The Frostwolf clan warriors waited for the humans to show. The humans started down the path and were in sight, "Good spot for an ambush." Oigrim informs him. "Our sentries are well place." Durotan informs him, and he locks eyes with Oigrim, "I will go check again." Oigrim informs him and walks off, Durotan them turns back to the human.

The squad walks forward, Trandya smiles and broke off into a cantor, "She the daughter of that orc?" Lothar mumbles, Garona smirks. "He is honorable, and loved." she asks him. Lothar and Llane looks at her, "Durotan knows what he is doing." she informs him, the two look at each other and back forward as they saw Trandya dismount and run at Durotan. He smiles and picks her up, spinning her around and then hugs her.

Trandya and Durotan laugh among themselves as he step her back down, "My child!" he said with such joy, "Father you are alright!" she said with joy as well, "What of mother and my brother?" she asks him, and he chuckles at her. "You need not worry, they are alright… for the time." he answers her. Trandya then frowns, "I wish our reunion was not under such circumstances." she tells him, he nods at her as the others approach them and dismounted. "I need you to listen carefully my child, I fear that the warband is no longer safe for you, your power has grown, I fear of what will happen if Gul'dan discovers this as well." he tells her and she looks at him, "What will you have me do?" she asks of him, and he frowns at her.

"What are they saying?" Llane asks Garona. She listens to them, "He's telling her to leave the warband and to stay you humans instead, he fear if Gul'dan destroy her if he find out that she can destroy him instead." he answers, Lothar looks over at her and saw Trandya hung her head, but then lifts it and looks at him, asking him something. "What is she asking him?" he asks Garona. "She asks him of she can ever return to the clan. He said when the time is right, you will return." she answers them. Then Durotan kisses her forehead and she steps back next to Garona. "I am King Llane. I'm told you to talk." Llane states and Garona translates for him, Durotan licks his tusks, "Ask them if they plan to return to their world." Lothar asks Trandya, she translates for him.

Then Durotan starts to speak in his orc language, "Our world is destroy, there is nothing to go back to." Trandya answers for him, "We are not responsible for destroying your world." Llane states and Garona translates for him. "War with us will solve nothing." he adds in. then Durotan speaks again and jesters to his warriors and himself. "For Orcs, war solves everything." Trandya translates for him. Lothar looks at her and back at Durotan, "Then why is he here?" Llane asks Garona and she translates for him. "To save my people. The Fell takes life from more then it's victims, kills the earth and corrupts those who use it. Gul'dan will poison everything with his death magic." Durotan tells them and Trandya translates for him. "If my people are to survive, Gul'dan must be destroy. In two suns, the humans we have captured, will be used to fuel the portal, if you attack our camp and draw his warriors away. The Frostwolf clan will kill him." Durotan offers and Trandya translates.

"Two days." Llane mumbles and looks at him, "If we do this, you will protect my people until then." Llane states. "I will try." Durotan said and Trandya translates for him. And then an ambush was strung. Making everyone go on alert, "It's a trap!" one of the guards shouts. "Back! To the camps!" Durotan orders and his warriors retreat. The humans mount back up onto their horses, Trandya takes on last look at her father, "Go!" he orders her, she looks away with regret. "HA!" she shouts, kicking her horse and off she went with the humans, "Ancestors watch over her, I fear for her." Durotan whispers and fall back.

Trandya rode along with the human but an orc jumps in front of her horse, scaring it, making her fall off and it the ground. She lays with a grunt and then rolls away as the orc tries to hit her, but misses everytime. She found a spear and shove the bladed end right through his throat and jerks it to the side, slicing through the flesh and he collapse to the ground, dead. Trandya pants and looks up seeing Lothar in front of her, he smirks and held his hand out to her, she takes it and he pulls to to her feet, "Not bad." he tells her, she scoffs and they heard a howl. They both look up and saw Blackhand and someone walks next to him, making Trandya gasp in shock, "Uncle Oigrim… why…?" she mumbles, Lothar looks up at him and back at Trandya, seeing the surprise in her eyes. He then stood in front of her, gripping her arms and shook her, "Trandya, Trandya!" he shouts, snapping her out of it, "Come on, we have to move!" he tells her and grabs her hand and pulls her along as they ran.

Trandya lets go of Lothar's hand, pulls her bow off her shoulder and started to shot her arrows. She then saw one running at Llane, she growls and loaded an arrow. "Dathtala Morrithis!" she shouts, her eyes flash golden, the tip of the arrow glowed golden white and she fires it, it shot out and hits the orc. He shouts out in pain as the Fall magic was drain from him, everyone watch as he was now dead. Trandya gasp in shock and looks at her bow. "How did I do that?" he mumbles and everyone started to fight again. She then ran up to the King and defends him, she then watch as Garona defended the king as well. But then they look up seeing the clouds darken. "Where's the bloody guardian?" Lothar mumbles at himself and saw that his men were in trouble, "Go, protect the king. I got this." Kal tells him and help the me out.

