Chapter 2: Trips through Memory Lane

Ever since his initiation into Dalaran, and by extension the Kirin Tor, Eidolon had begun to learn what little knowledge was uncovered about being a Warlock from the First War and what was discovered through the end of the Second War. Speaking of, Kadgar and his forces were able to successfully shut down the Dark Portal from the other side, which was a loss for all of Dalaran and those that knew him personally. However, before his final hour he had the wisdom to send back to The Six two artifacts that were used in creating even more of the portals; the Skull of Gul'Dan and the Book of Medivh. While even the boy himself was hesitant to go anywhere near the old bones, his interest in the book was what allowed him to skyrocket his research into the Warlocks origin of corrupt power, and studied in ways to either interfere with the power surge and/or destroy it entirely.

However, that idea came to a halt when, following the closing of the Dark Portal, resulted in the Horde losing their will, and strength, to fight on aside from remnants of old warlocks that were quickly eliminated on the spot. As for Medivh's staff, he had almost died when trying to wield the power within; this also resulted in discovering the demon within the powerful artifact and was sealed away until a time came that it could be purged of the demonic presence.

But one of the major moments within the city was where he met his first friend; Jaina Proudmoore

_Trade District_

A now 14 year old Eidolon was studying through the Book of Medivh on his way to have his usual appointment with the Kirin Tor, its knowledge on demons allowing him to gain a deeper understanding of their corrupt power, and the origin of his own. This distraction, however, resulted in him colliding with a blond-haired woman sending the both of them into the ground.

One 19-year-old Jaina Proudmoore, heading over to meet with her mentor Antonidas, was distraught as she had recently returned from her last meet-up with Arthas Menethil, whom had decided that in order to do well in their respective studies, their relationship would come to a halt. She knew that logically speaking it was the right decision, but the ache in her heart wouldn't listen, and took it literally. The best she could think of to stop the pain was to bury herself in her studies, and Antonidas would help with just that. Unfortunately, she was thinking far too much and ended up losing her sense of awareness by crashing into a boy, sending them both onto the ground.

Eidolon was quick to react as he got himself up and offered a hand to the girl. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." She got a good look at his charcoal-black hair down to his shoulders and his emerald green eyes that seemed to have an ethereal glow to them. He was having a similar action as he looked over her long blond hair, blue eyes and figure barely hidden by the cloak. What, can you blame him for looking at a pretty girl every so often? "No, please it's alright. No harm done." Taking the hand offered, Jaina was pulled upright again as their examination of the other was cut off by their eyes making contact, turning away in synch with a light blush on their cheeks.

'Why am I blushing for? Its not like I haven't spoken to a girl before, but the priestesses aren't the same age as I am…'

'Well he's nice isn't he? Wait, get a grip Jaina; you like…. Well, used to like, Arthas. But he said it himself that this was for the best, so why do I still feel this aching pain in my chest?'

Regardless of their personal issues, they refocused on each other and gave a smile. "Still, should have seen where I was going. My name is Eidolon." Jaina heard that name being spoken around amongst some of the Kirin Tor members but nothing was solid. Then again, she didn't focus on the gossip like most people would and left it in the back of her mind. What she did notice however, was the book that was next to her foot. "Wait, is this…?" Waving her hand, the book was lifted off the ground front cover up…. and looked rather shocked at what it truly was. "You're reading THE Book of Medivh?!"

He almost regretted answering her question, as she was soon shooting off questions faster than an arcane barrage. 30 seconds in later and he had to place a hand over her mouth to make her stop, which it did once she realized what she was doing and turned away blushing. "Sorry, it's just that a tome from one of the greatest mages of his time is something that Dalaran had been missing for quite a while. I'm glad that its back in the city, but I'm also rather curious about why you have it."

"That kind of information is strictly on a need-to-know basis, Jaina." An older man with his white long beard and a cap covering his mostly bald head, along with the regaled blue cape walked up to them, someone whom Jaina recognized immediately. "Master Antonidas." Eidolon bowed to the man as Jaina did before the man spoke up. "I believe we are burning daylight on this meager conversation. Come along Jaina and we shall continue your training." Jaina frowned at the concept of having her chat with the young man interrupted but complied anyways, until Eidolon stopped her for a moment. "Hey, sorry our time got cut short. Maybe we can talk some more later?"

