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Silvermoon City was lively in the morning. The blood elven people seemed to live by the sun, waking as soon as it rose, and relaxing when it set. There was however, one blood elf who didn't let the darkness tire her. She was a young girl who stood before a target dummy with a wooden stick, swinging at it and striking it at different angles.

Her teacher stood behind her as she attacked the inanimate enemy, watching her form. Walking up to the girl, she placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're trying too hard." said Liadrin as she held up her own sword to show the girl. "When you swing a weapon, it shouldn't be a burden to you. It's supposed to be an extension of yourself." she said as she twirled the blade in her hand and swung in an arc in front of her. "You don't need strength to wield a weapon effectively, you need grace and and coordination."

Synnaria watched as the woman swung the blade back and forth as if it weighed nothing at all. Looking down at the stick in her hand, she scratched her head. "But, weapons are meant to hurt others. You make swinging a weapon sound so nice." she said.

The paladin looked at her and smiled sweetly. "It's true. Weapons are created to hurt others, but at the same time, they can be used to protect those close to you." she said. Synn's mind immediately flew back to Dias' words when he left for the Ghostlands.

"So, a weapon isn't just a tool to hurt others?" she asked.

Liadrin shook her head. "A weapon is a protecter, as well as an attacker. It becomes what its master wishes it to be." she said.

Synn nodded and turned back to the dummy. Holding the stick in front of her, she pulled back and swung once again with all of her might. The wooden rod missed however, sending a girl into a spiral that sent her crashing to the ground. Liadrin chuckled as Synn rubbed her head sorely. Leaning down, she grabbed the girls arm to help her up.

Suddenly, the paladins gaze locked onto the necklace around the girls neck which had danced out of her shirt as she fell. After getting the girl to her feet, she knelt down and examined the necklace. "Where did you get this?" she asked, almost shocked at seeing it.

Synn noticed her gazing at the necklace, and was startled when she grabbed it so she could get a better look. "Dias gave it to me before he left. He said that it was something to remember him by."

"Did he say where he got it from?" she asked. But Synn shook her head. Liadrin looked from the girl back down to the necklace. "Young one, what you are wearing is the necklace of the Ranger General of Silvermoon, Sylvanas Windrunner."

Synns eyes went wide with awe. "THE Sylvanas Windrunner?" she asked.

Liadrin nodded. "She must have lost it when she..." she stopped herself before finishing the sentence. Standing to her feet again, she turned her back to the girl, looking off into the distance. "She died during the purging of the Ghostlands. And now, she is the leader of the Forsaken people in Undercity."

Synn covered her mouth. "She died?"

Liadrin nodded. "She was brought back by Arthas, so he could torment her. But she turned the tables on him and now no longer considers herself one of us."

"I should return this to her then." said Synn as she looked down at the necklace.

"I wouldn't advise it." said the paladin as she turned back to the girl. "Sylvanas is one of us no longer, she despises the living. Bringing her something of hers when she was alive may set her off, so I wouldn't suggest returning that to her." said the woman as she knelt down. She took the necklace and placed it back inside the girls shirt. "You just keep that safe." she said, getting a nod from the young girl. "Good, now let's get back to training."

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Aedammair sat in her cabin on the bed, her stomach finally used to the rocking of the airship. A few days had passed before she was finally able to exit the cabin and see the open air for herself, though she still stayed in the middle of the ship, away from the edges. After noticing Vixxen on the ship, she questioned her.

"Why did you come with us? I thought you were the Warchiefs Korkron." asked the death knight.

The female orc who stood at the head of the ship smiled into the wind as it blew through her hair, as well as her cloak, making both of them flutter. "The paladin...Diasareth...is a great warrior. You are a great warrior." said the orc as she continued staring at the approaching horizon.

"Uhh...thanks. But that doesn't..." said Aedammair, but she was cut off.

"The Warchief is protected greatly. The Korkron number fifteen in total, including myself. And, nobody in Orgrimmar would let anything happen to their Warchief. He is greatly loved by many." she said, finally turning to the death knight with her confident smile. "Since I was an orcling, I've wanted to be the greatest warrior alive. Until you came to Orgrimmar, the only challenge I've had was that fool Garrosh and the Warchief himself. Now, I know there are warriors stronger than myself, and I plan to follow you until I become the strongest." she said as her battle worg trotted over and sat next to her.

