I woke up in the morning and took about 45 minutes to an hour sharpening my blade to a razor-sharp point. Thinking to myself, maybe even wondering if that dwarf had a family. A mother or wife that would mourn his lost. Was I making orphans or a widow, the Night Elf from yesterday decided to take his own life, Wretched were mana crazed lunatics, looking for another hit of magic. This was someone's baby at one-point, what kind of a future did that mother see when she looked into her babies' eyes. Did she see that he was going to die in an unmarked grave, deep in an enemies territory, because that's what's going to happen, and I'm going to have to be the one to do it. I tested the blade on a raw pork shoulder, cut right through with little effort better than a chef's knife, and I sharpened it again. It would be clean and painless; he might scream from the shear terror of seeing his limbs fall apart like cut meat or the sight of his own blood falling in his hands. But he wouldn't be in any pain, or I could cut his throat and I wouldn't hear any screaming, but he'd drown in his own blood. He would definitely feel that.

I walked out of the inn and looked The Captain of the Blood Hawks in the eye. When he looked back at me I started walking to the north sanctum and walked up to the dwarf, "Can I speak to you in private, Anvilward?"

He looked at me suspiciously, "I don't recall ever giving you my name, but if I must."

I led him in the sanctum, clicked my teeth, and started, "Do you have a family?" I asked.

He raised one eyebrow at me, "I don't see how that's any of your business."

I nodded and acknowledged that, "Where you from, you can indulge me with that right?"

He shrugged slightly, "Khaz Modan." He answered.

I nodded, "Do you know how I know?"

"What are you talking about?" He looked at me confused.

"The report you made with magic ink left an imprint, I'll it took was some charcoal. To see that it was your handwriting." I explained.

He nodded and laughed slightly, "Well if you think-"

"Listen to me." I put my finger in front of him interrupting him, "I think you're working independently, maybe out of a personal vendetta and you convinced some sympathizers to volunteer, and it has nothing to do with the treaty we have with your kind."

He looked at me like I had something disgusting on my face, "Are you serious?"

"You can come quietly, and you will be executed, but it won't be considered a war crime." I explained, "I'm sorry but there's no scenario where you come out of this alive. But you'll be saving the lives of your people."

He laughed, "Do you think my people are afraid of your kind? You people are hawks with clipped wings, and whatever treaty we had with your people was forfeit when you put in your lot with the Horde."

I shook my head, "We haven't officially joined any faction, but we were taking help wherever we can find it. We took help from you until you betrayed that. If you fess up to this, we can keep taking help from your people."

He rolled his eyes, "Aye, I know what kind of help your people will take in desperation and I know what you do to former allies that don't give you what you want. Let me fess up to this then; any help you receive from us will be disingenuous." He started to move toward the opening, and I moved in front of him, "Get out of my way." He ordered.

I looked down at him in the eyes, "No."

"I said MOVE!" He readied his fist to punch me.

I took my blade off my back and plugged the point into his right collar so deep that if came out of his hip. He fell on his right side, let out a high-pitched screech, and he tried to grab at the hilt of the blade. Lay-Keeper Caidanis ran in concerned, "What's going on in here?"

I grab the dwarf by the collar of his shirt and looked at Lay-Keeper Caidanis and screamed, "MOVE!"

He looked at me confused but he got out my way, as I dragged the kicking and screaming dwarf back to the Captain of the Blood Hawks, whatever that was supposed to mean.

The dwarf screamed words that were tangible sometimes as he left a trail of blood behind him. The blood elves I passed by looked a me in horror and I ignored the pleading dwarf's cries of pain and for help. Eventually I was in front of a very confused and wide eye captain. Once I was there, I quickly pulled the blade from the dwarf and he squirted out a pool of blood near the captains' feet and passed away. "THERE!" I screamed, "I BROUGHT THE ALLIANCE SPIES HEAD! HE'S DEAD, THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE! THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, DIDN'T YOU?!" I threw the blooded blade at him and he move to the side seeming to be more annoyed then shocked and angry. "ARE YOU CONVINCED I PICKED A SIDE NOW?!" I spit in his face.

He wiped off his face now seeming angry.

I just stood there breathing heavy, shaking like a leaf from the adrenaline. I looked around once I calmed down a bit. Everyone seeming to be in shock, I looked back at Captain Aeldon, "I want his remains sent back to Khaz Modan."

