Chapter IV
Land of Twilight
Kalimdor

It was peaceful in this place. No worries. No pain. No sadness.

But this was not the case to Shendelzare. Her heart was broken by her most trusted friend's betrayal, Mortred. Oh, how I so want to kill you, traitor.

The night elf walked to a nearby moon well, and looked at the serene waters. I'll kill you. She was dispelled from her thoughts when a hand gently touched her shoulder.

"You seem disturbed," Elune said at Shendelzare's back. "By vengeance."

The night elf turned to face her. She wore white robes and had a hood, though it didn't really hide her beautiful face, which had pale skin and was with disturbingly gentle dark blue eyes, which regarded Shendelzare's own green eyes. Her hair was a light blue, which cascaded down and reached her waist. She walked bare-footed.

"Aye," Shendelzare replied. "Vengeance." She looked away, focusing again to the waters on the moon well. Her mind whirled with memories. Mortred herself was the one who killed her. And I thought we were best friends. Tears of frustation fell from her eyes and rolled through her soft cheeks. I'll kill you, Mortred. I swear.

"You want to go back." Elune took Shendelzare's chin to tilt her head to look at her. She gently wiped the night elf's tears with her thumb. She held the night elf's hand, and clasped it into hers to comfort her at least a bit.

"Please." The night elf fell down to her knees, her hands still holding those of her goddess'. "Allow me a chance to avenge my death," she begged.

"Rise," Elune said to the night elf. As Shendelzare did, Elune stroke her hair. "Yes, go back if that is what you wish." The night elf smiled, and the flow of tears slowed until they stopped. The Mother Moon smiled back, which apparently was sad.

Elune closed her eyes and kissed the night elf on the forehead. Shendelzare felt drowsy, and soon had her eyes shut, sleeping peacefully.

-

The zombie trudged through the deep snow with difficulty. Wherever it went, others went far away. Even other undead creatures. A black sheep among them all.

Far from its location, Mercurial sat on a rock watching it walk. "What's with this thing you brought us Balanar?" he asked the vampire beside him with a grin. The shadow turned to look at him. The vampire's hair was white, while his skin was a pale gray. He wore a black cape over his armor. Still the vampire was more than any ordinary vampire. He wwas an Auhriek, and elder vampire. One that has lived throughout the many ages of Azeroth, and surely wise enough to know what he was going to say. "Why, even the other zombies are disgusted of him. Even Pudge!"

Balanar cocked his head and stared at the Specter incredulously. "What?"

Mercurial shrugged. "Pudge. Y'know, the Butcher."

The vampire sighed. "I know, I know. I just find it unbelievable."

"The damned thing doesn't look at a mirror, you see," Mercurial said with a grin. The vampire laughed at this.

The laugh soon became a chuckle, and soon lessened to a grin then to a smile. "Don't worry. Dirge will be helpful to the Scourge."

"And you even have a name for it."

"Actually, it's his name."

Mercurial shrugged a second time. There was silence between them for a moment. After a while, the Specter rose and faced the vampire. "Balanar."

Balanar turned and faced Mercurial.

"Take care of Yusetsu."

The vampire nodded. "Aye, I will."

Nodding back, Mercurial turned to leave, but was stopped by Balanar. The Specter faced the vampire, a questioning expression on his face.

"Why do you ask?"

Shrugging again, Mercurial took his leave, and stopped again. "I just feel that girl will be far more important than just taking care of Terrorblade." With that, the Specter walked away.

-

The ship was finally docked on the shore. Sighing, Magina jumped off the deck to the sandy beach of Kalimdor.

There was Malfurion waiting for them, who greeted Shuin as he came. With him, there was the Dragon Knight, Davion, beside him the historian Fainte, who waved to Magina.

"Hey, Fainte!" The night elf rushed to were the half-elf vampire was. "Have you seen Lanaya or Luna?"

The historian shrugged and grinned. Before the night elf could begin to comprehend that, though, a soft, light hand touched his shoulder, and he heard "Boo!" at his side. Magina almost fell, and when he regained his balance, quickly turned to face whoever did it.

The night elf sighed in relief and smiled. "Oh… it's you, Luna," he said as he looked upon the grinning night elf. Her long midnight blue hair hung loosely from her head, reaching her slender waist. The novice priestess's light purple skin was soft, and her body was of a small and slender build. She was beautiful, only… "Have you seen Lanaya?"