Aedammair smiled as she walked closer to the orc woman. "I understand. I'll enjoy having another woman aboard." said the elf. Turning to look at the door, she then looked back at the warrior. "Dias said he was going to bed because of a headache. What happened?" she asked, causing the orc to laugh uproarously.

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It was a week longer before the airship finally docked with the tower in the Forsaken encampment known as Vengeance Landing. Dias and Aedammair stepped onto the tower, the death knight running down the structure until her feet were planted firmly on the earth. Dias chuckled as himself, Vixxen, and Angel walked down after her and entered the forboding town.

The paladin looked around curiously at the odd buildings of the undead. They were modeled after the humans style, but almost every structure in the area was either dark grey or black, with an unusual Gothic look. "Charming people." he said.

"Forsaken are cynical by nature. They feel that the world around them should match how they feel inside." said the high elf woman as she walked with them towards the largest building. "So, who is in charge of this place?"

The troll walking next to her answered. "Warchief say dat Apothec'ry Lysanda be in charge." said Angel as she looked around the camp.

"Good, then our first stop is finding him." said the paladin as they all walked together. But as he looked around, the people moving about seemed rather anxious. "Anyone else think something bad is about to happen?" he asked.

They all looked around and noticed the tennants of the encampment moving around frantically and looking over their shoulders. Doors were slammed, windows were bolted shut, and most life disappeared from the small town. "I don't be likin' dis mon." said Angel as she scanned the area watched the last of the Forsaken shelter themselves inside. Suddenly, her ears perked. "What be dat?"

They all listened and heard the sound of rumbling coming towards them at high speeds. Dashing towards the sound, they were surprised to see a small army of Horde members gathered at the edge of the town. And beyond them was a wave of large human-looking barbarians charging for the small formation.

Dias immediately ran to gathering and up to the forsaken who was riding on an Undercity death charger. "We're looking for Apothecary Lysander!" he shouted over the din.

The undead looked at him with irritation. "The spineless bastard holed himself up when the attack was sounded. You won't be getting through to him until we deal with this problem. So, you can either draw that oversized pork sticker on your back and help us, or get the hell out of the way. We have few enough soldiers as it is without amateurs tripping up the ones who can actually fight." said the horseman as he turned back to the charging horde.

Dias growled and drew his sword as the others caught up to him. "What did he say?" asked Aedammair as she drew her axes. Behind her, Vixxen drew the sword and shield from her back with a wicked smile.

"He said that there was no way that elves like us could destroy that group alone." said Dias as he hid a smirk.

Aedammair was taken aback for a second, then growled angrily as she spun her axes in her hand rapidly. Catching the handles, she charged forward at the enemy with Dias close behind her. Vixxen laughed loudly and hurled herself into the air with a massive jump. Angel scratched her head in confusion.

The undead on the horse gaped at them oddly. "What the hell are they doing!? They're charging right into the fray, the fools!" he shouted. The front lines of the small formation began to move, but were immediately halted by the shrill sound of the forsakens voice. "Hold the line!" he shouted. "If they wish to die in battle, so be it. But our goal is to protect this landing. So none of you move an inch!"

"Dat be a cowardly ting you doin' mon. Bad mojo." said the troll next to him. The High Executor looked down at her with a glare.

"What the hell would you know?" he asked.

The barbarians at the front of the line slowed their pace slightly, surprised to see their foes running headlong at them. But only seeing two, they charged forth with renewed vigor, which was immediately short lived. As the two elves hit the front lines, blood began pouring onto the ground.

Dias' glowing blade carved through two of the attackers immediately, scattering their blood onto their own allies. He dove forward and thrust the sword into one of the larger humanoids throats, immediately silencing him before kicking his body off the blade.

Aedammair slashed with her death blades like they were her own hands, sending enemy body parts soaring into the air. Swinging in a circle, she buried one of her axes into the skull of one of the attackers, immediately throwing her hand forward and sending out her dark grip. The magical appendage grabbed onto an enemies head, ripping it clean off and sending it crashing into anothers face. Grabbing her axe again, she continued with her slaughter of the large band.

A few of the attackers looked up and saw something in the sky. Immediately aimed their long range weapons for the object, only to die seconds later as it crashed to the earth. Vixxen stood among them, her entire body flaming as her wild eyes looked at them. Everywhere she looked, she saw red. The attackers immediately around her were hurled outwards in all directions, their bodies immolated from the impact. The others who weren't trying to put flames out stepped back, unsure about attacking the newcomer. But soon, they didn't have any choice.