Smiling, the blond nodded her head then began running after her mentor, feeling a little lighter than she did earlier that day.

From then on, they got around to meeting with one another frequently when neither of them were studying, getting to know each other as time passed. She learned that his family and home was destroyed, with him being the sole survivor, and finally discovered on why the Kirin Tor spoke of him when he wasn't present; he was a Warlock, and that he was actually being helpful with creating countermeasures against some of their spells as he learned of them. He learned that Jaina came from a prestigious family that was becoming more and more distant as time passed, and that she was seeing Arthas, the Crown Prince, until the day they met. Eidolon for one found it rather stupid that they could give up on something like this so easily, and felt like giving the slightly older man a piece of his mind when he could one day if he so much as met him. Jaina simply laughed aloud from that, but the statement and the feeling behind it lifted a great weight from her chest; perhaps she could move on from Arthas if Eidolon kept his nice streak going. Then again, it was good to have a friend to talk to, as much as she didn't want to talk to Antonidas of all people about her personal plight.

Speaking of, the old man could tell that, since the day that the two met, that she was picking up on her magical training a lot quicker and even stronger than predicted. Maybe it was because she had a friend within Dalaran, or maybe because she was getting over her crush with the Crown Prince; whatever the case may be, the young Warlock trainee was getting through her better then he could. While he wouldn't admit it, he was thankful for the young man being there where he could not.

It was a few weeks later that Eidolon was informed that, as an interest to the security to the Kirin Tor, he would temporarily be training at Silvermoon City. This would be the first time he had gone outside of the city for any reason, and that his escort would be from the capital itself.

This was how he met the Ranger-General, Sylvanas Windrunner

_Main Gates of Dalaran_

Eidolon sighed slightly as he stood upon the outskirts of the capital that took him in less than 5 years ago, having changed much since he arrived. His charcoal-black hair was cut above his neck as his attire had changed; instead of the standard-issued uniform for most of the mages here, his consisted of a dark green long-sleeve shirt as well as black pants, ending in leather shoes with metal plating on the outside for protection. On his chest was the Kirin Tor banner, but the colors were altered to have the symbol green and the rest of it black; this is what allowed him to stand out amongst the other members of the faction. He always had one of two items on his person; The Book of Medivh and a staff to help channel the Fel energies that he replaces every month.

His ears perked up at the sound of movement, grabbing the staff and swinging it to his left to hear the sound of metal on metal. Immediately after the ringing noise was made he back off to look at the attacker… and he almost stumbled upon how the woman was dressed.

She had armor that covered over her breasts along with the cloak, but it did nothing to hide the midriff of her tone stomach until her leather/armor-plated pants came into view along with boots that match the pants. Her hands were covered in gloves, that were currently also wielding a long dagger where his staff hit it, and nothing covered her elbow up until the blue shoulder pads with feathers decorated under them. Completing the set was her hood that almost hid her blond hair and pointed ears going through the slits made for them, and her glowing blue eyes, which currently held surprise and amusement.

"Well, at least it's nice to know that I won't be guarding some weakling." Her voice held superiority as she sheathed her daggers. "Not wanting to be rude here, but WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" You can imagine the justification in Eidolon's voice as he was waving his staff at her from a distance, despite her being unarmed now. "If you must know, I personally find having your kind of magic anywhere near the Sunwell to be a danger to my people. As Ranger-General of Silvermoon, it is my duty to protect its walls and its people."

The young Warlock narrowed his eyes at Sylvanas as he growled out something while making sure his bag nearby was on his person. "Great, another judgmental idiot to deal with." With her good hearing she snapped her head back towards him. "What did you just say?" Eidolon ignored the question and stood before her. "Well? We're not getting to Silvermoon by standing around here, now are we?"