The female's grin disappeared. "There's this stupid new transfer student who's with her right now," she said. "Not that she's willing to," she quickly added. "He's being a bully." Her lips transformed into a pout.

Still… that wasn't the reason of the sudden disappearance of her grin.

-

"Shuin," Malfurion called as he neared. "How was it?"

The daikyu winked. "Successful. We were able to hire the Deathly Dragon. There he is." He pointed to where Fuhjin was, talking to the pirates who've just given them a ride. Shuin turned his face to look at the night elf's confused expression. "He's the one with six swords. The others are pirates who gave us a ride after being attacked by a dhenrabi." The daikyu didn't feel the need to tell Malfurion that the pirates attacked them, and so left it out.

"I see," was all the night elf said.

"Oh, and by the way, where are Caladan and Kardel?" he asked, looking around.

"Well…"

-

The necromancer's head exploded as a speeding bullet from the trees took him. "YEEEAAAAHHHH!!!" the dwarf bellowed beside his elf companion. "Did you see that ye durned elf?! A headshot!" Kardel laughed. "Bet you can't do that-"

The head of one ghoul exploded. The dwarf turned to stare at the firebending mage at his side, who was grinning. "Well?"

Kardel scoffed and spat, then turned to blast some more undead. "This is a pretty good job the night elf gave us," he said, firing at one ghoul. "Since them undead legions are coming relentlessly." Another necromancer's head came into the view of his scope, which then disappeared almost immediately in an explosion of blood and brain. The dwarf reloaded.

"Yeah."

After a while, only one ghoul was left. Kardel chuckled as he started to aim his rifle. "Last kill's mine, elf." But as soon as the ghoul came to view in his scope, it was burning and running around crazy. The dwarf brought down his gun, and faced the elf, who was jogging away. "WHY YE DURNED ELF!!" Kardel bellowed.

-

Shuin sighed. "I see…" he said, echoing Malfurion's words earlier, with a smile. The daikyu then shrugged. "I suppose that's inevitable."

"Still, they seem to love what they're doing."

"Of course they do." Considering both of them are both dwarf. Well, not fully about Caladan, but… he's dwarven all right.

-

"Well? Care to introduce your crew to us, huh Thyr?" Fuhjin said as he faced the pirates.

"Forgive our manners, then," the masked daikyu replied. He gestured to his crew.

The rifleman from earlier came forward. Fuhjin saw that he was human. "Clive," the rifleman introduced himself, though apparently that was the rest of it. He then stepped back to where he was before.

One with extremely messy hair grunted, this one also human. "Name's Rood." He wore simple garments, a faded polo over a white shirt, and olive green shorts. Carrying a sword on his back, Fuhjin suspected that the pirate's style had to be a mix of various styles incorporating rapid, irregular movements with lots of openings. Despite that though, he would be extremely hard to hit.

The one next to him, looking the exact opposite of the other, nodded. "Kariya Kogetoki." His hair was long and black, the back of it tied into a tail. His was skin pale white-maybe even too pale for an elf. He carried a daisho, indicating he was a samurai. He also wore wire-rimmed glasses over his eyes.

The next one, a human, looked pretty ordinary, one you would forget later. He smiled. "Kayle." Fuhjin could imagine the guy with lots and lots of series of weapons, though it was not obvious at all. Maybe far more than he think he had.

The one beside Kayle also smiled revealing shark-like teeth. He looked certainly human, but seemingly not at all. Maybe it's his teeth. "Higure." With short light blue hair, his skin was like that of a human's, only it almost seemed blue. He had tattoos of curved lines on his face, three on each cheek, which made him more like a shark. A zanbatou was strapped on his back.

And apparently the last one, the only female of the group looked at Fuhjin. She was young, maybe at least a decade and a half. "Meeira." She wore a cold expression in her face, much like a killer's. An assassin's. Fuhjin found it perfectly ironic for someone her age, but chose not to ask.

Fuhjin looked around. "I guess that's about it, then-"

"Where the hell did that kid go?" Thyr asked his crew.

Fuhjin looked at his old friend. "Who's not here?"

"Puck." Thyr shook his head. "Or at least that's what we call him."