He looked down at the body and back at me. "I need to place you under arrest." He said blankly.

He made a motion with his head and the guards put me in handcuffs. A dragon hawk came to my location and brought me into Silvermoon City. Eventually, a mage brought me to another land where it was really hot and dry. There I sat in a holding cell and Aeldon Sunbrand explained a lot of things that had happened in the past four years. The battle at Mount Hyjal, the liberation of the undead and orcs, how every race of the Alliance had fallen from grace. We exchanged stories back and forth about what I was doing, about my blackouts, and suggested that that might be a way I could be released early. Eventually someone in red and steel armor showed up, "Is that her?" His voice was deep and raspy.

Aeldon nodded at the large figure, "Yes High Overlord, that's her. I'm here because this is partially my fault. I could tell she was uneasy about executing the dwarf and I didn't make any mentions of subtlety."

"Open the cell." The large orc ordered.

Another orc grunt opened the cell and in stepped a huge orc that towered over me and sat down on a platform I was using for sleeping. "Brutality. Those are the charges you face."

"Are you my lawyer?" I asked.

He laughed and shook his head, "I've been educated just recently. By high elf law you should be imprisoned for a few hundred years. The warchief would have you publicly executed. Eye for an eye and all that." He looked at me, "Do you know where you are?"

I shook my head, "No, it's hot though."

"You're in Orgrimmar. It's rough but it's home." He stated.

I shook my head, "My home was taken, I only joined the Horde because I was told we could take it back. The only thing I've done since I came to Silvermoon was kill things and I only did what I thought you wanted me to do."

He looked at me confused, "What do you think the Horde is?"

I shrugged slightly, "An army, a navy-"

"It's a home, it could be your home if you were willing to fight for it or you were willing to pull your weight. Yes, we do a lot of killing but there is also honor as well."

I shrugged, "I don't know what that word means."

He rolled his eyes, "Then maybe we should teach you." He gestured me to follow him, "Come, the warchief will pass his judgement."

An orc put me in handcuffs and put another iron ring around my neck. They locked a chain around my neck and another around the handcuffs. The large orc in red armor pulled me from the front and Aeldon Sunbrand held the chain from the back. The light hurt my eyes when the scorching sun hit them. I was brought up some steep hills and eventually brought to a deep cave like room that was lit up with torches. There stood the leader of the Horde, Thrall. The one I had heard so many stories about since I came to my prison cell. He stood close to 6 and a half feet tall, yellow and black armor, and a silver hammer at his side. For the most part he looked like a normal tall orc except for a set of piercing blue eyes. He looked at me and looked at some paper. "Perfectia Dawnlight, age 60-"

"I'm 14!" I interrupted.

Thrall looked over at Aeldon Sunbrand, I saw him nod his head, "My files say she's 14." He said.

Thrall looked paper closer, "It says here you're… Oh?" He grunted out a slight laugh, "Your age says 60 but your birthday says 14 when you do the math. I guess we'll have to add falsifying documents onto your charges." He looked at me, "You face charges for brutality and disturbing the peace. How do you plead?"

"Guilty." I stated.

He nodded, "Alright, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

I shook my head and was about to say no, but Aeldon Sunbrand stepped forward, "The dwarf spy who's name is unclear had evidence of treachery and war crimes, it was likely he would have died in a attempt to fight or escape. I have a testimony from Lay-Keeper Caidanis that Perfectia tried to convince him to enter custody peacefully."

Thrall looked over at me, "Is this true?"

I nodded, "It's true."

"Then why did you feel the need to execute him in such a fashion?" Thrall asked.

I looked away as I recalled what he said, "He made a brash generalization, and I took offense to that."

"Care to elaborate?" He asked.

"He said that any help I receive from his kind would be disingenuous. I wouldn't be standing here if it wasn't for the acts of a certain dwarf from long ago."

He nodded and acknowledged that, "I have witness reports that say you ignored all pleads for mercy, it's likely that our citizens will think that this is how the Horde operates and will likely give any information they have to Alliance spies if there are more."

The High Overlord stepped forward, "This elf is only a year older than my son and has seem more death than most of our grunts. As far as she knows her actions were in accordance too Horde values."

"They're clearly not the Horde values."