_Several days into the journey to Silvermoon_

Sylvanas Windrunner was many things; vigilant, patient, a leader to her home's army, and overall determined to protect her people. But having to deal with the constant silence and dodging of questions from her charge was starting to piss her off. He had the nerve to insult her within hearing distance and not explain himself. The Nerve! Having enough of this farce, she stopped and turned around to face him, a scowl present on her features. "Alright this has gone on long enough!"

Of course before she could get another word out, a dozen men dressed like highwaymen jumped out of the bushes and trees, effectively surrounding them. The Ranger-General cursed under her breath for having been too distracted from her personal issue with her charge to not notice this coming up; she was supposed to be better than that, but the boy was grating on her nerves. Oh well, at least now she can blow off some steam. "Alright you two, hand over your valuables and we won't hurt you…. Much."

"Ey boss, isn't that lady one of them High Elves?" The men were now focusing on her with lecherous leers as they eyed her up and down like meat. "That she is, George. Alright then; hand over your valuables AND the knife-ear and we won't even touch ya, boy. You look like one of them cowardly mages, must not get a lot of action then, and so young too. You could even have the leftovers once me and my boys here are done. What do ya say?"

Eidolon remained silent throughout the entire one-sided conversation before finally walking past Sylvanas, passing her Medivh's Book. "Hold on to this please, I really don't want to get it, or you, damaged." He continued onward as he pulled out his staff, holding it out before him in both hands. "Alright then, so I've got a few spells and moves I want to try out on a live target. Any volunteers?"

This got a violent reaction from the leader of the gang before motioning to the one named George. "Go get 'em George; he's just a kid." "You got it boss, this won't even take a se-" His body spontaneously caught fire, making him drop to the ground to try and put it out before it became too much and died from the pain. They all looked horrified as they saw no fireball being formed to give them any warning, looking back to the kid in fear as he put his hand down from casting it. "That worked better than I thought; burns away the victim, but it causes more pain than physical damage." He took a wiff of the air from a nearby breeze and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I take that back; 3rd degree burns at least.

This agitated the men even more as a group of 4 ran at him before the boy launched what looked like a seed from his hand into the head of the group, making said highwayman claw at his chest in agony which made his fellow thieves and cutthroats stop to help him. "Hey, what's the matter with you?" As they tore open his shirt, they saw a growing black/green spot on his chest before it exploded outwards, killing the man and hitting the others. They too were soon showing similar pain in their chests before dying from the overload. "Another interesting sample; the initial target suffers from lasting agony and spread the corruption onto others upon death, which causes them too to suffer from the Seed. Seems that it only spreads from the initial target instead of chaining out further. Shame, could have been useful to end an army in one go."

Now they were getting pissed off by this kid who was killing them all like it was nothing. Wasn't he supposed to be a mage like everyone else in Dalaran? If he was, then his spells cause pain and agony instead of just setting them on fire or freezing them to death. "That's it boys; kill him but keep the Elf alive if you can!"

"Ranger-General, please get yourself to some cover. Now." His hand was channeling Fel energy into the staff, giving her the impression that he was going to do an Area Spell and it would be dangerous for her to remain close. She didn't hesitate after that and managed to get herself behind a nearby tree. She was lucky she did as not a second later a wave of fire exploded outward, parting from impacting the tree that kept her from harm's way. The heat was intensive as she had to close her eyes to keep them from drying out. When she felt the firestorm end she looked past her wall of wood and was horrified by the display.

There was enough collateral damage to the area to replace all green there with charcoal black; even the ground still had spider cracks with molten red rock underneath. In the center was Eidolon, but his body had burn patches on his clothes and some on his skin. "Note to self, Hellfire causes self-inflicting damage. Use of technique within a populated area is inadvisable unless a safety ward is made to prevent friendly fire." He looked around him at the charred remains of some of the bandits. "Where's the-?"

