No fighting today. Today I spent most of the day on the forge and a while ago I've acquired some of the pieces of armor that most of the Blood Knights walk around with, but I'm still missing a few pieces that the Blood Knights wear. I've never been a fan of being on the front lines, actually, I hate being that girl on the front. Heavy shields and being in the thick of it makes my teeth and neck hurt. Of course, from the back healing, people make it look easy, and even from the side with a two-hander drawing the attention from large groups of enemies seems easy. It isn't however easy when I do it, there's some enemies that use techniques that you must avoid and some attacks you have to block, and there are spells you have to make sure hit you and not your brothers in arms. Vindicator Boros tried to show me how to hold a shield properly. Even before I was given the Ashbringer my techniques with two handed weapons were works of a master. I suppose while in the thick of it I can see openings in my opponents' techniques and I strike when the moment is right, but swords and shields though… There's a voice in my head that says, "There's the opening, strike!" and with a one-handed sword that is incapable of breaking through armor, stone, or tough hides I end up almost giving myself a broken arm when I get counter attacked.

There's also the factor of pain, it hurts getting beaten up even with someone to close the wounds, stop the bleeding, and mend the bones, it still hurts those first few seconds. I usually just heal myself but when you're on the front lines you really have to depend on someone else to heal you. So, I've been working on my armor trying to get the design just right, but failing I suppose. I was trying to see about making myself one of those shields that I would see the blood knights walking around with, but I can't seem to get the red the right color or the design right when I take it out of the water. I asked one of the Blood Knight's, "Knight where did you get that shield."

He said, "Shattrath City."

I said, "Oh, can I buy one there."

He said, "No, the blacksmith that use to make these passed away a long time ago. There are a few scattered around Outland if you really look though, you might find one."

I know it seems silly to travel to Outland for a shield that might not work as well as some of the shields I've found through the Shattered Islands, but I don't know. I really hate being on the front lines with my brothers and sisters when they all have that blood knight shield and I'm using a completely different one. It's half the reason why I hate being there on the front lines in the first place; if I could just find this shield I think it would make Vindicator Boros's lessons stick a little bit better. At least maybe I wouldn't feel as awkward holding a shield. A training dummy kind of beat me up today and I was in the hall angry and crying to myself. It so frustrating seeing the lowest squire able to do this so easily and I couldn't seem to get it.

Vindicator Boros tried to get me to get back on the training dummy but I ran to the Sacred Altar and took back the Ashbringer. I gave him this look and he held up his hands in defense, "Highlord Perfectia," he said, "I know you are not familiar with these weapons, but you need to work on your form."

I pushed him out of the way and ran upstairs and unpacked the ores I acquired on the Broken Island and started trying to make things. Well I didn't really make anything I just needed to hit something really hard and probably wasted most of the ores I was using. He watched me until I was too tired and hungry to pound metal anymore. "Are you done?" he asked.

I handed him a crudely crafted shield, "For you."

"That is very thoughtful, but this shield was given to me by my father and I think I'll keep using it." He said repressing a smile.

"I made it for you." I held it closer to him.

He looked at it and looked back at me, "Perfectia would you take that shield into battle for yourself?"

I looked at the areas that I smashed in with my hammer, thinking a sword could go through those weak points; I had made finer crafts with less denser materials, I threw it on the ground and was about to go to my room. "Wait!" he said and picked up the shield, "I will take this shield into battle."

I avoided eye contact, "Don't, its trash, you'll get yourself killed, and I need you for the Crusade Hall missions." I spoke softly.

He put the shield on his none dominant arm, "I think you need to see a master use his techniques on something other than wooden dummies, let's hold off on Hall missions for now."

"I work alone." Which at the time wasn't always true, but I've never been in the company of a Draenei, least not so much in public.

He shrugged, "Then your sword and shield techniques will never improve, you will just reinforce bad habits."

"I have the Ashbringer." I rolled my eyes at him and scoffed, "Don't you have some Alliance boots to lick, and you would really be seen with a blood elf outside these halls. I've killed draenei before and not just red skinned ones."

Boros rolled his eyes, "Yes, I've heard of your exploits on the Warsong, and Arathi, and Alterac Valley, and… "

"I am Horde and Sin'dorei," I interrupted, "my people are important to me, their lives matter to me, and while you are under my command so does yours, but I know that when we part ways from these halls were enemies. So, what's your plan, really?"

"You think I plan on betraying you?" He asked confused.

"I know there are a lot of people that don't like that a mana vampire is a new Highlord. So yes, the Ashbringer is of dwarven make, maybe it should be in a dwarf's hand, Alexandros wielded it greater than any knight, a human, and the floating crystal is of naaru make, I mean, that's what makes the whole sword work, right? Your people are close to the naaru, it should be in your hands, right?"

"Not many people have a piece of Alexandros Mograine's soul inside them and Highlord you're crying."

He reached toward me to tried to touch my face, but I pushed him away, I breathed in hard, and tried to regain my composer, I closed my eyes and wiped my face, "How did you know?" I asked.

"Arator told me, said you did him a favor years ago and you may not see it but every now and then your eyes glow gold."

I nodded. At times I would get these strange green marks on my body when I summoned the Ashbringer in spiritual form. They would hurt sometimes and would even get infected if not treated with bandages, but if my eyes were glowing gold now, what does that mean? "With the ghost of Uther the Lightbringer a long time ago, I must have been fourteen at the time. What of it?" I asked.

"He said he could hear the whispers near you, so did Tirion Fordring but he couldn't just give you the Ashbringer then."

"Why not? You know he'd be alive if he gave this to me. Do you have any idea how painful it was to be even near this sword during the Lich King campaign? How many lives and how much pain he could have saved me if he just handed the Ashbringer to me? You know Garrosh Hellscream said to me that I would have stolen his glory."

"You were still too young, 16 I think, and what do you think Garrosh would have made you do if he knew that you had the Ashbringer and the ability to use it even greater then Mograine?" Boros paused, "At one time he wanted to give it to you, but he still needed to command the Argent Crusade here. So, they could watch Sylvanas."

"Don't you dare talk about her," I stated angrily, "you weren't at the Broken Shores. It was a disaster and she took all the blame for the people that died."

"And you would have been along the dead if you were given the Ashbringer. You're not a leader, you're just an adventurer. You don't have the experience to lead on the battle field better yet hold a garrison together like Tirion Fordring did for years." He explained.

I looked away and shrugged, "It's what I've been doing for years, if I was needed for something else I would be doing that. I know I'm young, even by human standards, but you're wrong, I took command of a garrison while in Draenor, but the burden of command is a lonely path."

"It doesn't have to be." He conveyed.

I looked at him suspiciously, "Why should I trust you, a draenei for that matter, how do I know this isn't some plan from the Alliance, my people are very important to me, and they need me not dead or in prison."

Boros sighed, "Well I could help you find that shield your people seem to like to carry around; I think I may know where we can find one shield."

"Where?" I asked almost gleeful and held my hands together like a child about to receive a present.

Boros smiled confused at my sudden change in personality, "I may need to reconnect with some old contacts in Stattrath City but it would be good to go back to the city draenei and sin'dorei made their first alliance against the Burning Legion. Maybe at least we could start to trust one another?"

I nodded and apologized, I left the forge and I skipped to bed. I felt Boros watching me laughing to himself. I had been acting like a spoiled brat to Boros, he had never given me any reason not to trust him. I suppose I just assumed that that's how he felt about being under my command, my people are still important to me, but I may need to focus on treating all my soldiers equally and stop thinking that the former members of the Alliance will have a knife waiting to stab me in the back.