Zara'Zan was practicaly dragged from the room by Vrel, who took him to a large room with different weapons and suits of armour on pedestal's. "choose the armour and weapon set that suits you, and i will take you to your new trainer. The set you choose will decide what fighting class we put you in so we can asign you to a squad" Vrel said as he made a sweeping motion aroud the room. Zara'Zan looked over the different set's, but couldnt figure out which one would work better. after almost 10 minutes of Zara'Zan checking different sets, Vrel finaly ran out of patiance "WILL YOU CHOOSE ALREADY?" he yelled, making Zara'Zan flinch. suddenly Zara'Zan got an idea. "do i have to choose one set?" he asked. "uggh..." vrel muttered "i guess there's no rule set for choosing" he answered, to which Zara'Zan smiled "great"

-roughly 30 minutes later-

"Now that's definantly different" vrel said looking at Zara'Zan, who was wearing a dull shadowy black set of leather armour, with a bow and hand axe as weapons, and healing relics hanging off his belt. "i think ill call it the Zara" Zara'Zan said with a laugh. "whatever just come on..." vrell muttered with a shake of the dead as he walked into the next room. Zara'Zan followed him through the doors, and into a training hall. "stay here a moment" vrel told Zara'Zan as he slithered into a differant room. a few minutes later, he returned with 3 other naga.

"Zara'Zan meet Skaar of the shadows, Zuel of the forest, and Kess of the light, the most skilled rouge, hunter, and priest trainers that the we have. learn everything you can. you have 6 months" vrel said as he handed Zara'Zan a helmet to wear. a helmet that was made of black diamond's, with no face mask, just two eye holes in the metal, and a terrible curse cast upon it. "this is your new helmet, you'll understand what its for soon enough" vrel said with a smirk as he turned and slithered out of the room. "alright Zara'Zan, put on that helmet and lets start training!" Kess said as vrel walked out and closed the door behind him...

vrel opened the throne room door quitly and slipped in undetected. as he moved to his place at the queen's right hand side silently, she adjusted her gaze slightly so she could see him in her peripheral vision. he nodded slowly with a smirk, to which queen azshara refocused on her council "members of the council, project S has just began" azshara announced. most of the members hissed in eagerness and excitment. "now onto other matters" the queen said to the council "we need to set up a small village in the middle of each of the four islands we rose, and set up a defence of sorts from the tip of the northern island"

-exactly 6 months-

Zara'Zan's eye's opened a split second before his door was forced open by Skaar. "good your awake..." skaar hissed. "now get dressed and run over to the practice arena" he ordered before leaving the room. after he left, Zara'Zan did as ordered, and left the room,making the mile and a half jog to the practice arena in just a few minutes. as he entered, he was suprised to see vrel. "hello vrel" he said as he approached. "hello Zara'Zan" vrel responded. "your 6 months are up, you have completed your training. "6 months? it only felt like a couple days..." Zara'Zan thought to himself as he followed vrel.

after a few minutes of walking, they entered the throne room, where the queen sat with her council...

as vrel entered the room followed by Zara'Zan, the council members gasped. the scrawny small naga boy who had been chosen 6 months ago now had the body of a veteran naga swords man, and the strength of a tauren. where he once had a hand axe clipped to his belt, and a bow on his back, was a double sided battle-axe which he wielded with one hand, and a large golden gun with what appeared to be a trench knife in place of a bayonette. as he looked at the council, he simply nodded. queen azshara gestured to Zara'Zan in elagance "council members i give you the final product of project S, the ultimate naga warrior" she hissed in delight. "and his first job will begin tomarrow morning at 5:00 a:m when he destroy's the makruran settlement on the western tip of the northern island" ...

-5:00 a:m, next morning-

Zara'Zans eyes glowered with hatred as he peered through the bushe's at a group of makruran's that where on gaurd duty at the edge of their settlement. "attack" he whispered quitly to the soldier next to him, who moved away to tell the others. after a few seconds the naga that where ready to attack all let out one loud simaltanious hiss, and attacked in a wave, quickly overwellming the gaurds, and rampaging right into the makruran settlement. Zara'Zan moved through the small city in stealth, hitting every makruran he saw with a quick killing chop from his battle-axe. it was more of a slaughter than a battle, and ended almost as quick as it began. the few makruran's still alive fled in random directions into the weird half ocean plant, half land plant forest that had sprung up around the island's almost making them look ethereal.

"should we give chase sir?" asked a Naga Warrior. "no, they got the message" said Zara'Zan as he sheathed his battle-axe. "you druids" Zara'Zan said as he motioned to 3 naga druid soldiers standing off to the side "teleport back to Nazjatar, and tell the council that the makruran threat no longer exist's." Zara'Zan order, and the three druids instantly teleported off.

As the council recieved the news of Zara'Zan's almost immediate victory, they were overjoyed. "this mean's the rebirthing step was succesfull, and we can finally move on to step 3 in our plan for order" Queen azshara hissed quitly to the council, who all hissed in agreement...