Sylvanas felt a knife to her throat and an arm around her stomach, restrained by the gang leader, whom didn't avoid the attack without some damage to himself, but was still combat capable. "ALRIGHT that's enough from you! Put down the staff and walk away or I'll slit her throat wide open like guttin' a fish." He looked to the bandit, seeing that he was serious, and to the hostage, whom was between glaring at the criminal and looking to him with some fear. She's never felt so vulnerable in her entire life, not even when she was taking part of the Second War to stop the Horde from burning down Quel'thalas, and this horrified her to no end. To die like some animal instead of receiving a warriors death, where she could still have some honor in her family name.

Knowing what had to be done, he let the staff fall but still glared at the highwayman as said criminal was moving his free hand to cop a feel of her armored breast. Sylvanas looked in horror before closing her eyes tightly, not wanting to see her body be violated in such a manner.

It took a few seconds before the knife at her neck was removed, confusing the high elf before opening one eye to see said weapon and offending hand gone. Turning around she saw why; the gang leader was on the ground twitching in a seizer-like manner as his veins were now visible on his skin… except that they were now growing black. "Agony, a simple spell that corrupts the body from the inside, causing damage to the one inflicted. It can't kill by itself like Immolation did, but for something like this it'll cause no harm to the hostage." He walked up to the downed criminal and rose his hand to look like it was going to grab him from a distance, before a stream of green light came into it and away from the highwayman.

Said criminal was now shriveling up like a raisin before he was nothing more than skin and bone, making Sylvanas turn away in disgust. She turned to berate her charge for using that 'hellfire' spell or whatever it was and recklessly causing damage to himself… only to find that the burns were gone now, replaced by healthy skin. "How…. How did you heal yourself? I thought Priests and Paladins could heal wounds." He looked to her, his emerald eyes losing a glow he gained somewhere during the battle and answered her, for once. "It's a spell called Drain Life, its original purpose was to remove one's youth to make them age quicker than normal. Well, that's how the Horde does it to replenish their armies so damn quickly; their warlocks drain the youth from the young and make them battle-ready in a matter of minutes… a disgusting thing to do really, and The Six agree with me after they were informed of its purpose."

"So wait, you drained his life force to die of old age?" The soft chuckle that followed her question did not ease her much. "No, because I find that to be too inhumane to commit to a warrior like that. I simply… repurposed the energy flow to heal my injured body first and foremost. Any other excessive life-force leftover is added to my own, so in a way I can almost become immortal. Almost." He regained his staff before continuing down the path, which was soon followed by the slightly angry Ranger-General. "Why would you even consider using such vile spells if you knew what it was for?!" He didn't bother to face her as he answered while walking. "That's because, despite its original purpose, I choose to protect people; Fel energy is just that, energy to be used for a spell. It has no feelings, no emotions, no ulterior motive. It is just a tool to be used, and since I have a lot of it, I fully intend to put it to use in one way or another. Even if it means that I become hated and scorned for it, as long as people are alive to complain about it, then I'll be satisfied."

He finally stopped and turned to her, with a glare that made her freeze. "That's what I was talking about when I made that comment and didn't answer you about it; because you were being a hypocrite like all the others. Not even giving me a chance and say I'm as bad as the Horde, and that REALLY pisses me off to no end."

During the rest of the day and into the night, Sylvanas couldn't stop staring at him the whole way, other than to eat and set up camp for the night, thinking over what she had thought of him. He was right; she had judged him without knowing all of the information, without even talking to him like a normal person, and she hated that part of herself. Her hatred for Warlocks were somewhat justified; she had seen what the Horde was capable of with them, as they did not care if even their own kind was suffering the price for it as they got all the benefits. And she had thought that he was no different from them, that he would use her as he saw fit. If it was the case…. Then he had every reason to leave her to her fate with that Highwayman, who had her at her weakest, to leave her for dead and simply write her off as a sorry casualty, to not warn her of the self-damaging spell that caused collateral damage to everything around him.

Snapping back to reality, she saw that Eidolon was asleep now, which left her alone to her thoughts before speaking out softly. "I don't know if you can hear me, and I hope you don't or I may never hear the end of it. I'm…. sorry, for comparing you to the orc warlocks. I've seen what they can do, what suffering they cause to both friend and foe in and out of the battlefield. And blindly thinking, I labeled you as the same as them. I'm supposed to be better than that, blinded by petty hatred and overthinking everything."

