AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING WORLD OF WARCRAFT! ANY REAL IN GAME CHARACTERS AND WoW BELONGS TO BLIZZARD! NO COPY RIGHT INTENDED! IT'S A GREAT GAME! :) I really hope you guys comment and let me know how you feel or like the story! I love your comments, they always make me smile! Also, I know there are a lot of time skips in the story, but that is how I planned it; there must be time intervals for progress.

"Varian, take her to the D'Leonhart Estate, please. Clear this up for my sake, it tires me to think of how much my friend has already suffered with the loss of his home and child." Varian nodded, his thick spiky hair bounced with is head motions.

Echo walked slowly next to the prince. Echo was so confused but Varian seemed to understand as he subtly observed her scrunched brows.

"My father wasn't lying. Believe me, neither my father and I would do this to you if we felt for certain... of this situation. The last thing we would want is to hurt either you or the D'Leonhart family. They heard about you being raised by the Horde and you were Human. They are assuming with a glimmer of hope, and... we told them that you very closely resemble the Lord." Echo frowned and glared at the prince.

"I apologize, but you resemble Lord D'Leonhart. You truly do," Varian tried to reason with the woman but only got a dry look from her.

But what if I am not their missing daughter... I would hurt them greatly; even if I was... it would still end up the same with both parties hurt. Echo thought to herself and felt her scarred brow twitch in irritation.

The walk through the city was long and it wasn't until they reached an outer spacing of Stormwind that Varian looked to Echo.

"This is it. They preferred space to themselves and their children; it was their summer home before the attack. Now… come Echo." Echo followed Varian and walked up the steps the large structure.

Echo held her breath a little. Why was she so nervous?

The door rand loudly as the prince knocked upon it with the iron knocker. A few seconds later, a well-dressed man, a Scholar of some sort, answered the door.

His green eyes widened.

"My lord!? G-Greetings Prince Wrynn. Please do come in! And your guest?" Varian smiled a little to the flustered man.

"Please do calm yourself, Scholar Landan. I am here to see the Lord and Lady." Echo was feeling increasingly uncomfortable and it seemed that Varian was sensing it too. The walk down the luxurious home's halls was short and they came to a parlor where two figures sat. A few other figures sat around enjoying each other's company as well, possibly their children.

"Mother. Father. The prince is here with a guest." Both figures turned, stood and bowed respectfully to the prince.

"Your majesty. What are you doing here if I may be so bold to ask?" The woman asked in a soft voice. Echo noticed the woman was very short and curvy for her age with long, curly silver colored hair, soft green eyes, and a kind expression on her face. The man that stood next to her was very tall, thin, had long straight brown hair streaked with grey in a low ribbon, and his eyes were a tired grey color.

They looked like a lovely couple. Echo couldn't help but notice… she had some of their similarities.

They both seemed to notice her as Varian stepped to the side and introduced her.

"This, Lord Ayden and Lady Deianna, is Grand Spymaster Echo Whitefeather. She is the one you had heard about from my father and I." Echo watched as the mother's eyes widened considerably and she walked to the front of Echo.

"Grand Spymaster… such a title it is. E-Echo Whitefeather? That is truly your name?" Eco raised her brow a little and nodded slightly.

Tears gather in the green eyes of the woman in front of Echo. She raised her hands a little.

"Can… can you please show me your face? Please?" Echo gently grabbed the edges of her mask and pulled it down to her neck and watched as the mother began to sob.

"Ayden! She looks just l-like Quincy!" Deianna sobbed as her husband quickly came to her side and glanced at Echo. His eyes were tearful as well, he gently raised his hand to touch Echo's face but Echo frowned and backed up a little.

This is moving too fast!

"Quincy Avaelon… that was our daughter's name. You look so much like her. The eye color, hair, tell me…do you have a scar behind your ear?" Echo felt her body stiffen. How the hell did they now about that tiny scar? She had too much damn hair for anyone to see it. She even forgot about it long ago.

Both parents seemed to notice Echo's change in behavior.

"You do? A-Are you mute as well?" Echo stiffened. Both the Lord and Lady glanced to one another hopeful, both Varian and Echo felt their eyes widen as the Lady asked in a frightened voice.

HOW!?

