The swords took two weeks to finish. Malik wanted the best done for his Wakener best friend, as he called Kali. During that time, she was training to be broken from being a hunter to being a monk. She resorted back to clothes that suited her needs, which became mostly shorts and tank tops. Her long brown hair stayed in a long braid now as well.

Yet her shoes matched the shoes that Cho wore.

She also had some other things, like wristbands on her wrists and wore a necklace that Malik gave her, made from amber and inside had a part of his wing. It grew back, so there was no worry on that. But although she was being trained to be a monk, she did keep some hunter's instincts. She refused to give up Kamara, which they never could get her to do in the first place, so they gave up. She kept some of her abilities, occasionally using her bow and arrow, but not as much.

Breaking was hard, but she found it worth it in some ways.

When the swords were done, Malik presented them with pride to Kali. The blades were made of a mix of silver, diamond, and jade, giving rainbow hues occasionally when it hit the light. The handles were made of amber with an amber jewel on the bottom and had a red ribbon tied around it.

The color of the Horde.

Kali found them too beautiful for words as she stared at Malik and then at the swords in shock and awe. Cho chuckled seeing her break into a huge grin as she hugged the poor Klaxxi happily. Malik caught himself and returned the hug as he chuckled.

"Thank you so much!" she said as she grinned up at him.

"You're quite welcome," he said and nodded bowing his head.

She smiled and studied the swords again as she took one into her hand as she admired it a moment before taking the other to get the feel of them both. Cho watched her as he picked up his staff a moment. "Now let's see how training is now," he said as the two began their training all over again, seeing a change in her movements and her swiftness.

She was slowly becoming the Windwalker they wanted her to be.

Kali was now learning Zen Meditation as Anya had. The day had turned out stormy and Cho figured now was the best time for her to learn. Yet since it was her first time, both Cho and Malik stood on either side of her as she would journey to the mountains to face one of the monk trainers.

Anya had won, according to reports, yet had just let her soul wander around.

Cho watched a moment as he touched Kali's chest where her heart was. He nodded to Malik. "Her soul's gone to the temple," he said.

"The way you speak, your kind must do this until they pass all trainers," Malik said.

"Yes," Cho said. "Many are there, even one of her kind. Yet she must focus what she can there and when she returns, she'll have something new with her."

"Means she passed," Malik said.

"Yes."

Malik looked at the girl, now glowing green and floating in midair seeming transparent. He nodded his head slowly as he waited for her return.

Yet like Anya, Kali allowed her soul to drift after winning her battle.

She found herself in Durotar once more, in a cave in a place called the Den. The hospital there was where she found herself standing in a hospital room where her newly adopted mother was resting. She saw Thrall sitting by her side holding her hand. Kali knew the situation well.

Aggra was in labor.

Kali looked up seeing the doctor enter the room. She recognized her to be Sinnd. She watched the blood elf move to Aggra's side to check her to see how much she had dilated. Thrall watched this and looked at her.

"Any word from Kali?" he asked.

"I have a feeling she's here," Sinnd said smiling. "But word around the guild is she's safely made it to Pandaria."

"Oh good," he said relieved.

Kali saw this and smiled. "I'm here, Father," she said.

Sinnd nodded to Aggra. "You're ready," she said. "Let's get you to the delivery room."

Kali watched them do so and watched Thrall put on the required stuff. Kali stood beside him as she did the same. He turned looking at her. She winked.

"So you are here," he said.

"Briefly, Father," she said. "Anya and I are safe. But no one must know she lives, if Garrosh finds out…"

"We know, child," he said and smiled. "Come, let's see the birth of your new sibling."

She grinned and followed him into the room.

Within a few minutes, Thrall now held his newborn son as Aggra rested. He smiled proudly as he showed him to Kali. She leaned down and kissed his tiny head. "My brother," she whispered. She looked at Thrall.

"Father, I am to become a monk," she said. "As is Anya. Please give us your blessing."

Thrall looked at her and touched her face. "You already have," he said. "Make us proud so you can return…and help with your brother."

"I won't fail you!" Kali kissed his cheek and Aggra's as she soon disappeared.

Kali gasped as she coughed hard. She panted softly.

Cho moved quickly to her side and checked her carefully as he gave her some water to drink. "You were gone a long while, I worried your soul was lost," he said.