She flew forward and swung her flaming shield, smashing it across three of them, immediately lighting them on fire while her sword carved through their necks, sending their scorching heads rolling across the ground.

Dias swung his large sword in an arc around him, severing two of the large creatures weapon hands. Raising the weapon up, he planted it tip first into the ground and raised both hands into the air, leaving the blade buried in the earth. A hammer appeared in his hands as the enemy closed in on him, thinking him an easy target without the weapon. He gave a quick smirk before slamming the weapon onto the ground, sending a shockwave out that immediately smashed into those closest to him and sent them flying off into the crowd with several bones shattered. He raised the weapon above his head again, hurling it forward and letting it fly into the gut of one of the braver of the attackers, shattering the barbarians ribcage and sending it hurling backwards as the hammer disappeared.

Aedammair stood silently and watched the enemies around her close in slowly. They were being careful now, not approaching too fast lest they be the first to fall to her axes. But just as they got withing arms reach of the death knight, she slashed one of her palms open with her blade and planted her hand flat on the ground. The blood seeped into the earth, then suddenly the ground lit up with the red glow of the death knight runes. Any of the barbarians standing within the rune immediately began to scream and claw at their own skin. She smirked as their weapons clattered to the ground as they attempted to stop the change inside them, but it was to no avail. All within the radius of the circular rune on the ground soon after died with blood pouring from their mouths.

Vixxen now stood on top of a pile of bodies that she had immolated with her ragefire. Those around her raised their weapons to attack, but she was startlingly fast. Charging forward, she slammed her shield into one of the attackers faces, collapsing it. She spun around and slammed the edge of her shield into another of the barbarians throats, crushing it with sickening force and killing him. As one ran forward, she slashed through his weapon completely, as well as the arm holding it and sent the enemy to the ground. Raising her plated foot, she stomped on the enemy with a loud battle cry, the force not only rupturing the savages insides, but sending a massive shockwave forward that hurled the enemies away from her. "Yes!" she shouted with an evil grin as she charged forward for more.

"Uh...sir?" said an undead female in the second rank of the formation.

"What is it?" asked the High Executor as he looked at the troop.

"Ummm...sir, they're winning." said the soldier as she pointed out to the field. Anslem turned towards the raging battle and covered his eyes against the sun.

"By the Dark Lady..." he said as he saw the piles of corpses stacking up around the new fighters. Pulling his sword from its sheath on his side, he aimed it at the blood bathed battlefield. "Troops! Charge!" he shouted as his steed moved forward. The small army now ran across the field of battle and crashed into the invaders, inspired by the success of their new visitors. The battle only lasted a few minutes longer.

A small band of the surviving barbarians turned and ran from the carnage. A few of the soldiers went to give chase, but were stopped by the High Executor. He raised his hand high into the air, signalling the archers to draw their strings back. When his hand dropped, the arrows flew like hornets, catching their targets almost instantly. The entire army cheered loudly as they marched back towards Vengeance Landing with the newcomers at the front.

Immediately the High Executor began questioning them. "What exactly are you doing here?" he asked curiously.

"We were sent by the Warchief to help you with training your soldiers, as well as taking Howling Fjord from the vrykul menace. We need this foothold if we are to move forward to Icecrown." said Vixxen as she clenched her hand tightly to her sword and shield, the bloodrage now slowly subsiding.

The undead smirked slightly. "He certainly chose his trainers well." he said to himself as he led them back to the small town. The people of the town were now back to their normal routine, as if the attack had never happened. "If you are looking for Lysander, the codger will be in that building down the stairs. Tell him to gather his rickety bones together long enough to do some actual work around here." said the High Executor as he trotted off past them.

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Dalaran, the city of magic. There were few other places in the world as beautiful and comforting as the City of Magic. It is the home of many people of many races, as well as the Magus Senate, or the Council of the Kirin Tor as many know it. It was the beating heart for the mages and other magic users of the world.

One particular mage walked through the halls of the Violet Citadel. She was short in stature, unlike most of the tall, proud mages that walked around her on a daily basis. But she didn't let her size bother her. She was, admittedly by Rhonin himself, one of the most talented mages Dalaran had seen in ages. That wasn't a title given to many gnomes, but she wore it proudly.

As she ventured down the hallway, she adjusted the buns on the back of her head, making sure her hair was tied properly before entering her mentors chambers. Finally satisfied that she was in order, she knocked on the door.