"Quincy had gotten her scar from an accident; I was having trouble birthing her and they had to cut her out. Unfortunately, the accident also affected her vocal cords somehow, I believe it was lack of oxygen when the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck… she was never able to make a sound." Echo was feeling very, very uncomfortable.

I want to leave...

"She was stolen from us, for ransom, by bandits who saw our home of Andorhal as a target for quick coin. We were told to pay the amount and they would drop her off near a neutral safe zone… near the edge of Mount Hyjal, I believe, but we never saw them or her again. We hoped but they never came." Echo felt sick. Everything was coming together the more they revealed.

"You have her scar, her eyes, her hair, her face, and her disability… you are my Quincy…" Echo backed away from the couple even more as the mother tried to touch Echo again. Tears of sorrow filled the mother's eyes.

"Why do you not recognize us!? We are your parents! We have loved you and grieved for you! Please!?" Echo looked to three other adults in the room, they all had their parents' features in a variety of ways, but they all look sad and/or angry at her.

They had no said a word but it looked like the eldest boy, the one Vairan called Landan gently held his mother while the father, Ayden, turned to Echo.

His eyes were exactly like hers; the more she looked at him, the more she was seeing their resemblance.

"Pardon my wife, my Lord and Spymaster. It is just… we have looked so long and we finally find you, it is a hard journey to take." Echo gazed to the other adults, their children, sat quietly.

She could see their resemblances to her own. Though every one of them held green eyes like their mother, she held the same silver as the father. Almost every single one of them had a thick head of straight brown hair, the same color as hers but hers was wavy like the mothers. Echo frowned.

Echo could feel her breathing deepen in thought and her eyes lower sadly.

She felt sad for these people, they lost their daughter… even if she was this "Quincy Avaelon" at one point in her life; she was Echo Whitefeather of Aellas and Cairin Whitefeather in Thunder Bluff. That is how she wished to remain.

"Father, mother, please stop this." The eldest of the women stood, gently dusting off the invisible dirt of her emerald gown. Her hand raised and rest on her stomach with a hip cocked to the side.

"Can you not see that you are making her guilty and uncomfortable? The Spymaster is clearly not interested in joining our family, even if the Horde brainwashed her when she was taken. If she was our sister at one point, she clearly isn't anymore," The woman scowled deeply at Echo.

That attitude was going to get her hit one day.

"Aliera! Silence your tongue." The lord of the house turned to his daughter, with a scowl on his own lips.

Echo could feel pressure building in her breasts. She really didn't want to make these people feel bad but she would never abandon the family who raised her and loved her.

Echo looked to the crying woman and gently pulled out a hankerchief from her bags. Echo touched the woman's shoulders and watched as the teary eyed mother gazed up at Echo's soft silver eyes… just like her husband's own eyes.

"Thank you." Echo was taken aback by the sudden hug the woman encased her with.

"Please tell me, did… did they, y-your family, take care of you?" Echo smiled lightly and relaxed.

She nodded slightly, a small smile pulled her lips upward.

'They did. They truly love me. And I love them.' Deianna nodded with a faint smile. She stepped to her husband and eldest son.

"That was all I ever wanted for yo- for my daughter, to be happy and healthy, Q- Echo." Deianna gently touched Echo's cheek. Echo felt Deianna pull her into the room next to her other children.

Varian smiled lightly and felt Ayden gently touch his shoulders. The scene was peaceful and joyous.

"Thank you, your majesty… for bringing her back. Even if she is no longer ours, it is good to know and see she lived well and had a happy life. This is the closure we needed." Varian bowed his head to the tall Lord in front of him.

"You have served and befriended my father for many decades, when we saw her… we had to tell you. It was the last kind of resolve he wanted to find for you." Varian smiled as Deianna talked animatedly to Echo and pointed to her children; Echo looked a little overwhelmed but that made Varian smirk.

"This is Landan, my eldest son. This lovely woman is Aliera, my eldest daughter. And lastly, this is Sophaeres, my third eldest so- I mean my youngest." Echo gently nodded her head to the brunettes in respect.

