishop Benedictus wishes to see you, my lady." Kira looked surprised, frowning as she said,

"Why? My lesson isn't until tomorrow…" she looked at Kylia, who shrugged embarrassed, and said,

"I am not privy to his holiness' thoughts, as you are, my lady." Kira smiled, and stood, preparing to follow the smaller girl out.

"You should be glad of that, Kylia," she said laughing. She then walked past Kylia as they entered the corridor, and as she walked away from her room, she called over her shoulder, "You'd better start calling me Kira, or I'll have to burn it into your brain myself."

She walked away, smirking as she thought of the smaller girl's reaction.

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Archbishop Benedictus was not the kindly old man you would expect him to be.

He stood tall, even at the age of one hundred and four, without any of the signs that usually accompanied old age. His shoulders were as broad as a soldier's, he did not hunch over, but stood up straight, and his wrinkled, weathered face had every year etched into it. His eyes were a piercing gold, and he wore robes to match them. His hair was whitewashed with age, and he had a trimmed, dapper beard. He was an impressive figure to behold, and it was impossible to not notice when he entered a room.

He was not an unkind man, merely wizened and humbled by ages of war and death. Yet despite all that, he had a powerful spirit, and the people of Stormwind looked up to him as much as they did King Anduin himself.

He also had a rather strange view on women.

But that shall be explained later.

Kira entered chapel, and she was instantly aware of the ancient Priests' presence. It was a bond that they shared, and had shared since the first day he started to train her in the arts of the Priesthood of Stormwind.

The chapel she stood in was one that Benedictus had added in the years following Kira's training. It was designed so that she didn't have to cross half the city to enter the Great Cathedral, and allowed them to study in peace, without the interruptions that the Cathedral would certainly bring.

Kira walked towards the place where she new the old man would be, at the altar, likely reading some sort of manuscript. Sure enough, as she walked down the aisle, she saw a crop of gold up near the great stone altar, and hurried up, ready to announce herself.

Then she heard the snoring.

Sweat dropping, she walked up to the unconscious priest, who was slumped in his chair, a large book lay open in his lap, and he had a contented smile on his face.

Well, she thought, shaking her head, he is old, so this isn't surprising… She suddenly got an excellent idea for a prank, and with a grin, she searched the altar for a pen. Finding one, she dipped it in the ink it came with and made her way to the old man, grinning.

Inches away from the Benedictus' face, his eyes shot open, and she dropped the pen in surprise.

"I wasn't born yesterday, my dear." He said, yawning, before fixing the girl with his penetrating stare.

Kira flushed a little, and then muttered, "I'll get you yet, old man."

He chuckled, then stood up and stretched, before replacing the book on the altar, and returning to his seat.

"I suppose you are wondering what on earth you are doing here on your free day, correct?" he asked.

"Correct," she mimicked.

"Little snot…" he mumbled affectionately, before speaking again, his face serious. "I called you here because I feel that a great change is coming, one that will involve you, Kira. I am not here to mince words, so I will get to the point, if anything changes in the near future, such as the arrival of someone, or something, do not be afraid, it is there to help. Second, be wary of your father, and do not speak to him of the matters we speak of here."

Here, Kira frowned, and said, "Why, father would know what to do about it, wouldn't he? He needs to know anything that could be beneficial in the war…doesn't he?"

Benedictus sighed; he knew perfectly well of the devotion Kira had to her father, since her mother had died when she was only a toddler. Getting her to keep a secret from her father was incredibly difficult, and the King new as such. Anduin had never really trusted Benedictus', as in the king's youth, the Archbishop had staged a small coup, that had displaced the King's guardian, High Lord Bolvar Fordragon, for a small period, as he had believed that the fool wasn't doing an adequate job in keeping the people of Stormwind protected. After the coup had been defeated, and Bolvar had returned to power, Benedictus' hadn't been punished, but afterwards, Bolvar had likely filled King Anduin's head with foolish tales of how the ancient Archbishop couldn't be trusted. When King Anduin had taken the thrown for himself, he rarely had consulted Benedictus, on any sort of matter, and only after High Lord Bolvar had died in the service of protecting Kira's mother had the King begun to trust him again, likely out of necessity. The old man knew that the king made Kira speak to him of every thing she learned, probably under the pretense of sounding interested in his daughter's training.

Shaking his head, Benedictus looked her square in the eye, dead serious. "I believe your father may play a large part in the upcoming change as well, I'd rather not let this change be a negative, for him or for you. Therefore I would like to keep it a secret from him, if only for now. Can you do that?"

Kira looked torn for a second, but sighed and nodded.

He smiled, "Good, now, tell me, since we last met, have you met a boy that you like?" he asked grinning slyly.

Kira blushed fiercely, and snapped, "No! Why are you asking me that anyways?"

The old man laughed, then schooled his features once more and said, dead seriously, "If you meet a boy early, then the chance of you becoming a serpent-like harlot are greatly lessoned, you'd best remember that."