"Come in." said a soothing voice behind the wooden portal. The gnome reached up and pulled on the iron ring, opening the door wide before entering and closing it behind her.

"You wanted to see me?" asked the young mage in a high pitched voice.

The human woman turned to the younger mage and smiled. "I did Lhalia."

"It wasn't for snacks again was it?" asked the girl curiously.

The human chuckled, as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. "If I were to say yes, would you be disappointed?" asked the woman.

Lhalia shrugged. "Well, I was kinda hoping it would be more important...but..." she said as she drew a wand from under her blue cloak. Pointing at the table next to the woman, the wand came alive with magic, swirling around the tool mystically before shooting for the table and exploding into a cloud of dust after a few whispered words. Left behind from the explosion was a tray of small brownies that were cut into perfectly shaped stars.

The woman reached down and picked one up, smiling at the young girl. "In all my years, I've never been able to create any food that tastes as good as yours." she said before hastily eating the treat. The gnome blushed shyly and looked at the ground. "However, that wasn't the reason I called you here." she said after finishing the brownie. The young mage looked up immediately at the remark.

"You mean..." she asked, but her excitement didn't allow her to finish the statement.

The woman nodded. "I have an assignment for you." As the woman finished her sentence, the gnome immediately began jumping up and down in her glee. The woman chuckled again as the young girl regained her composure.

Running over to the Archmage, the gnome asked her hyperactively, "What is it!? What is it!?"

The woman place her hands on the young mages shoulders. "Calm down Lhalia. This is very serious business." she said, still smiling as her disciple nodded and took on a serious face. Turning to a water basin, she waved her hand over it, causing the surface to ripple. "First, tell me what you see." she said.

The young mage pulled a stool over to the table, then climbed on top of it so she could see into the crystal waters. Her eyes widened as she saw the reflection change to that of an elven boy. "I see...a blood elf?" she said questioningly.

"Look closer." said the Archmage. The gnome continued staring at the image. It changed from just the elven boy, to a scene of him fighting against an older elven man. The weapons, worn down and chipped, were obviously practice swords. Then she noticed something odd about the boy, his luminescent blue eyes.

"He's...not a blood elf. He's a high elf." she said as she continued watching. The next scene showed him much older, his long silver hair now past his shoulders. He wore similarly colored armor, with a large sword that carved through a giant undead creature. Her eyes locked onto him as light began radiating from his body. "He's a paladin..." she said as she watched him heal a young girl who had been severely injured. Then the scene changed again, and showed him in a very dark landscape, trapped within a cage made of dark magic. He was kneeling down, his head bowed as she watched him pray. Suddenly, he stood and grabbed the cage, his very touch discentigrating the magic that trapped him. She watched in awe as he grabbed the practitioner, helped by an elven woman, and finished him using only the power of the light. She gasped in awe.

The woman waved her hand over the water once more, settling the liquid and returning it to its placid state. "So, tell me what you saw." she said.

"He's a paladin..." she said, trying to translate her thoughts to words. "He's...a very skilled paladin. He accesses the Light as if he were created from it." she said finally.

The woman nodded. "You are correct. As was recorded by our scribes, paladins say that the Light is a comfort to them. It keeps them energized and healed, and has even been known to help them fight in battle. But this one, everytime he fights, he radiates with the power of the Light. We've never encountered anything like this before." she said.

Lhalia looked up at her mentor. "So, what is it you wish me to do Modera?" she asked curiously.

The woman looked down into the basin. "Our friend here is now in Northrend. He comes here to help in the fight against Arthas." she said, getting a nod from her student. "He is very strong for one so inexperienced, but he knows not what he walks into. I want you to go to where he is, and if you can, bring him here. If he doesn't wish to come, then stay with him and make sure he stays alive until we can at least figure out why his holy abilities are so strong. His abilities may be able to help us destroy the Lich King." she said.

"Where is he?" asked the girl.

"He is in a place called Vengeance Landing." said the woman, who then noticed the forboding look on her students face.

"That's...Horde territory isn't it?" asked the mage.

The Archmage nodded. "It is currently in the hands of the Sylvanas' Forsaken. But you are a member of the Kirin Tor. Both the Alliance and the Horde know of our status as neutral, and you won't be harmed."

The young gnome scratched her shocking blue hair. "Alright." she said, finally looking up with a smile. "I won't let you down!" she finished before turning and strutting out the door proudly.