It had been weeks of a long travel from the black gates to the city of Stormwind. Finally, Joven had returned to the capital of the human race once more. This time accompanied by his wife, Averia. Deep in his mind he was both nervous and sad. Alura's last words to him still had his heart deeply broken if not shattered. Occasionally he would look to his wife, seeing her ever so calm so at peace. He wondered how she is able to be so relaxed more so than him. Truth be told it was her that raised Alura throughout her whole life more so than him. She was the only one out of the two to appear on the day the Church of the Holy Light accepted their daughter as a member.

"You seem troubled my love. Deep at thought from your last conversation with Alura?" Averia asked softly calm.

With a sigh, the Paladin stopped walking, staring at his reflection at the water they crossed over one of the many bridges of the city.

"I just don't know if what has been broken can be repaired. If all my attempts have failed what difference will my future ones make?" he asked sadly.

"I'm sure that you will make a difference. And if Alura meets you now, we will take her to something that would mend our relationship to our daughter once again right? Let father time do it's job first, because we still have more than enough road to get your relationship with Alura back to once it was." Averia replied as she held held his cheeks, assuring what she had said as her striking eyes penetrated his. "You shouldn't worry."

He held her hand close and kissed it softly. "You always had the best of faith in others, even ones like me." he mentioned softly.

"If you wish I will still follow you every step to her…" she started asking before Joven softly interrupted.

"No, I will see her alone and see what she will say. As her father, it's my responsibility to approach this situation at hand alone. If I brought you she would accuse me of using you as a means to win her over to my side. I need to show her how much she is still my whole world as you are as well before we can move to that stage."

His wife smiled underneath the white veil that covered her face as she softly removed it. "As you wish my love. You know where to find me if you need my aide."

"I heard that she and her friend had just arrived. I'll see and talk to her right now." Joven said to her

She bowed her head softly and turned around to move in the opposite direction of the small bridge they were crossing. Allowing him to see their daughter in private as he requested. The Paladin let a soft sigh when a sudden change of feeling was caught in his stomach. Something in a sense that his inner instincts was concerned of, urging him on that something wrong would be given to him. He blinked a couple of times to let the pit of his stomach relax and be on his way to meet Alura. Not knowing that his daughter wouldn't be meeting him.

He trekked down the streets of the town towards the barracks where he heard that the group was accompanied by one of the captains of the men that entered the portal. Knowing that he was no longer needed because the war was now in Alliance and Horde controlled to which it meant victory for them.

He would see the image of a large human clad with armor conversing with Alura's friends, noticing the mortified stare when Kinar looked at him.

Softly he made his way over to the group, taking notice of the worried looks of everyone that noticed his presence.

"Vindicator Joven? Your are back in Stormwind early." the captain mentioned sounding surprised.

He ignored the captain's words at first, his mind more focus on looking around for his daughter. Yet he could not see her in his sights anywhere. "Where is Alura?"

The man's face immediately changed. Sizing up the draenei to his own as their eyes met in an even line. "There's a reason why she is not here with us now Vindicator." He told, and to the paladin that was the only information he needed to what conspired with his daughter. It still did not stop him from asking the question.

"What happened?" he asked with his tone growing both in concern and anger that scared even the captain.

"In the middle of the night, two individuals, a night elf and a troll. Kidnapping, it doesn't say murder Vindicator, we would-" The captain didn't even get to finish his sentence as an armored fist came crashing down on his cheek.

The Paladin didn't hold his tears back as he punched the man and then spearing him over to his back as he pleaded like a father would do to for his daughter. "That was my daughter!" He shouted as he crashed an another fist, but this time the large human was able catch his arm and had his hand on his face trying to calm the bewildered father down.

"Calm yourself Vindicator! I will tell you where she could probably be!" The captain tried.

The look of his face was still of pure outrage with tears of sadness poured from his eyes. Yet he calmed himself at least enough to hear what the captain had to tell him.

Kinar watched him stand, mortified to say anything but had the courage. "Vindicator Joven, I'm-"

"Don't Kinar, you have been her friend since she arrived here, nothing short of anything would convince me that you have a fault in this." Joven said calmly.