Echo could instantly tell by the way each of them presented and dressed themselves, what they were. Landan was a Professor or Scholar of some sort, Aliera was a most likely a wife of a young Lord or noblemen by the luxurious jewels and the diamond ring on her ring finger that were presented on her person and the slight bump that was barely showing where her belly was, and Sophaeres was a man of the Light to say the least… he was probably taking after the steps of some sort of Paladin or Knight judging by his plated form.

She was the only one of the family unit to be a soldier and be involved in the war by the looks of it.

Echo nodded to Deianna's children. Said woman smiled broadly, utter joy evident in her face.

"I would introduce my son in law, Aliera's husband, but he away in Ironforge for a meeting with the royal house." Echo nodded. She figured this snotty woman, Aliera, was the wife of a Noblemen.

"Grand Spymaster? That is the title you are presented with?" Echo raised her brow at Aliera's question it was more condescending than anything else. She nodded.

"Aliera..." Echo could hear the Lord warn his daughter.

This ought to be good…

"That title is for a man's position, why are you, a woman of noble birth like we were born into, doing playing such a task?" Echo felt anger grow in her stomach.

"Aliera! I said enough! That is a fantastic feat to achieve, especially for a woman such as Echo is." Ayden smiled kindly at Echo. She could see a proud look graze on Lord D'Leonhart's face as he said the title.

"Tell me, Echo." Echo was sat down next to Deianna and Landan. "Are you involved in the war?" Echo nodded. Deianna gasped.

"Actually, Lady D'Leonhart, Spymaster Echo is one of our leading tactic strategists in the war right now. She was mainly stationed in Dalaran." Ayden nodded his head a little, a proud gleam could be seen.

Aliera scowled at Echo.

"That is not the position a lady should be taking, let the men do their job." Echo slammed her foot into the floor in annoyance and gave Aliera a cold glare.

'My job? A man's job? It is everyone's job to protect our home. There is no such thing as a woman's or man's job, my Lady.'

Echo scowled deeply at Aliera who paled at Echo's signs.

Besides that snide comment and a nice chatter of the D'Leonhart household, Echo and Varian stood to leave.

"Would you like to stay for dinner, Echo, your majesty?" Both shook their heads.

"As much as I would love to, my lady… I cannot. I must get back to my father and my fiancé. Spymaster Echo needs to rest as she leaves for Dalaran in the morrow." Deianna gasped and held a sorrowful look in her eyes.

"I understand. Please, do come and visit us again. One day, we hope we could meet the wonderful people who raised and took care of you, Echo. I would like to thank them for raising such a brave, wonderful, and truly kind woman, you have become so much more than what I hoped you to be," Echo smiled lightly at Deianna. She shook all the mens' hands and nodded to the snotty sister, then they left.

Echo felt tears rise in her eyes but held them in.

'Thank you, for doing that. I understand how much that really meant to them…' Varian smiled lightly and patted Echo's shoulder.

"I should thank you for making my father's friends smile again; it gave them reassurance that they didn't lose someone so wonderful as she was already there this whole time, helping others." Echo rolled her eyes at the cliché words and bid the prince goodnight.

Echo entered her Inn room quietly and sat on her bed softly. She removed her mask and looked to her bed, desperately ready for sleep. Slowly, she reached into her hair and held the small silver bead and the let her fingers graze the single white feather that lay clipped to it, the other feather had long been gone. Silver orbs gazed back at the silver bead, reflecting the saddening face of the looker.

Slowly, silver eyes burned with pressure and filled with hot tears. Rosy lips wobbled and hands quickly went to flushed cheeks as the tears over flowed. Echo clenched the ornament of her parentage and nearly fell to her knees as the weight of what she learned hit her fully.

Silent sobs made rose from parted lips, tears and eyes spoke of silent agony; the Rogue's shoulders shook as she curled in on herself over the bed edge.

Cry.

Cries of agony and confusing misery was all Echo did made that night, yet not a sound could be heard as it never was.

If there was anything Echo did, it was to never let anyone see her weak. She would never give anyone a chance to use her weaknesses against her or anyone she loved.

Echo was quiet, but she was not blind.


2 Days Later…

Echo sighed in irritation. Her trip to Dalaran had been delayed again.

Mathias was frowning at the map and stood next to her and the King.