She drank the water and shook her head. "No…I was pulled home," she said. "And saw the birth of my new baby brother."

Malik seemed to smile. "Congratulations," he said. "I know you feel so proud."

"I do," she said chuckling. "But what's best, Father has given his blessing to me and Anya."

Cho nodded. "Very good," he said.

Anya studied the snow outside the Shado-Pan Monastery as she walked quietly. She would be receiving her new weapon soon and while waiting had learned a great deal of hand to hand things, her favorite being where she could use a person's chi against them to heal herself.

Yet she was also nervous. She was learning to make her first brew.

Anya walked to where a barrel was buried in the snow. She moved to her knees and carefully brushed snow off the trap door and opened it as she reached in and got the barrel. She checked around so no one was watching as she opened it carefully and tasted it with her finger as she nodded.

It was ready.

She replaced the cap and sealed it carefully as she lifted it up and closed the trap door. She put the snow back as she retreated to the area everyone ate in as she handed over the barrel as she would for drinks.

Chen looked at the new liquid curiously. "This is a new blend," he said.

"Really?" Zhu raised a brow. "I thought it was the normal red."

Anya ate a piece of her meat and listened to the two as they tried it.

"Who made this wonderful concoction?" Chen asked looking around.

"I did," Anya said. "I wanted to surprise you."

Chen smiled proudly at her. "And indeed you did," he said. "What blend do you call this?"

"Snow wine," she said. "For it takes a snowy day for it to become what it is. I used winter berries and other fruits that grow in snowy regions. And then I had found this." She moved a Jade Cat from her backpack.

"Where did you come up with that?" Zhu asked.

"In some dark soil when I was digging for certain berries," she said.

Chen nodded. "Jade is a good thing," he said.

"Indeed," Zhu said. "Speaking of which, your new weapon will be ready tomorrow."

"Finally, it's been two weeks," she said.

"Which you spent using part of your Brewmaster technique and learned how to make your first brew," Chen said. "It was not all in vain."

Anya smiled at his praise as she resumed her meal. Zhu watched this carefully as he ate, seeing that she was slowly coming more and more out of her shell. If this kept up, he had a feeling Anya would soon become Chen's betrothed.

About time for the old man, he thought, not really knowing how old he was.

He could be a young pup for all he knew.

That evening, Anya walked to the hot springs quietly as she looked seeing a bunch of the males and females both together talking. She moved to one lone spring and stepped in as she felt her sore muscles relieved as she sighed leaning back.

"Want company?" a voice asked.

She opened one eye and saw Chen staring down at her, a towel around his waist.

"Sure," she said as she watched him get in. "How is it these waters make one relaxed?"

"Been like that for ages," he chuckled as he got a cup and poured them some drink as they relaxed. She studied him a moment, first time seeing him shirtless. It almost reminded her of a tauren she saw working out at a gym, but a bit more round.

She took a sip of her wine. "I can imagine," she said.

He nodded. He looked at her, the water hiding where her chest was, but he did see the scar of the curse that had haunted her people. He extended his hand and touched it.

She felt this looking at the scar. "My father was cursed before me…and he did it to me," she said. "And in my time of being out of control…I killed him."

He nodded. "You had no control over what happened," he said. "You must have been young."

"Eleven," she said. "My uncle adopted me after. He and his wife have been unable to have children. So despite me being his great-niece, he views me as his daughter. My brother however…" She sighed.

"Tell me," Chen said getting comfortable.

"My brother wanted more than ever to please him," she said. "I was more favored due to being the reincarnation of his beloved sister-in-law, in fact named after her. She's also my ancestor. So, my brother became hooked on dark magic, as part of some cults I suppose. He kidnapped me and sold me to the underground sex slave rings. Also I've been subjected to being part of public battles of the death thanks to that. Garrosh Hellscream was part of that."

He frowned as he listened.

"Due to the psychological damage I sustained, I lost all my memories," she said. "What I know, I was told."

"You've been through a lot," he said. "But you seek happiness deep down."

"Yeah," she sighed. "Yet I'm broken goods, Chen. Would anyone want that?"

"You're beautiful the way you are," he said. "I believe some would be foolish not to be with you."

She looked at him. If…what Taran Zhu says is right…he truly does want me…hopefully it can let me stay here in Pandaria. It was then she knew she had to see if this was what she wanted. She looked at him.

"Thank you," she said finally.