Sorry it has taken me so long to get this out to you guys.

But you all already know my usual excuses by now anyway so...ON WITH THE SHOW!

the frozen wastes of Northrend...

Northrend, home of the Scourge and it's hordes of undead loyal only to the Lich King, had been for the past twenty years a barren wasteland, swords, axes, shield, maces, and arrows were frozen into the ice, bodies laid frozen in the permafrost, and once one got past the bodies they would find themselves at the shattered gates of a castle made entirely of ice. After many twists and turns they would find themselves in a great hall and before a ornate throne made entirely of the same ice as the castle, and upon this throne,also incased in ice, sat a tall imposing figure wearing a tri-horned helmet that cast his face in shadows, save for two etheral eyes that were dim at the moment, showing that the figure was either asleep or unconcious. Suddenly the figures eyes lit up to almost blinding ethereal blue and the ice incasing the figure began to crack, starting with small cracks no bigger than a human hair then the cracks grew and grew until the ice that had once incased the figure exploded outward.

"The Lich King lives," the figure, now identified as the Lich King, shouted his hands balled into fists and his arms parallel to the floor. Outside the castle the corpses of the dead began to stir as if new life had been breathed into them.

In Dalaran...

Varian Wrynn stood before the Council of Six, knowing full well why they had called him here, the fact that it had been mere months since he had announced that he had made peace with the Horde and only a few days since he started sending them supplies to help on the joint expedition to the Morrowlands was a testament to how pissed off the Council was, and they just had to invite every important diginatary from the other members of the Alliance races and even the head of the Red Dragon Flight, Alexstrasza the Life Binder, and Ysera the head of the Green Dragon Flight and Mistress of Dreams themselves too.

'Bureacrats,' Varian thought, 'they sure do know how to get the ball rolling when something threatens them.'

"Varian Wrynn of Stormwind City you stand before this council and your peers accused of the crime of high treason," announced one of the council, "How do you plead?"

"If it is a crime to honor a dying wish from a friend then I plead guilty," Varian announced, his head held high as he stared at each member of the council in turn.

"That is not what you are on trial for," said a female council member, though the robes made it difficult to tell who was who until they spoke, "although seeing how you and the barbarian Thrall are the only ones who seem to know the contents of this so called promise to our late Archmage renders your whole testimony inadmissable."

Varian groaned to himself, already getting the feeling that this was going to be a long, make believe trial, with a hangman's noose waiting on him when it was over.

Meanwhile with Alexstrasza...

She was Alexstrasza the Life Binder, the Leader of the Red Dragonflight and beside her sat Ysera, Mistress of Dreams, and leader of the Green Dragonflight and together they beheld the trial, if it could even be called that, of Varian Wrynn, leader of the humans. Sighing she watched as the farce that the Council of Six called a trial continued, with Varian trying his best to offer up a defense, and the council brutally using every legal loophole and trick in the book to shut him down. Sighing she pinched her nose with a gauntlet covered hand, appalled at the way the council was treating someone who, until a few months ago, they had declared a hero. That's when she felt it, two great surges of power one of them being like the smoke of the Goblin machines, thick and choking, and filled with the sole intent to watch the world burn and the other was warm and inviting, like a fire blazing in a hearth at home after a long journey, and she felt safe like there was nothing that could harm her. Looking over at her brood sister, Ysera she noticed that she felt it too and was staring to the west, in the direction of Kalimdor and the Morrowlands.

"Even the Mistresses of the Dragonflights turn their backs on your pitiful attempts at a defense Varian," declared one of the Council of Six, the smug expression that was doubtless on his face evident in his voice. Meanwhile Varian looked at Alexstrasza and Ysera in shock, thinking that they were forsaking him, it was at that moment the doors to the chamber flew open and Thrall entered, his hood down revealing his snow white hair and a snarl marring his features. As soon as he walked in he saw that the Queens of the Red and Green Dragonflights, Malfurion, Tyrande, and Velen were all staring to the east.

"What's is it," Thrall asked, wondering what could have garnered the attention of the most powerful magic users in the Eastern Kingdoms

"There's been a awakening," Velen answered.

"Reach out with your senses Thrall," Alexstrasza commanded, her highs fixated on the horizon. Making a noise somewhere between a growl and a hum, Thrall reached out to the spirits of Nature and that's when the sensation hit him like a rampaging Tauren, he felt them too.

"I feel it," Thrall stated, sensing two being of immense power. Meanwhile, if any of them had been paying attention to the Council members they would have seen six looks of confusion on their faces.

"Orcish lies," One of the council members shouted, trying to get attention back on them and the make believe trial.

"You would doubt the word of the Queens of the Red and Green Dragonflights, the Priestess of Elune, the Prophet of the Draenei, and The Night Elf Archdruid, along with the most powerful Shaman of our age ," Varian asked in indignation.

"A cheap orcish trick," shouted a female council member. It was at this moment Vereesa stepped forward and glared at the council.

"No orc, even with the help other mages, could conjure a illusion powerful enough to fool all of them," Vereesa stated, glaring at the council. Sputtering the Council immediately called for a recess, though it was more to get everyone's minds off the event in question. Immediately Varian walked over to Thrall, because for some reason they left Varian unchanined during the proceedings, and gave him what humans call a "bro-hug".

"Hello Thrall," Varian greeted with a smile, like someone seeing a long lost friend.

"Hello Varian," Thrall greeted in return, a smirk appearing on his features.

"What brings you by," he asked, a look of confusion on his features.

"The supplies were late," Thrall answered simply.

"Sorry about that I was otherwise preoccupied," Varian stated, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I can see that," Thrall joked, crossing his arms over his chest. Meanwhile Vereesa was staring at the two, along with everyone else in the room. Grimly she nodded to herself and walked over to the two, already knowing what she would have to do.