"The scouts in the east of the Plaguelands have been slaughtered. The Scourge have over run the land and fields, all the farmers have abandoned. In the Eastern Plaguelands, I have gotten reports from various parties the Northpass Tower and the Eastwall Tower have been surrounded by the Scourge along the main roads."

Echo frowned. That worried Echo greatly, not that far from the towers laid Uther and the Order of the Silver Hand's location at Light's Hope Chapel. She greatly hoped they were okay.

With tightened lips, Echo bite her tongue in anger.

How many more people have to die because of this?

Echo clenched her teeth and slammed her hands down on the maps. The king gently walked next to the stressed out Rogue. He placed a frail hand onto her shoulder, making her turn her attention to him.

"We did not know, do not blame yourself." King Llane tried to reason with her.

Echo shook her head.

But I sent them out there…

A sharp shock hit Echo in the chest and head, she flinched a little. Khadgar, who sat in front of her, flinched a little too. It was like a wave of electricity filled the air and disappeared just as quickly as it came.

What was that?

Echo looked to Khadgar, who was silence for once. He looked confused and had an indescribable expression on his face.

Echo tapped her fingers on the table causing the Mage to look at her.

'What do you sense, Khadgar? Did… did you feel that too?'

"Yes. Something has changed… I can feel something in the magical force has altered, but I do not know what it is as of yet." Echo furrowed her brows and could understand what

King Llane frowned and looked to the two.

"Khadgar, head to Dalaran. Figure out what is going on. Report back to me on what you can find. Echo, head to the Light's Hope Chapel; assist Uther until I can figure out what is happening to the north and west. I understand you were to head to Dalaran but right now we need you." Both figures nodded and saluted the King.

Echo sighed a little disheartened. Khadgar stood tall and opened a portal, the reflection showed the Chapel, Echo smiled thankfully to Khadgar.

'Thank you.' Khadgar smiled softly and waved her goodbye.

"Good luck, Spymaster. Knock them dead!" Echo rolled her eyes. The Mage had a real affinity for shitty puns.

The pulling and twisting of the arcane magic made Echo shiver as she entered the Eastern Plaguelands, looking ahead of the red tinted air to the large Chapel that stood proudly in the grim and tainted lands.

"Spymaster. It is good to see we got some assistance," Uther stated nonchalantly and nodded to Echo.

The lands had changed drastically since the last time Echo had been there so many years ago. Echo sighed a little and unsheathed her daggers.

"Go to the south and patrol. I have already sent a party to the north," Uther ordered Echo who nodded.

She cruised along the roads and began slowly walking, ready for oncoming Scourge or any Scourge she could see. Her trained eyes and ears waited and over time she managed to pick off a few wanderers.

Echo made an amazing discovery while she was out there… they were attracted to the scent of freshly spilled blood. She took off her glove and cut along her forearm, and smirked at a good number of Ghouls appearing through the mushroom trees and rising from the grounds.

It became hours of slaughter, no remorse or sadness. The golden sunlight never seemed to permeate the red tinted air but the lowering of light in the sky did indicate night was approaching.

A small honey colored glow began making its way towards Echo, who crouched on top of a small tree waiting for more ghouls. She briefly glanced towards the light and spotted Uther making his way towards her with a lantern in hand. She jumped down silently and nodded her head at him.

Uther had walked upon Echo; her figure was splattered heavily with glistening ebony blood and partially dusted with bone dust.

She didn't seem to notice the Paladin intended presence till his large plated hand gently grabbed her shoulder. Grey eyes, practically screaming exhaustion and frustration, briefly glanced up at him before trying to spot more Scourge.

"Come Echo. There is no more you can do today. The sun is down, we are more vulnerable if we stay out here any longer." Echo yanked herself out of his grasp.

'Then you leave. I will stay here, there is more, I can feel it.' Uther frowned deeply. He rolled his cyan eyes. Her hard headedness would going to kill her one day.

"Echo, we need to go. Jaina is waiting for you at the Chapel, she is intending to take you to Dalaran. You've done enough for today." Echo raised her brows in surprise. A smile came to her face at the thought of the home away from home.

By the time they got to the marble Chapel, all the torches were brightly glowing with orange flames. The shadows of the forests and lands twisted and danced on the grounds and trees, beckoning those in the light to follow into the darkness.