Kinar stopped her sentence from hearing those words from him as he let the captain go. Yet it still brought tears to her eyes as she still felt deep at fault for the loss of his daughter, her best friend.

The paladin followed him to a small tent, a tent who once belonged to a friend who also never gets to see his home again.

"We would be able to have one possibility to where she could be right now Vindicator." He said as he gripped his chin with a clenched jaw.

The captain heard a loud armored fist slamming onto the table that stood in front. Yet the look on Joven's face was of regret and sadness.

"I should've sent her back home here when I had the chance…" he mumbled in his regretted sad state.

"There's nothing else that I can do for now. And the Dwarf and an Elf are already moving for the quest on saving the draenei. You can catch up Vindicator, the ones who kidnapped her probably have planned on moving into her weeks or even months before, intent specifically to capture her at that moment on. And the probable cause is perhaps that the rogue organization must have found out that the draenei was volunteering." The large human hypothesized.

"Just tell me where you believe they have taken her. I'll personally go there myself and get her back. I've had enough of the constant outcomes getting in my way to trying to rebuild my relationship with her…" he ordered.

"I'll tell you the truth captain, what I hypothesized along with the dwarf is in the purest form of speculation. Your daughter could have been kidnapped and killed, sold for own personal gains or have been raped and mur-"

Joven interrupted. "Do not let me hear both of those words that would associate with my daughter. CAPTAIN!" He warned.

The captain remained silent as he remained still as Vindicator Joven glared at him with an angry stare that was beginning to make even him nervous. "Now I will ask you one last time. Tell me where you believe they have taken her otherwise stop wasting my time with your nonsense!"

The captain stared at him. "Find her at Booty Bay in the Vale Vindicator. I pray that you'll find her." He said before heading outside.

Without words, Joven stormed his way out of the tent, making his way to the griffon hatch. There he found his trusty Armored Snowy Gryphon. Quickly hopping onto her to grab a fast ride as quick as he could.

Alura had laid there in the bed of her cell, just now waking up for the she lost count how many time. She checked the little tally marks she had drawn close by to find that it had been three days since she was first caught and trapped for some reason. She looked out of her cell through the bars. As always the blood elf sat close by writing and taking notes, and as always the demon hunter night elf stood emotionlessly close to keep guard.

She could not understand what they were doing and what on earth they needed her for. When she was first captured she had thought that she would end up being one of those sex slaves to be used as a plaything for some sick individual's twisted pleasures. Yet ever since she's got here they so much as not even touched her.

As for moments thought drifted to the deeper blues, her mind caught the brief memory of her friends talking together. It was not that long ago that she was at her happiest, when all friends come about each day, talking on about how it had go, and how it might get even better. All of it shattered the moment war has called out the land and forced friends to fight for them. Jorden, the friends in the barracks, and especially Larkon. She realized it now that they're not coming home, and that they too will now only become a memory at the end of her thoughts. It made her heart shatter like glass as the reality come about, and even with her effort and her delusion of small hope that they could come home, all of it lead to this. Now a prisoner of a deluded and unknown man.

She let the tears take her as her hands laid at her side, while her body was firm as her rear rested on the soft cushion. The tears that once shed to the reason of her friends not coming home, now shed once more to the reason that everything else is going to be a memory in the future, and she could do nothing to stop it.

"Daken, get her out here for a moment please, I need to see another test." the Warlock requested while keeping his eyes on his notes.

The Night Elf turned around towards the Priestess and opened the cell bars to allow her to exit. She sighed heavily to herself and wiped her sad tears away. Standing up, she slowly made her way over to the Blood Elf to see what he wanted this time.

"You know I just realized we've been here for three days now and I don't even know your name." Kreus asked, stopping what he was doing and turning his attention to the Draenei that stood next to him.

She stood there with a silent stare, unwilling to answer his question. Deep inside however, there was a gut feeling that she should not insult his request. "Alura….." She answered.

"Alura, interesting, a name that sounds familiar, one from a famous parentage perhaps?" he asked with a smirk.

Alura nodded, but in the end her outburst of tears resonated once again. As she covered her face with both of her hands.