Kira scowled, and new that Benedictus' saw this in every woman. Kira had no idea why he viewed women as both "snake-like" and vile, but with the exception of her mother, and herself (though he argued that she was still a girl and could be saved yet), he never had a kind thing to say about women.

Benedictus snorted at her scowl before saying, "Now, let's get in some studying shall we? You might as well work since you're here."

Kira muttered something, but took up a chair, and began to listen.

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Naruto was dead tired as he trudged through the forest, traveling along the road, which supposedly led to the great city of Stormwind.

If it's so great, then why is it in the middle of a goddamn forest? He thought annoyed.

He had been traveling for almost two days, and even at shinobi speed, it was quite the journey. He had no idea how far away it was, but it had to be quite the distance if he still hadn't reached it. He hadn't met much on the way that had posed a threat. He had come across a couple of wolves that scampered off when he approached but otherwise he had encountered nothing.

He was both grateful and angry for this reason.

On one hand, he had no idea what the creatures in this world were like, and if they were anything like those furbolg, then it was a blessing that he hadn't met anything else.

On the other hand, he was bored to near tears.

The day passed on, and as darkness approached, Naruto decided to stop for the night, settling down in a tree near the road. He ate some bread that had been packed into his things, sipped some water, and then settled down to get some sleep.

And sleep he did.

At least until, about an hour before dawn, he awoke to a strange sound.

A sound that sounded not unlike laughing.

The pitch was quite high, so it was somewhat of a girly cackle, rather than a full-blown guffaw. He then began to hear the rustling of bushes as they brushed up against something, or rather, something brushed up against them.

Whatever it was, he could hear several of them moving.

He tensed, all grogginess gone, and stood up peering down through the branches to the ground. He saw several dark shapes moving at the base of the tree and near the road. They were circling the tree, pausing every once and a while, and Naruto could hear the telltale sniffling of an animal.

They were predators searching for something.

Me most likely. He thought, drawing a kunai. But he then grinned, finally, some action!

Naruto jumped.

He landed right at the base of the tree, right next to one of the shadows, and slashed it with his kunai. It went down with a squeal, and instantly the others turned towards Naruto.

In the pale moonlight, Naruto could finally see them.

They were small, but not the most pleasant looking creatures. They had dog-like faces and snouts, brownish fur covering their bodies. They were covered in small, black spots, and shaggy black hair sprouted from their backs. Some wore ripped trousers, and carried small weapons, such as daggers. Others simply bared their teeth, and raised their clawed hands, giggling in anticipation for a meal.

Naruto grinned, an excited rush running through his body. He could feel the Kyuubi eager for battle as well.

He wasn't going to disappoint.

One of the creatures shot forwards, raising a rusty knife as it went. It struck out at Naruto, who dodged easily and drove his kunai into the creatures' stomach. He spun as another attempted to claw him from behind, and slashed its throat, spilling its blood out onto the ground. He leapt upwards, avoiding several more strikes and landed on the underside of a branch, using his chakra to stick to it. Then, he ran through a string of hand seals, and sucking in a large breath, he bellowed out, "Katon: Goukakyuu (Grand fireball) no jutsu!" He exhaled a massive ball of fire, which flew into the mass of dog-creatures and exploded, sending them flying. Some got up, others remained on the ground, never to get up again.

The surviving ones, instinctually knowing that they stood no chance, began to flee, but Naruto decided to not give them the chance. He summoned a large group of clones, which bounded off in front of the fleeing creatures, cutting them off. The beasts fought fiercely, cutting, clawing, biting, and bashing clones as much as they could, but Naruto and his clones quickly overpowered the creatures, destroying them utterly.

Naruto returned to his tree, a whole lot happier.

He didn't go back to sleep, and left soon after breaking his fast.

He vowed to get to Stormwind that day.

He left, moving through the trees at a quickening pace, leaving the dead bodies of the creatures behind.

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Really sorry about the wait, I was gone all of July, and I had other things to do the rest of time, and I'll admit that this is hard to write, because I find it's hard to write things other than action.

To answer some of the reviewer's questions, here's teen-idol and whore Paris Hilton!

Hey everybodie! it's paris hilton here, like, answering some of, cough cough, yer revuews!

Occisor- like, general grievous, like, plays on the, um…Burning Blade server, Horde side, and his caracters name is um…Myrdraxxis, a rogue.

Dairokkan- oh yeah, he's um, like cough cough (drinks some more booze, and adjusts her slutty outfit to look more slutty). Going to be um…meeting lots of heroes and bosses…like to um… name a, like, few: ( to those who have never played WoW, ignore this) the Lich King, Onyxia, Nefarian…etc. they will, all, um…like have there…own um like story arc…umm kay.

Let's hear it for Paris Hilton, the stupid, spoiled whore!

As for pairings, they will be much later, and I am planning on a threesome of Naruto x Sakura x Kira. I don't know why I am doing a threesome, but I think I can pull it off, and those are the only pairings I have planned as of yet.

Read and review, and I'll really try to get the next one out much faster. I apologize again for the wait, and the shortness of my chapters, I wish I could write long, epic ones, but I think I might have ADD or something.

-General Grievous.