All it took for them to reach Darnassus, was to take a portal that was prepared for them. The tall white-haired mage clothed in the longs robes of azure color named Allinne was waiting for them a couple of hundreds of meters from the temple. She didn't say when she was them, the only thing that she did to greet them, or to tell the truth to greet Tyrande, was a simple low bow that didn't even last a second. The floating magical energy next to her showed the broad stoned streets, some grass, and a tree that bark was sculptured into the shape of a bear. It's the new experience for Sammara, inside the walls of the temple there weren't any mages, using the magic was prohibited. Of course, the magic of light, the magic of healing was an exception, but aside from that, any manifestation of the magic was to be punished, severely punished.
"You seemed restless." The mage acknowledged. "Is it caused by my presence?"
"Please, accept my apologies, I didn't mean to stare at you, Mis," Sammara immediately responded. "The arcane powers are forbidden in the home of Elune. It's just a new experience for me."
"Little child, there is nothing to be sorry about. I'm aware of what laws and rules are set in the temple, I have grown up there myself as well."
"Sammara, Allinne is one of my most trusted friends, you can put your trust in her as well, she won't fail you," Tyrande added softly.
"Tyrande, don't make me blush." The mage laughed. "Child, don't be ashamed in my presence, aside from me possessing some magical abilities, I'm the elf as much as you're."
"I'll try," Sammara whispered.
"You're fascinated about it, aren't you?" The white-haired magnus said, pointing at the portal. "Don't even try to hide it, your eyes are glittering when you're trying to peak a look at its form."
"It's intriguing, I must admit."
"Oh, it's, it's even more than that. Mind shaking my hand?"
"Of course no." The girl mumbled.
As soon as she held out her hand, the mage grabbed it and slightly adjusted it so her palm was on the top. Then, the white-haired woman whispered a few strange sounding words, and on top of it, a small barely visible circle appeared. It's a truly amazing sight for Sammara, the small but wonderful display of any magical powers never came to stop amaze her. When Tyrande's daughter averted her gaze from her own palm, she focused once again on the mage. She could spot the wide smile playing on her full, plump, wine-colored lips. Without a single thought, she smiled back.
"Tyrande, you know what it means?" The woman asked a few moments later.
"Yes, she has the potential to become a mage, or at least she has a decent amount of magical powers gathered inside of her body."
"Indeed, indeed. Will you let her study arcana?"
"No, at least not for now."
"Does it have a connection with…?"
"Yes, and I'd like not to talk about it for now."
"Of course, I'm sorry, my friend."
"It's fine." The high priestess smiled at the mage. "Sammara, if you have any questions concerning you about the magic, I think that Allinne will be more than willing to explain it to you and answer all of your questions."
"I'll keep it in mind."
"Wonderful. Tyrande do you want to use the teleport now, or do you want to spend some time here with your daughter, without our people bothering you?" The white-haired woman asked.
"I honestly would like to spend some time alone with Sammara, but you know that I can't afford it, the war barely finished, there is much to be done, too many to be mourned."
"I understand."
"Can I ask something?" Sammara asked suddenly.
"Of course, dear. What's it?" The leader of night elves responded.
"If you're busy with your duties, maybe I can spend some time with Allinne, and give you space to work with?" The girl proposed. "Of course only if you don't mind spending your free time with me." The daughter of Tyrande added facing the mage.
"As long Allinne agrees, I don't see any objections toward your idea."
"Yeah, it's fine. I can watch her for a few hours while you're taking care of our people." The white-haired magnus responded.
"Then, it's settled. Let's go, there is much to be done," Tyrande added.
"You're awfully cheerful as if you aren't going to spend a lot of time signing the edicts, responding for the letters, having the meetings. It isn't your usual attitude toward your duties," Allinne exclaimed surprised.
"I know, but usually I didn't have someone waiting for me to return, or to attend to." The chosen of Elune replied.
"Ah, I see. So you're so eager to deal with the duties as soon as possible to have time to spend with Sammara."
"Yes."
"I feel weird when you're talking about me as if I'm not right beside you." The girl sighed.
"I'm sorry, my child. It's something that adults tend to do, unfortunately. But as it's summed up, I'm waiting to spend as much time with you as I can," Tyrande cooed.
"So do I, high …. Mother," Sammara responded.
"I'm glad, let's proceed through the portal."
"Right after you, high priestess," Allinne teased the chose of the Goddess.
"You'll pay for it later." The priestess threatened while giggling.
"Yeah, as if you do anything in that case. I must admit your memory is not that greatest, so there is a high chance that you'll forget about it before you finish your duties." The mage smile mischievously.