He smirks to himself and then ran over to the king, but saw Trandya jump on the back of the Orc and strangle him with her bow and snaps his neck with it. He goes the ground. She then removes her bow ans ran over to Lothar, "Not bad at all." he tells her and the fight off the orcs as well. But then thunder sounded in the sky and… Bam! A wall of lighting separated one valley from another. "Retreat to the castle!" Llane said and the men started to retreat, but the two remain with a dew men, fighting off the orcs on their side. Trandya shot her arrows at them as Lothar slashes at them. And then he looks up, "Medivh." he mumbles but then looks over, on the other side of the wall was his son being out numbered, "Medivh, take it down!" he shouts, running at the wall, but was throws back. "Lothar!" Trandya shouts and helps him up.

They both stood in front of the wall and Lothar tries to reach out, but his hand was thrown back, Trandya places her hands on the wall and started to push against it, trying to get through. But it throws her back at the ground and a solider ran over and help her up. "Medivh!" Lothar shouts out again and then reaches his hand through, placing it on Kal shoulder, making him look at him, "Hold on son." Lothar tells him. "Dad." he calls out and Lothar was force to return his hand back. Trandya then ran back and tries again, "For Azoroth." Kal said and charges, "Medivh!" Lothar shouts again.

Trandya then pulls back and pants looking at the wall, Lothar then ran over, grabbing one of the Orc's shield and ran at the wall, trying to get through. He saw that his son was now face off with the finest warrior of Blackhand's clan. Then Lothar was then thrown back again, Trandya and a few other ran to him and helps him back up. She then ran back to the wall, placing her boy on her shoulder and watches as the warrior disarms Kal. He went to finish him off, but Black hand stops him, Kal turns to him and lifts him off the ground by his throat. Then Trandya started to pound against the wall. "Blackhand, wouldn't the boy be more valuable if you take him alive! Where is the honor!?" she shouts in orc tongue, banging her fists on the wall. Blackhand looks at her, then at his new claw hand and stabs Kal right through. Trandya gasp and covers her mouth as Blackhand raises him up, Lothar just stood there, shock and now words to feel how he was feeling.

Then Blackhand threw Kal at the wall, he hits it and hits the ground, Trandya falls to her knees, then pulls her hands away and glares at Blackhand who was smirking at her, Lothar glares at him as well.

~8~8~8~

Back at the warband Blackhand walks into the Frostwolf clan; Durotan to move quickly. "You and the baby must leave now." he tries to warn her, but Blackhand storms in their hut and grips Durotan's braid, jerking his head back and the baby cries out, Draka went onto defense mode. "You are a traitor Durotan!" he shouts and Durotan held his hand out, getting Draka to stand down. "No. One who values what we once were, like you use to." Durotan informs him.

"That time has pass. We are but few of the Fell now." Blackhand snaps as the baby continues to cry. "There is still hope, Blackhand, our children." she tells him, Blackhand looks at Durotan and then lets him go, Draka went over to him and he handed Thrall to her and she clams him down. "Do not make me take anymore innocent lives, young Chieftain." Blackhand warns him. And Durotan turns to him, "If I submit…" he starts, and Draka grips his wrist. "Will you let my people be?" he asks him and Blackhand said nothing as he huffs and turns his back to him, the held the flap open for him.

Durotan walks to Draka, "What will I call our son?" she asks of him, he looks down at him, "Gur'kal." he answers and tilting her chin up and he smiles at her, then walks out. Draka was left alone in her hut as sniffles. She has lost her daughter and now… she lost her husband.

~8~8~8~

Trandya steps into the empty tavern, finding Lothar laying on a bar with a cup hanging from his hand, she stood their with a sorrowful look on her face, "I am so sorry, but sorry will not undo the damage I have done." she tells him. He exhales, "Kal's mother, died in child birth. I blame him for it, for years. I'm not going to blame you. None of this was your fault." he tells her and she just looks at him.

He pulls himself off the bar and leans against it, a tear slides down her cheek and she walks up to him and wraps her arms around him, "He was so young." he starts to break, leaning against her shoulder. She then pulls back and cups his face, "In my entire life…" he starts, then grips her hand. "I have never felt this much pain as I do right now." he tells her, she nods at him, "I know how you feel… I was betrayed today by an orc I once called uncle and I have never felt this much pain in my entire life than I do right now." she tells him. He smiles a little and grips her hand in his and press it to his chest, "I guess we're more alike then we might admit." he tells her, she chuckles and then Lothar, then he looks at her, placing the cup down, then cups her cheek she looks at him, but then pulls her forward and presses his lips against hers.

~8~8~8~

Back at the warcamp, Oigrim walks up and saw that the Frostwolf clan was burning and he had to be quick. He walks through the burning camp seeing the Fell orcs killing the strong and took the weak, he then steps into the Chieftain's hut and Draka was outrage with her dagger drawn, "I will bath in your blood." she threatens him, "Maybe, but not now." he tells her.

Then steps to her, "I can't give you long, but I can give you a head start." he tells her, checking outside, then turns back and she presses the dagger to his throat. "For the sake of your son, Draka. Leave now." he warns her, "Did you sell out my daughter as well?" she questions him and he sighs. "No… I never sell out my neacie." he answers her and she cuts his neck and then the string that held her son. He cries out as he fell, but she catches him. Then walks to the wall and cuts it open, Oigrim looks at her.

"You should of trusted in your Chieftain, Oigrim." she snarls at him and walks out and ran into the woods. Then Oigrim steps out as well and watcher run, then he slams his hammer into one of the Fell orcs, knocking him back and kills him.