She remained quiet for a bit before continuing. "When that bandit leader had me hostage and was going to…. I felt real fear for the first time, being completely helpless and under the control of another. I may be a noble at home, but I am a warrior first and foremost and such an act of…. Violation is not something I want to be under, Ever. So, as a warrior, my life is forfeit to you for saving me, as I am honor-bound to do so…" She finally gave up talking to herself aloud and turned in for the night,

Completely missing the one eye and smile coming from the Warlock.

_3 weeks later_

Eidolon was standing in front of the gates of Dalaran, as his trip to Silvermoon city had come to an end quicker than he thought it would. They simply had him flare his Fel energy to allow their Rangers to get a feel for what they should be on the lookout for, and then proceeded to be a part of their drills in the form of a game of tag. And when he says tag, he means that he's the one being chased and that if they catch him he was 'dead'. Fortunately none of the Rangers caught him despite knowing where his trail of Fel energy went to. Unfortunately it meant that only Sylvanas Windrunner was the one to 'kill' him. By tackling him. Several times.

It seemed that she had opened up more and become less holier-than-thou over his stay in Silvermoon, as she remained as his chaperone so to speak. Not that she minded apparently, and neither did he. Through the weeks they got to have a casual conversation with each other about other ways to use unconventional methods to protecting people. One example he offered was that, on their way here, he noticed the main bridge that lead to the Inner Gates of Quel'Thalas, and suggested that in the event that the outer gate was breached that the bridge be destroyed to halt if not delay invaders. When she threw a bit if a fit about it, he justified his idea with the concept that cities can be rebuilt, but lives could not. After that, she kept a more open mind to each idea and offered some of her own that she would have ignored in the past.

So here they were, back at Dalaran's gates and about ready to part ways, until Eidolon stopped her for a moment. "Sylvanas… I heard everything." She looked confused for a moment, until her eyes widened in shock from piecing together what he meant and went red as a tomato. "Everything?" He nodded his head, making her slump a bit with a heavy sigh before straightening out and glaring at him. "Alright then so, what will you ask of me? And if you dare ask me to be your-" She was stopped by a blank piece of paper being placed onto her hand that was pointing at him, looking confused before he decided to satisfy her curiosity. "All I want is a friend, and since you won't be here often, I want you to write a letter. In return I'll right back, and you will return the action in kind."

Wait, was he serious? No outlandish or perverted demands or anything like that, just write him a letter? She didn't know whether to feel overjoyed or insulted that he didn't have his way with her. Or maybe he never wanted that, or he wanted something like romance to be real instead of faked…. Her head was hurting from trying to figure him out, but she wouldn't have a friend like him any other way. So she settled for a smile. She opened her mouth to speak before she was cut off again. "And also, I forgive you. If I was in your shoes I probably would act the same way."

Again she was surprised, before she did the most rational thing she could think of; disregarding all forms of formality for a few moment, she pulled him into a hug, hiding some shed tears in his hair as he awkwardly returned the embrace. This was strange for him really, as he's never had this kind of physical contact with a woman outside of his mother before, not even from Jaina or the Priestess'. After a few moments they broke away, letting her wipe away the tears and gather her dignity. "Very well then, if that is your request, then as Ranger-General and a Windrunner-"

"No. I want you to do it because you want to. Because Sylvanas wants to." She stared at him for a few moments before nodding her head and making her way back down the beaten path. "Fare thee well, Warlock." He was surprise that she said the title without the negativity, grinning to himself as he called back. "And to you as well, Ranger-General." Unseen by the boy, the High Elf was holding her own smile as she wandered through the woods. 'At least he didn't say anything about me crying. Maybe he's not like all the others. Eidolon… you intrigue me.'