The blood elf stood up and reached out one of her hands. "You need not to fear Priestess Alura, there is nothing in here that will endanger your life." He said as he holds her hand for him to kiss. "Unless you make an unwarranted decision that could potentially harm yourself." He told her.

"Just what do you want from me?' she begged sadly. Tired and sick of just waiting to find out what purpose this warlock had in store for her.

"All in good time my dear, all in good time. But at the moment, I am in need to, ask a few questions. So first we know your name to be Alura which does sound familiar somehow. So who is your family by chance, is your father famous by chance?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Well see? We're making progress on having a lighter relationship. There's no need to be afraid of me." He told her.

"He's Vindicator Joven…" she answered.

He smiled. "Well, a sincere answer has finally escaped your lips. It's a plus." He told her before referencing some people. "Heroes against the Lich King ey? The Warrior of the South, The Paladin of the Exile and many more to sinuate that fact." He told her. "And how about you priestess. Is there a hero in your life?" He asked.

She nodded once more. "My friends are my heroes."

"Your friends hu? Perhaps we may have something in common after all, despite are vast differences. So who are these friends of yours if I may now ask?" Kreus asked, laying back at his table with his hands crossed.

"A Dwarf….A Worgen, a Gnome, a Panda, a Tauren, and a human….." She told reluctantly.

The Blood Elf picked up his book of notes and started writing the new information down. "Are they perhaps famous heroes such as your father?"

"No, not in the same level as him…" she answered.

"Who is your mother?" he asked next.

She remained silent. "She's just a normal draenei. Nothing of notable trait or achievements." She answered.

Kreus only chuckled at the response. "Oh you make such a poor liar for someone of your holy status, it's quite shocking really. If I recall, Vindicator Joven was still married to Anchorite Averia I believe. Who's quite famous in her own right from what I heard. Is she your mother perhaps?" he got straight to the point.

She nodded once more. "Where are we going with this?...Please, I'm scared." She begged him.

He was about to answer until his two succubi returned from their long trip to report their master's findings.

"Yes?" he asked.

"We have delivered the blood sample to Dr. Jiink and he is most pleased and impressed, so is Lord Lazarus. Our new orders are to bring the Priestess to him at once." they answered.

Just as the draenei wondered, a small but yet hopeful information has arrived in the form of an injured cultist. "Elf! We have an intruder in our territory!" He shouted from nowhere.

The Warlock sighed and closed his notebook of notes, nodding to the demon hunter to take the Draenei back to her cell and guard her with his life.

3 days ago….

The partner in search walked through the grassy road. They're eyes mainly focused on wide image of the nearby town just up ahead thirty minutes away. They're lips curled into a frown as they crossed their fingers in hope that their gamble would pay off on finding the draenei.

The night elf was turning her head from time to time, seemingly looking at something, or someone specifically. Her eyes were narrowed as the familiar sound of rolling carts were heard on the nearby road. She grunted as deep inside her curiosity flared in trying to find out what the cart was carrying. Seemingly adamant that they were up to no good.

"We should be close to Booty Bay by now." she heard the dwarf say out of the blue. Still it did little to divert her attention of what was disturbing her. "What be the problem lass?" she heard him ask her, apparently he knew something was up with her.

Without even a second passed, The feline astride night elf bolted away and jumps through the thick forest, bolting through the thick vegetation. The Dwarf soon followed suite, wandering in confusion to what the elf was doing.

"Aye, Elf, what ye doing?" he shouted out, his horse trying it's best to keep up with the Frostsaber, which was becoming a task even for such a well trained horse as the one the human Captain gave him.

"What the heck!" The dwarf heard the wail as his horse run through the forest. His sights saw that the elf was attacking a small group of slavers that were bringing in elven and human prisoners alike.

Fylrae stood in a crouching position, taking perfect accurate shows with her bow and arrow to cover her frostsaber Kuura's back. Taking aim and shooting the back arm of one slaver who charge in with a sword to attack her companion. With his yell of pain, he accidentally alerted the Frostsaber of his presence who proceeded to pounce and claw at the opposing attacker. When more came for their friend's defense, the Night Elf took aim once more and shot each of their weapons out of their hands, leaving them defenseless against her friend.