"Excuse me," she said, getting the attention of Varian and Thrall, who were having a rather animated conversation about the number of ships they were going to need for a expedition and how many men they were going to need as well as supplies, she immediately looked at Thrall, "I hear you are looking for my sister."

"If you mean Sylvanas than yes I am," Thrall answered, looking at Vereesa suspiciously.

"I want in," Vereesa stated, the look in her eyes daring either of them to deny her.

"As do we," Ysera stated, Alexstrasza nodding her consent.

"I shall join you as well," Malfurion stated, Tyrande giving him a look that clearly said they were going to talk about this later. Everyone then turned and looked at Velen who chuckled and gripped his crystal hammer.

"I think I have one last adventure in me," Velen stated. With that the Alliance and the Horde were coming together under a common goal, other than the salvation of the world as they knew it. Thrall had to admit it to himself it felt nice.

With Naruto...

Now Naruto was not like normal ninja, you see the way most ninja learned a new jutsu or new method of fighting was by watching their senseis or by studying, when Naruto needed to learn something new every sensei he ever had immediately figured out it would be easier to just give a oversimplified explanation of the theory behind whatever they wanted him to learn then let him practice it till he dropped, which was how he found himself out in the middle of training ground 55, outside the walls, practicing making seals.

"That's not right," Naruto muttered to himself, scratching the top of his head as he eyed his handiwork, which so far amounted to a sloppy seal that would probably blow up in his face if he tried to use it.

"Seriously kit your penmanship is crap," echoed the voice of Kurama in his mind.

"Thanks for reminding me," Naruto grumbled, crestfallen. He had been working on replicating one of his father's signature justsus the Hirashin no Jutsu, with no success in the past five years.

"Oh well I'll figure it out," Naruto said more to himself then Kurama, though he got a snort of disbelief from his tenant.

"When pigs fly and dogs learn to tap dance," Kurama said, just before he curled up for a nap.

Meanwhile in the trees surronding Training Ground 55...

A slim, cloaked, and hooded figure sat perched in the trees with a black arrow knocked and ready to fire. Right now they were just observing their target, one Naruto Uzumaki, and trying to gauge the wind speed so the arrow would hit it's mark. Smirking to themselves they continued to observe their target, looking for the opprotune moment to strike. With a nod,seeing the target focused solely on the piece of paper in front of them, the figure pulled back the bowstring and fired.

Back with Naruto...

"Arrow coming kit," Kurama called out lazily, barely opening his eyes before he closed them again.

'Not helping again,' Naruto asked with his thoughts.

"If I helped you out everytime you got in trouble you might stop appreciating everything I do for you," Kurama stated, just before he went back to taking his nap.

"That figures," Naruto stated, just before he quickly turned around and caught the arrow a centimeter from his nose, he then snapped it just beneath the arrowhead for emphasis. Immediately a figure in a black cloak charged from the tree line, wielding two plain daggers. Smirking Naruto charged toward the figure and ducked the initial swipe and prepared to deliver a chakra enhanced punch, only to have to dodge as one of the daggers sliced toward his throat. Grinning, Naruto tensed his forearms, activating the mechanisms in his sleeve and immediately a kunai knife appeared in each of his hands. Almost as if they were performing a choreographed dance the two slashed, blocked, parried, and lunged at each other, narrowly missing with each failed attack. After a few minutes of this his assailant was forced to discard their daggers and Naruto was forced to discard his kunai, because they were both left with little more than the hilt. At this it became a battle of fists, however the fight was soon over as Naruto went to punch his opponent in the face, only for her to duck under the swing and deliever a punch to his solar plexus, dash behind him, grab his shoulders, slam him to the ground, and then put her foot on his throat with a arrow knocked and aimed at his head.

"Got ya," the figure said, easing the tension of the bowstring then pulling the hood back to reveal Sylvanas.

"Nice moves," Naruto complimented, "now can you please get your foot off my throat?"

Smiling Sylvanas moved her foot and allowed Naruto to get back up. Grinning Naruto pulled her in close and held her tight.

"Nice to see you get out of the apartment," Naruto stated, and Sylvanas was greeted with another sensastion she hadn't felt in a long time, she felt her heartbeat quicken at having Naruto hold her close.

With Thrall...

To say that the inn Thrall had been forced to stay at was a flea infested was a understatement, the only thing with more fleas than the hotel would be the barn out back, by a slim margin. However it would suit his purposes for the time being. It was then he heard a unexpected knock on his door. Groaning, after all he had wanted nothing more than to rest after acting as Varian's defense in that make believe trial the Kirin Tor had put on, he got up and answered the door to find Vereesa Windrunner standing on the otherside.

"Hello Vereesa," Thrall greeted, his exhaustion slowly catching up with him, "what brings you by at this hour?"

"I have questions," Vereesa answered, just before she looked around the room in disgust, "but first we should move you into more appropriate accomidations."

"The accomidations I am in suit me just fine," Thrall replied, "it's a roof over my head for the night at least."

"Go'el that wasn't a request,"Vereesa stated, her voice having an edge that would brook no argument not that Thrall would argue since he was in shock from someone other than his long dead mate using his real name. Sighing, knowing this wasn't a argument he was going to win and valuing his rest more than his need to be right, Thrall gathered what meager poessessions he had and followed Vereesa to her estate inside the walls of Stormwind.

So what you guys think?

What would you like to see more of?

Yes, I know this chapter was basically filler but it was the best I could come up with.

And by the way...TELL ME WHAT AREAS NEED IMPROVEMENT, constructively of course.

Till next time...

-displays a poster for the new Warcraft movie coming out on June 10th-

We can save the kingdom together!