"You … little …" The leader of elves mumbled.
"Little what?" Came the teas from the mage.
"Nevermind, let's get back to the business."
"If you say so."
"The faster I get to do it, the faster I'll be free, and will be able to do whatever I like."
"Don't be that delusional, you can't do many things that you'd want to." The white-haired magnus stated.
"Curse you, Alleinne. Leave me alone, I need some space from you." The aqua-haired woman growled.
"If you say so, come Sammara, someone here is starting to get tilted." The mage winked at the priestess, grabbed the hand of the girl, and headed toward the portal. "Till later, busy-head."
"Bye, mother." The white-haired teenager bid her farewell.
"Have fun, child." The priestess responded waving.
"Remember, the portal will stay active for less than 10 minutes when I went through it," Alleinne informed the chosen of the Goddess.
"Yeah, I know. I'll be right behind you."
"Splendid."
Sammara was honestly excited when she's like a few steps from a floating creation. She's curious what would she feel once she entered the portal, what feeling is to be teleported. The girl halted and was taring into the portal mindlessly. Suddenly, she felt that someone put a hand on her, and then, she's pushed by an enormous force, pushed into the portal. Her whole world started to blur, spin around. The white-haired teenager couldn't tell for sure what part of what she's witnessing was placed on the top or the bottom, everything was changing its position constantly. To some extent, the feeling was somehow similar to the feeling that you get when someone is spinning you around, making you dizzy. Honestly, Sammara didn't know how long the journey through the magical portal lasted, but for her, it's like a good few minutes, or maybe even longer? Then, as suddenly as everything began, the tunnel disappeared and the whole world returned to its normal state.
The girl fell onto her knees and was holding her stomach. It felt like everything that was there was flipped, making her want to puke. It took her more than a minute to calm down and stopped the problems that were caused by both her head and stomach. As soon as she dealt with it, she heard the loud chuckle that came from behind her. Once she turned around weakly, she spotted the mage who was barely able to stand on her legs, cause her whole frame was trembling from the laughter.
"That wasn't fun." The girl whimpered.
"Oh, come one, it wasn't that bad." The mage smiled reassuringly. "I've seen people react even worse than you did, but still I couldn't help myself but laugh when I saw your facial expression. You must excuse me that."
"Fine," Sammara mumbled.
"Don't feel bad, there are only a few people in the history who were able to stand on their feet after their first teleportation, and I can assure you it isn't connected with magical aptitude."
"I just feel embarrassed, nothing more."
"Oh, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, your mother puked at least 3 or more times when I took her with me for the much shorter teleportation."
"Is it so?"
"Of course." The mage responded giggling.
"Of course, you must have told that," Tyrande said a second later.
"Honestly, have you excepted something else?"
"No, I truly knew that you'll do it sooner or later." The priestess admitted.
"I don't see any problem with that." The mage said.
"Of course, you don't. You're one of the few who don't have such unpleasant memories related to that."
"Tyra, if I'm, to be honest, I didn't do better than Sam." The white-haired woman laughed.
"Really?" Sammara asked curiously.
"Yeah, it wasn't that great experience for the first time and my mentor who was with me was one of the most powerful mages I've ever met. Wait, no, he's the strongest I've know, I know, and I'm pretty sure I'll ever know." The magnus corrected herself.
"Who was it?"
"Someone who isn't with us anymore," Alleinne replied quickly, quickly glancing at Tyrande. "Maybe in the future, I'll tell you more about him, but no now."
"Can't you tell me his name at least?"
"Sammara, it's a really painful memory for both of us, in time we'll tell you, but it's a fresh wound on both of our souls and hearts," Tyrande explained.
"Oh, I see. I assume he died in the recent war?"
"Yes, he did." The priestess replied, earning the rough look from the master of arcana.
"You can say that." The white-haired woman backed up Tyrande's statement.
"Oh, I'm sorry that I've asked, then." The teenager replied, lowering her head.
"It's fine, Sammara. It's just something that we haven't recovered from yet." The priestess reassured the girl.
"There is no point in dwelling in the past, the past already happened, and we can't do anything about it, or to change it, so there no point to bother ourselves with it." The white-haired mage stated.
"There is the truth in what you just said," Tyrande agreed.
"Shouldn't you go to the temple to work?" The magnus asked.
"Yeah, I should, but I don't want to."
"If you don't go now, I'll be forced to use my powers and take you there by the force," Alleinne threatened.
"You wouldn't dare to do it, friend." The priestess laughed.
"Would you want to bet?"
"No, there is no point in that."
"Hight priestess, thank Elune." The female's voice came from the distance.