"Don't move anything or I'll put one between your eyes." Fylrae said as she set her bow and arrow before looking over to the other slaver who was trying to set something. "Ditto for your friend over there." She said in warning.

The dwarf without second thought knew what he had to do, and scoots over to the prisoners adorned in ragged clothes. With the precision of his pistols he shot the cuffs that chained their wrists.

The Night Elf looked over to the prisoners. She was disgusted to see three females in chains. One could clearly see that it was all elves. One could argue a half-elf that was clearly just a child while her mother was one of them.

Even the dwarf was becoming just as enraged as his night elven friend at the sight of seeing a child slave amongst them, obviously beaten and starved to almost exhaustion. "Which one of ye bastards did this?!" he demanded in a voice full of such rage it scared even the frostsaber a little.

The night elf looked at condition at the half naked slaves. Narrowing her brows to anger before looking back at the bewildered crooks. All three composed of two blood elves and a human. A comforting trio. "Strip…." She demanded.

"What?!" One of them reacted and gets an arrow just right in front of his feet, just a millimeter less and he would have lost a toe.

"I said strip. Strip till only your underwear remains. All of you!" She repeated in anger.

The Dwarf lead them out from the cart. "Oi lass, is she yer flesh and blood?" Thark asked the elf, a high elf, before motioning to the half-elf to let her know what he meant.

She nodded before looking over to a fellow Blood elf. "All of us are related, she's my child." She said mentioning the high elf before motioning at the blood elf. "And she's my sister."

"Aye I see lasses." He looked over to the slavers and pointed to his pistol at them while pulling out a small coin from his pocket. "So lads, what gave ye the balls to do this to them?"

"Business." The human slaver said as he was halfway finished from being forced to strip along with his Orc, Blood Elf, Goblin, and Troll companion.

"Well lads, listen up, you're going to speed up stripping ye clothes off and I'm gonna count to ten. Ye got that long to finish up fst and hand them to these poor lasses. Until you do so I'm going to be useing ye toes to count." Thark flips the coin into the air and fires a shot at it, ricocheting the bullet off it and at the slaver's right foot. Shooting off one of the goblin slaver's toes just as he perfectly catches the coin. "That was one."

The almost naked goblin slaver groaned in pain as he went down on the ground just as he finished stripping. "Alright, alright, here you go." One of the blood elf slaver's said, throwing their clothes over at the cart. "You can have them." He said.

The night elf then assured the recently freed family of elves. "Take their clothes, use them to cover yourselves up, use their horses and carts to send yourselves in nearby neutral gryphon station, they'll let you ride their gryphons there if you needed them." She said before throwing a bag of coins that she stole from the slavers. "Use this for your needs and recovery."

"As for ye sorry lads, I'm going to give you ten second head start to get out of my sight before I unmen you all with some target practice." the dwarf threatened.

"You cannot be…" before the goblin slaver with the missing toe finished Thark was already drawing another pistol.

"Five mississippi, six mississippi." the old dwarf said while loading his guns.

"Fuck…" the slavers yelled and ran off deep into the forests, holding onto their injured friend.

The dwarf flared his nose and looked back to the elves. "Their gone." He said while putting his flintlock pistols back up. "Yer alright there lassies?"

Fylrae withdraw her bow and arrow and tends her attention back to the family of elves. "Are you alright? Any….incident between the slavers?" She asked softly, making sure that whatever the slavers did to the elves at least it would not be a series of them using the elves to slake their lust.

"Yes we are fine. They had beaten and starved us in their attempts to break our hopes and submit to their demands. But none of them were able to touch us, at least not in their sick lustful ways." the mother High Elf spoke softly as she was carefully checking the injuries of her injured child.

"How did they catch you?" Fylrae asked once more.

The Blood Elf answered for her high elf sister. "We were going to Stormwind to see my sister's spouse. I'm a blood elf yes, but I'm a citizen of Dalaran. We were trekking through the safe mountains of the Arathi, but we never realized that there were slaver's there roaming around." She explained.

The Night Elf walked over to the injured half elven child who was held in her mother's arms. The child strongly resembled her mother except she had golden blonde hair with brown eyes instead of blue. While her mother was a highly attractive high elf female with slim elven physique, long straight white hair tied in a ponytail, straight nose, pinkish pale skin, and blue eyes.