"But they have before. Yet for whatever reason her last request was to have the dwarves remains sent home and she spit in the face of her oppressors." He shook his head, "Warchief, if that's not Horde values, I don't know what is." He looked at me in the eyes, "She is misguided but I think she could learn."

Thrall looked over at me, "I've listened to both of their statements, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

I looked at him for second and looked away, "I just want to go ome." I felt tears come in my eyes and I wiped the with my cuffed hands.

Thrall sighed, "You can't go home." He shook his head, "I'm placing you on one year of probation. You will report to certain officers in Kalimdor to see if you can be an upstanding citizen of the Horde. You are not to step foot in Silvermoon until you can prove your worth, are we clear?" He paused, "Also if you have repeated offenses like this, you will spend the remainder of your sentence behind bars for crimes committed, understand?"

I nodded.

"You will report to Razor Hill. Guards, release the prisoner." He ordered.

Some orc grunts removed the locks and chains that were holding me and gave me back my backpack, "There's a hearthstone that should take you to Razor Hill. Unless you feel like walking." A female grunt stated.

I saw Aeldon Sunbrand sigh and shrug slightly, "I'm sorry this didn't-"

I hugged him midsentence, "I know you tried." I said.

He looked downward and reached into his bag, "Here, I was going to give you this after you came back. But maybe you can keep it to remember."

It was a two-handed flame colored board sword. I took it and put it on the sheath on my back.

The large orc that said a few words push me in the shoulder harder than I think he expected, "Hey, this could have turned out a lot worst."

I nodded, "I know, zank you for your help igh Overlord."

He half smiled, "It's just Saurfang actually. I know it doesn't seem like it, but this is the right path to glory. If you're willing to work hard, you'll be liberating your homelands sooner that you expect."

So Orgrimmar was a strange place, and it was hot to say the least. It wasn't just big; it was kind of crowded as well. I've must have almost been run over by various mounts at least three times. Also, there were high spots when I was trying to go south. I didn't really see 'safe' pathways to go down, but I saw people on their mounts take 20 to 50 feet drops just to get places. I scaled my way down, from roads to rooftops, but it was a little embarrassing seeing these people running down these high spots with little regard for the pain of falling. Lot of ups and downs and there was rarely a road that was just flat. I left the city with a since of caution that someone might be coming at my back on a wolf or raptor mount. When I left the city, the gates were crowded with people fighting and practicing spells almost savagely. I saw a few blood elves practicing duels with the orcs and undead. I looked at my map and Razor Hill and it seemed like it would be a short distance south. Boy was I wrong. I was walking for a bit taking in the sights but the valley was just a straight away that seemed to go on forever. Eventually I started running and if that valley didn't provide so much shade, I think I would have died of heat stroke halfway down the path. Eventually I showed up in Razor Hill sweat dripping through my mail armor. "Where ze inn?" I asked one of the grunts.

She pointed farther south and as I approached the inn; I saw a heavenly barrel of water. I got down on my knees and dipped my face in it, drinking in some of the water. "Hey, dats-" I heard someone say.

I interrupted her with my finger, took a few deep breaths, and dipped my head in again. Then I felt something nuzzle and push me out of the way. I saw two wolf mounts taking drinks with there long tongues. When I looked at their large canine faces somewhat surprised, they licked the water off my face, "Ey, what ze 'ell. I was ere first." I said toward the wolves.

One of the orcs that was on the wolves looked across his face, "Technically there sharing with you. You're a brave elf to be drinking it I'll tell you."

I went inside and talked to the innkeeper, "Do you have rooms ere?"

The orc shook his head, "No just beds, food, and water that you don't have to share with the animals."

"'ow much?" I asked.

"Free if you buy food and drink otherwise a silver for a bed." He explained.

I nodded, "Okay, avocado toast and 'oney mint tea please."

He looked at me strangely, "We have chicken, beef jerky, water, and milk."

"Salt and pepper seasoned chicken?" I asked.

"Of course."

I nodded somewhat excited, "I'll have zat."

I've been sitting on the bed and been smelling Grosk the innkeeper cook the chicken he's making for me and it ran me about 6 silver for food and drink. It's getting late now and hopefully tomorrow will be better. A bed made of hay is surprisingly comfortable, it's not to hard, not to soft, and it smells good. So maybe Saurfang was right, maybe this won't be so bad.