ShadowWeaver awoke with a start, that same dream kept haunting her. She looked around the room, it was her fathers house. She stretched lazily, and that's when she smelled it, she smelled smoke and her mind flashed to the fact she was in Moonglade. ShadowWeaver leaped out of bed with a scream she ran for the stairs. She had made it half down the stairs when she collided with her father who also screamed. The two rolled down the stairs and landed at the bottom both groaning in pain. ShadowWeaver snapped out of it first and started babbling about Moonglade being on fire when she spotted Solet at a stove and a pile of burnt pancakes. ShadowWeaver sighed in relief and looked at her father whom she was half laying on. All three of them laughed and ShadowWeaver and her father got up off the ground and walked over to the table.
"Solet what on Azeroth do you think your doing, you made me think Moonglade was burning down" ShadowWeaver said. "Oh I was cooking breakfast but I'm not a very good cook" replied Solet.
Vadraden sat at the table "you know I think we need to throw a party"
"A party for what" ShadowWeaver asked.
"Well a certain druid became a Guardian of Cenarius" Vadraden replied. ShadowWeaver's eyes lit up with joy "and then fainted" Solet added with dismay, ShadowWeaver's cheeks went red and she dropped to her knee mumbling.
Later after ShadowWeaver had made breakfast for everyone even though Solet complained that the next batch would have come out just fine,Vadraden began planning for the surprise party as ShadowWeaver had of course declined having one. As for Solet and ShadowWeaver they finally had time to train.
Solet stared at the pot of soil that ShadowWeaver had give her, "what do I do with this" Solet asked.
ShadowWeaver sighed "make the plant grow, like so" ShadowWeaver concentrated on the pot her palms spread out in front of it. The plant instantly shot up in size, it grew into a full sized plant and then bloomed.
Solet stared at the plant that had just grown and then to hers, "sure I can try that". Solet aimed her open palms at tho pot and concentrated, she could feel the life within the tiny seed which she focused on. So the seed let out a tiny nub of a stem, Solet's head started to ache as she continued to grow the plant. It took about fifteen minutes but, she had finally produced a green stemmed plant with two leaves that stood six inches tall.
ShadowWeaver looked at the plant and smiled "you did very well Solet I'm very proud"
At that the offensives druid from the meet scoffed neither of the women heard him come up.
"And what would you know of plant life your a druid of the claw as skilled as you are you are no expert in the natural arts such as healing, growing things, and summoning storms" ShadowWeaver interjected angrily.
"Well I am still a druid and a much older druid than you, you shouldn't even have a student, and your friendship with the other ones that draenei most of all brings shame to us all" the druid retorted.
At that moment Solet and ShadowWeaver fell silent. "Ha nothing to say to that have you, our people should have never joined the Alliance we were better without them but, now we have to share our land and resources with those blue blooded devils".
ShadowWeaver paled and said a prayer to both Cenarius and Elune. The other druid eyed her with confusion then noticed that he stood in the shadows that had not been there a second ago. He slowly turned his head and looked at the figure behind him, just his look it was Vadraden and that damn lover of his.
"Zo you do not like ve draenei on your lond vell zhat iz not for you to dezide now iz it" Sorelenar grumbled in his normally very proper now turning quite angry accent. "And verther more zhat friend ov herz iz my daughter" Sorelenar said glaring down at the druid. "I did not like Stogelm (StagHelm) vor iz ztanze againz our people vhat makes you tink I will zand vor you" he said in the lowest most threatening voice anyone there had ever heard.
The offensive druid skittered away likely to cry and sob in a corner about Velen's people being so mean. "So papa what are you doing here" ShadowWeaver asked Sorelenar?
"I'm ere to help with your zuprize party" he replied with the silliest toothiest grin she had every seen on the face of someone who just scared away a master druid known to turn in to a bear. Vadraden just looked at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world, "you don't understand the concept of a SURPRISE party" Vadraden simply stated, Sorelenar looked at him then thought for a moment "oh my bod" he said with an even sillier grin. For a protecting paladin Sorelenar was a very silly man, though he turned vicious and thirsty for blood the moment he felt like someone was going to get hurt or if you insulted his daughter or Velen.