When all of them turned their heads into the direction the voice was coming from, they saw a very tall woman who was running into them. She's wearing the armor made mostly of the leathers, chain mail, and furs. She had a deep-blue-hair put into the short ponytail. On her face, the girl could spot the purple-colored tattoo that went trough both of her eyes in the shape of the curved line. Her were the same as the majority of their people, cold and silver. The woman seemed to be moving without effort with great graciousness. In less than a few heartbeats the soldier caught up to them.
"My apologies, high priestess." She said without any breathlessness. "I was seeking you for more than a half-hour by now, I'm glad I was finally able to locate you."
"Lynore, what's the matter that you're in such a hurry to find me?" The leader asked.
"I have information that is truly concerning about Silithus." The blue-haired woman stated.
"What happened in Silithus?" The priestess asked worriedly.
"For now, this is not certain information, but I worry that our ancient enemy could have returned," Lynore said cooly.
"Do you mean…?"
"Yes, I fear that qiraji might have returned."
"Tell me you're joking right now," Alleinne said, her face pale-white.
"I'd love to say that, magister Raveneye." The soldier answered stoically.
"We've decimated them hundreds of years ago!" The mage shouted.
"I know, I pray that the information turns into one huge misunderstanding, but I can't help but fear the worst, that we haven't killed every single qiraji back then."
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what are you talking about?" Sammara said, blushing slightly.
"Who are you, child?" The soldier replied harshly.
"Lynore, please forgive my daughter's lack of our history, but you don't have to be so harsh to her, she's only a child, after all." The chosen of Elune said rising the voice slightly.
"My apologies, high priest. I didn't know you've got a daughter. Sorry, kid."
"Don't mention it," Sammara replied with a shyly smile. "But still I don't know anything aside from the name of some race, and some date that's telling me nothing, to be honest."
"Sammara, oh Sammara." The mage said. "We're referring to the War of the Shifting Sands, the war that nearly destroyed our race, the war that took so many lives of the people close to our hearts. The qiraji is the race of humanoid insects that possesses significant knowledge and intelligence. They're the servants of the one of the Old Gods, C'thun. Our forces were lead by archdruid Fandral Staghelm and with the aid of the dragons we're able to defeat our enemies after long and bloody conflicts. But there was no rejoice when the final battle was won when the walls of Ahn'Qiraj were captured, and the temple of the Old God went silent. There were too many dead, missing, disabled, injured to feast. In that time there was no place for nothing aside of tears. The archdruid lost his only son by the hand of the General Rajaxx, ripped in two with general's claws. The fear of qiraji and their servants silithid is still strong in the hearts of our people. The fear that one day they'll return and bring havoc on that world once again."
"I didn't know, I'm sorry." The girl apologized.
"Kid, it isn't the knowledge that priestesses of Elune are willing to share. Even though it's a really important part of our history and to some extent pretty recent, they're afraid of the seed of the fear that could be planted into the hearts of the new generation." The blue-haired soldier sighed.
"Commander, it's enough. In time I'll explain that part of our history to her." The priestess cut of Lynore.
"Of course. I'd like to ask for permission to dispatch soldiers to Silithus."
"Permission granted, we need to know if the enemy returns."
"Order acknowledged."
"Be careful, commander. If the enemy truly returns, leave Silithus as soon as possible and send the information to Shandis, then join forces with her awaiting reinforcement." The mage exclaimed. "We don't need heroes at the beginning of the war, we need people who will do what is required of them, don't try to sacrifice your life, Lynore."
"Understood," Lynore responded, blushing slightly when the Shandis's name was mentioned.
"You're dismissed," Tyrande added.
"I won't fail you, high priestess." The commander said before turning around and running straight ahead.
"I think there are matters far more important than management for now." The leader of the elves whispered.
"I couldn't agree more, friend." The mage agreed.
"Sammara, your lessons, and training must be taken as the priority. We'll teach you everything that you need to know about our continent, history, and matters related to those. Tomorrow you'll be assigned to the training ground where the instructors will find out what specialization you'll be greatest at, and they'll lead you for next year." The chosen of Elune added.
"Yes, mother," Sammara responded.
"We must resign from our little tour around Darnassus, but when we'll be free I'll repay you for that," Alleinne exclaimed with a sad expression.
"It's fine, I'll be happy to help as much as I can." The teenager assured them.
"Sammara, I'm afraid that peace wouldn't last long for us, I'd love you to live in more peaceful times, but I can't do anything about it. From tomorrow we'll start your transformation from the girl into the proud and deadly night elf woman."
"I understand."
"No, child, you don't." The mage and the priestess said sadly in the union.