Echo spotted Jaina as they closed in on the Chapel. The Mage looked anxious and glanced towards their direction.

The blonde smield widely and ran to Echo.

"Echo! Come! We need to get to Dalaran! Come!" Echo felt her arm nearly dislocate as Jaina pulled her along form Uther's side.

The rounded azure portal popped up beside Jaina with a swipe of her hand.

Jaina smiled directly at Echo, her bright sky colored eyes spoke of a secret.

"Come, my friend." With that Jaina and Echo disappeared from sight and were instantly in the portal room. Echo felt her stomach twist and the room twirl until everything stopped moving. Jaina became very quiet and solemn suddenly when they were out of sight.

"I wanted to wait till we were out of hearing range. Echo… he's back." Echo felt her heart stop.

Who!? Arthas!?

Jaina gently held Echo's shoulders tightly and gaze into her eyes. Her head shook and a faint whisper crawled over Echo's skin.

"Kael'thas is back."

Echo inhaled sharply and looked past the Mage to the direction past Runeweaver Square.


A quick blur of black and grey zipped past the violet citizens of Dalaran. The Rogue sprinted over the roofs of the magical city; she headed straight for the Violet Citadel.

Echo glared as she saw the doors of the Citadel were tightly closed. Grey eyes diverted upwards and spotted the tall towers banister openings that laid under the roofs.

Echo backed up and sprinted up to the towers, scaling the walls at quick speeds. She managed to grasp onto the railing before her momentum ran out.

Echo silently grunted and slid inside the tower, the top room was completely empty except for a single lantern lit, a desk, and chair.

The Rogue made her way stealthily down the wooden stairs, making sure not to make any of them creak from the stress of weight.

She could hear multiple voices could be heard from down below. She recognized all of them.

Khadgar.

Antonidas.

Aethas Sunreaver.

That bastard, Garithos.

And... Kael'thas.

What is going on?

"Are you not listening to me? The Kaldorei are not to be trusted! Illidan has tainted the stream. The Black Gate has opened and the flood of Fel and demons has been over running the Blasted Lands. The Legion is coming." Kael'thas sounded exhausted and irritated.

"The Legion!?" Khadgar gasped.

"That is what I suspected that Arthas was doing with Kel'Thuzad… now we have to worry about two different forces." Antonidas stated solemnly.

"Why should we trust you, Elf? You left abruptly for weeks and have not once stated anything or come back till now." Garithos gruffly barked at Kael'thas.

"I had to take my people to safety. Silvermoon was over run! No one came to help us but one person… who is most likely dead because of me." Echo felt her heart beat quickly.

"Be lucky I don't put you in the Violet Hold, boy, for your insubordination."

"I had to save my people!" Kael'thas growled out to the Grand Marshal.

Khadgar silenced them both, "Prince Sunstrider is right. He had to help his people like we had to help ours in times of need. It looks like the situation is much worse. If you had taken your people to the Blasted Lands and the gate is open… that means that feeling in the magical force that I felt earlier was the gate opening… but by what?"

There was silence.

A very long silence until they heard it.

Antonidas spoke slowly and lowly with hidden fury in his voice. "Kel'Thuzad has summoned Achimonde."

Every breath in the citadel froze. Time felt like it stopped as well.

"I did not expect the gate to open again… if it opened the portal to the Outlands, then the mission is now compromised; it was to remain sealed."

"Archmage Antonidas… what do we do?" Aethas murmured in question after a long pause.

"We need to send forces to kill whatever exits that gate till I can figure out how to close it."

"The legion is at work now, Arthas is now the very least of our problems. Arthas summoned Kel'Thuzad to summon another abomination, Archimonde. Now that he walks Azeroth and the gate is open, Arthas is no longer interested in playing while they distract us. He is going to watch his work at play. Garithos, go to the Black Gate at the crack of dawn in the morrow, destroy all those who exit that damned portal."

A grunt was heard. Then footsteps walked to the door and exited.

"Khadgar, go and inform the King. This is now a crisis. Inform him about the Night Elves as well… this investigation must be looked into now. There is no telling what ancient magic that traitorous Night Elf has done." A sharp arcane whistle pierced the air and a pop followed.