Though the party was no longer a surprise it was still going to happen. Solet and ShadowWeaver had finished what needed to be done with training and were walking home together. When ShadowWeaver suddenly stopped she mumbled something and the limbs of the trees in front of them shot down into the bushes grabbed the three druids that were hiding there. The three were in fact druids as they all wore the common garb of one, she recognized one as the druid from earlier and supposed the other was his student but, she had no idea who the worgen druid was. ShadowWeaver noticed at the corner of her eye that Solet was backing away. ShadowWeaver turned to her thero'shan "Solet whats wrong"?
"That worgen, shando don't listen to what he says I didn't... I didn't mean to... I..I.I" tears ran down Solet's face as she dropped to her knees. As the other druids looked on with hope that ShadowWeaver would want to know what happened and would let them down. They had know such luck as ShadowWeaver's face and body seemed to contort into something that would very much like to rip their heads off as she said in just above a whisper " you three will tell me why she cries, you will not lie, will tell me everything and she will have the chance to defend herself, and if I find in favor of her and not you, and you still wish to bring harm to her, I will drag all of you into the snows of Winterspring and bury you in the gorge, he me now they will never find your bodies, and if you it necessary to speak of what I say to anyone, before my demise I will hunt you down and murder you all".
The three druids swallowed the lumps in their throats, the worgen spoke first "see master druid your student is wanted for murder it was seen by many witnesses that she slashed out her brother's throat and then fled the area we would have apprehended her sooner but there had been much chaos after our arrival here and we could not locate her".
ShadowWeaver looked at him her scowl and defensive position in front of the sobbing worgen had not changed in the least proving that nothing short of attempted genocide would have changed her stance. "So my thero'shan killed someone did you give her a chance to explain", she looked at Solet then back to the druids "fine she may have killed him but, it doesn't look like she wants to talk right now so when she does I will hear her out and return to you on whether she is guilty or not if she is then do with what you must if not leave her be and do not dirty her name or I will kill you" ShadowWeaver said in the same low dangerous tone only difference this one seemed to say no if, ands, or buts.
The worgen before her jaw dropped and he then glared and turned away, he wasn't going to die for this. As for the other druids glared at him as he left then back at ShadowWeaver and Solet. The druids changed form the one from earlier to a bear and his thero'shan to a large cat, they then charged. The cat was faster and so quickly moved in front of his shando to slash at ShadowWeaver who had also changed form but was instead a large moonkin. ShadowWeaver grabbed the young druid cat as he pounced at her, she grabbed his front legs and spun in a complete circle then back around and released his paws. This effectively flung him in the his slow shando who had just almost made it to them knocking him backward as the strength of a moonkin is nothing to scoff at. Like that the cat was down but his shando got back up and charged at ShadowWeaver again with a cold look on her face she raised her hands just as he was near enough to swat her with his paw. He felt a huge blast of wind and felt his eardrums nearly explode from the preasure. He flew back several feet and as he was about to sit up he felt vines wrap around him and then the true pain started as tree branches slashed and grabbed at his fur drawing blood but most of all was the siring bolts of light he felt pounding into him. As everything went black he saw the cold emotionless look on her face, and he understood she cared nothing for murder it was not new to her for as young as she was she must have fought for most of it, finally he new she was a child of slaughter. Everything went black and he new he was dead.
ShadowWeaver left her thero'shan who simply looked at the bloody mess of a bear and then at her, ShadowWeaver heard her thero'shan ask if he was dead, ShadowWeaver put he hands on his side and shook her head, her hands glowed and that glow spread to the bear-druid lying motionless on the ground. No he would not die today he only needed a taste of her power and it was up to him whether he lived the next time or not.