"Just get help in the nearby neutral camp. I assure they're not a threat to your safety, their job is to safeguard the area."

The mother High Elf slowly stood up, carrying her child in her arms close to her as she and the rest of their family were getting ready to leave. Tears of gratefulness were pouring heavily down her eyes as she and her family made their way to the neutral ground as they were told, using the same horses and carts that were used to transport them around.

If it was not for the thick beard on his face, the Night Elf could have swore she could easily spot the old Dwarf smiling both proudly and in happiness at helping them.

"Aye ye done good lass. Reminds me of a time I once saved a lass and her babe from an invasion of Orcs back in my day in the military." Thark mentioned with a soft smile, never taking his one good eye off of watching the former elven slaves leave.

"It sickens me to see slavery." Fylrae mentioned.

"Ye ante the only one lass. Now so more then ever with a close one at danger of such cruel fate. Best we get the move on and save her from that life fast." Thark motioned for her and her companion Kuura to follow him as they now started making their way back to Booty Bay.

Meanwhile…

The two Gladiators slowly made their way to the gate that lead to the arena. The crowd that sat and watched from the safety of their seats cheered and applauded for the amazing upcoming event that would soon take place. Two of the finest gladiators the arena had ever seen in the moment, both from completely different sides and backgrounds, would compete together in a handicap match against several opponents at once.

The Gladiators take their breaths in large. Their eyes encased onto the front of the gate. Till then the sound of familiarity echoed to their ears, looking over to see Zan, and the three girls behind them, separated from the cold clutches of steel.

Zan looked over to see his warriors, he could see there was no sweat, there were no fear in their eyes, just the repeating their thoughts of burying steel to flesh. "They'll put armed slaves as an assistance for you two, they won't help much that's for sure, just a lamb in the slaughter but would help you in a way." He mentioned to them.

"Help would be needed." Larkon said while his Orc counterpart was unmoving, just focused ahead on the small skirmish.

"Just remember, don't think about anything. Just kill, and win the crowd" Zan advised.

"This is my work. I'm required to kill, so I kill." Larkon replied. "And that is enough."

"But do not forget your goals." their master also advice. "You'll need them."

"It will be on my weapon." Urak replied before adding. "A need to bleed is what I need and is needed."

Their master simply noded. "Well, both of you will be getting plenty of those that I promise. So, best of luck…"

One of the guards called at the Blood Elf. "We'll be going to set the release. Go back to your seats up above." They said.

Zan noded slightly, taking one last look at his two prized and most skilled warriors before walking off with his female servants following close by. The three just watched their friends, looking at them without receiving the same. They shouldn't because they would not want to see the state of their eyes, looming over them with a soulless stare, a stare of a different person.

The gate behind them shut. The arena was divided by a cage that separated the entire area in half. Both of the warriors could see who they were up against. It was almost like their first. An Ogre for them to kill, and some trolls, the same trolls native here in the Vale where they cannibalize each other.

The two warriors stared at their foes from the distance. Both deep at thought on what their strategy would be and being careful not to make the sudden moves until the start of the match was allowed. They scanned their environment quickly and quietly, looking for any possible chances they may take advantage of in the situation they were with it just them two vs the Ogre and trolls.

The Orc counterpart smiled with a killer's intent. "Guards, give me a spear." He requested behind the gate.

The guards raised their brows in curiosity. They had seen these two fight before and usually the Orc's weapon of choice was the double bladed axe he carried on the right of of his back. Still even curious to see what he maybe up to, they tossed him a spear for him to catch in the air. Testing it's sharpness by slightly cutting his finger to draw blood, causing his smile to widen at satisfaction of the sharpness of the weapon.

Larkon didn't pay attention to what the Orc was doing. It's every man's life in this subtle situation now. Just sheer will, smarts, and let blood lust take over himself to survive. Nothing else was on his mind other than to survive and be done with this. His lips, curled into the most narrowed frown, his brows moved to the narrowest curls. His teeth grit to its hilt.

"Be ready." The two heard the guards said as the gates shooked, indicating their work to start and see if they survive.