Echo could see the two elves and Antonidas standing in the middle of the room, looking at on another.

"Aethas, you are to head to the Sunstrider Isle, take Grand Magister Rommath with you. Investigate the Sunwell and find out what Kel'Thezad did to summon Archimonde." The red headed Mage nodded and quickly left the room.

Antonidas stared at Kael'thas with disappointment in his eyes.

"I thought I knew you better, as a member of the Council Six, you knew that you were supposed to come back and inform us," the tone was degrading.

"And what do you suppose I had done, Antonidas?" The regal tone in Kael'thas' voice sent a shiver down the Rogue's spine. It was really hot to hear him this way.

"My home is gone. The Sunwell is tainted; our magic is no longer accessible. Barely 10 percent of my people still stand and breathe life… my honor and duty as their prince is to protect them and keep them safe… all that has been compromised by your prince's actions." Kael'thas' eyes were strange and no longer the bright azure she knew him for… they were a strange mix of turquoise. His glare was hard and was void of any emotion.

Something horrible must have happened in the lands he sent his people to.

"If you look for an apology for my absence for the sake of keeping what is left of my people alive, then you can imprison me now." Antonidas said nothing but nodded.

"I do feel for your people, young prince. But the saving of your people is going to be for naught if this world is going to be plagued by the Legion. Every mistake we make from now on will cost everyone whether they be for your people or for the hunt of that traitor Illidan." With that, the Archmage left in a flutter of indigo robes.

Kael'thas stood there in long crimson robes, his appearance was very haggard and almost twisted as his scowl. He clenched his staff and growled lowly to himself.

Echo jumped down from her hidden position and stood tall in front of him. She gently laid her hand on his cheek and tilted his head to look at her. She watched his eyes widen, it must of been her imagination as she felt him tremble ever so slightly.

"Echo…? My dreams keep mixing with reality… I saw you die with Silvermoon. Is this a dream? If so, please, don't wake me." Kael'thas closed his exhausted eyes and closed his hand over hers.

"You are a star in the daylight still gleaming, but beneath the sunlight so unrecognized." Echo felt tears of relief and sadness prickle her eyes.

Kael'thas opened his eyes and gently touched Echo's face, she was real. He was real… it was no dream.

He glanced over her form, she was bruised, battered, and splattered with darken blood and dust; yet she looked so beautiful to him.

She gently touched her forehead to his, Echo felt her lips wobble.

Kael'thas stared at her lips then eyes; he quickly grabbed her by the waist and yanked her mask down. The wait had been agonizing but the reunion was the best, their lips collided before fate tore them apart once again.

Echo tangled her fingers into his golden hair. Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull in pleasure.

A disgusted scoff broke them apart. Garithos stood in the doorway with a scowl of disgust and he glared heatedly at them both.

"I came to speak to Antonidas before I leave and I come to see you both…together." Garithos spit at the floor next to Echo's feet.

"You little harlot. This is the way you got into the ranks, huh? I knew it. And you're screwing the Elf? At least have some dignity to sleep with a member of your own race. After all… don't you have a race to rebuild, Prince Sunstrider?" Echo narrowed her eyes dangerously and reached back to unsheathe her blade.

Echo took a step towards Garithos. He took a step forward, smirking.

"How dare you pull a blade on me, you little whore. Go on then, attack me! It will give a good reason to put you both in the Violet Hold. I do love to interrogate my female prisoners." Echo felt herself stiffen at his words and their innuendo. Did... did he rape female prisoners? A shiver ran down her spine in revolt.

Kael'thas held a look of pure hate at the Grand Marshal but did not let himself get carried away. He gently grabbed Echo's wrist and pulled it down.

"No, Echo. Don't." Echo glanced back to Kael'thas and reluctantly nodded.

Both the prince and Echo left the Citadel with Garithos staring after them with a heated glare.

Echo stared at Kael'thas quietly as they made their way to Runeweaver Square. She was trying to make sure she wasn't the one dreaming.

She tightened her grip in his hand and closed her eyes for a second in deep thought.

He is real… he is here, at least for right now.

AN: WARNING! NEXT CHAPTER CONTAINS FULL ON SEXUAL CONTENT! BE WARNED AND DON'T READ IF UNDER 18, PLEASE!