Since then he maintained a weekly ritual of keeping in contact with the Ranger-General, talking about almost anything; their busy schedules, the times of trouble they run into, some funny stories they hear or experience, and so on. As more letters were exchanged, however, he was beginning to notice that Jaina too was starting to act weird around him. He never mentioned Sylvanas to her, and vice versa, so he had no idea on what was going on or how to deal with it.

Then again, he had another weird run in with strange characters. Primarily a rather odd gnome girl with blonde hair.

_Trade District, Dalaran_

Eidolon, now 17, had just split from Jaina as she had to head back to Antonidas, as he was just done with physical combat training with a recently acquired mentor named Hawke Amelle, a mage who utilizes both magical and physical combat by using his personally-crafted staff that could take, and deal, a lot of damage and even use his Pyro- and Cryo-based spells in conjunction with it. When he asked if he could learn to fight with more than just his spells, as that could only take him so far, he was directed to Hawke. Although staffs were his preferred choice, he was a jack of all trades kind of guy who could use knives, swords, and even a shield of all things for combat.

Right now he had finished his training with him and hoped to get in touch with Jaina today but that was cut short, so he would have to try tomorrow. Also, he recalled that he needed to deliver his next letter to Sylvanas. So with letter in hand, he placed in the mailbox and just wandered around the city in boredom. However, this was cut short as he felt a pair of eyes on him that made him look around. 'Is this a spy? How did they get past Dalaran's sentry towers?' Seeing that nothing was present, he shrugged it off as him being paranoid and continued on, missing the small shadow that followed him by ducking into an alley.

It wasn't even five minutes later that he got that feeling against for the nineteenth time. Getting really annoyed he found an abandoned alley and ran into it. The sudden movement made the stalker give chase before running right into the guy's leg, making the figure fall flat on her rear. "What the…?"

Looking down, he saw that his pursuer was a gnome girl, or woman (he honestly couldn't tell with their height being all the same), shaking her head from the sudden impact, her blonde hair in twin buns and nearly regale robe/armor design. Looking up, her bronze-colored eyes widened in shock before making a run for it. "HEY!" Giving chase, he found that for someone so short, they could duck and evade into almost every nook and cranny, and that it seemed that this wasn't her first time here in the city. Eventually she turned into an alley and…. just disappeared.

"Where could she have…" Seeing that her presence wasn't felt there anymore he sighed before walking along, not noticing the shimmering wall before revealing the gnome panting in exertion. "Wow, kids got good legs. But I really need to be careful next time. I almost got discovered, and that would have left a headache for me and Nozdormu. But why did he ask me to watch over the guy? I'm not getting paid enough to babysit…." With a slight grumble to herself she opened a hole out of thin air, showing a massive cave with a lot of sand and a massive extravagant hourglass inside before walking through it, the portal closing behind her.

He asked around about seeing the gnome girl but it seemed that she didn't exist anywhere, and when he asked the sentries to use their all-seeing looking glass to find her within Dalaran's boundaries, it seemed that she truly didn't exist, making his head scratch at the confusion of it all. Aw well, it didn't matter anymore.

So with the confusion aside, both his studies and training in both arts of the Warlock and physical combat had come along nicely, finding that he preferred a longsword instead. With some augmentations made, he personally crafted a blade simply called 'the Javelin.' Everyone laughed at the ridiculous name that was meant for another type of weapon entirely, he simply huffed in slight anger about it, but he couldn't stay mad at Jaina for finding it funny. And apparently Sylvanas too as she agreed with everyone else on the ridiculousness of the name.

That being said, through the years he had heard word that a band of orcs had destroyed Durnhold Keep, not that he had been there before or even liked the ruler over it. But the odd part about it was that there was no demonic taint other than what little was left, and even more interestingly enough was the method of destroying the fortress; it was done by a lone orc, who willed the earth to consume and destroy the entire structure in mere minutes. That kind of power was what caused fear in the human Alliance, and gave the mages of Dalaran something to think over. It definitely wasn't demonic in origin, otherwise Eidolon would have felt that magnitude of power from Dalaran itself. And it was more…. Pure, than the demonic taint that once held a deathgrip over the orcish horde. No, pure was the wrong word… Primal felt much better to describe it as. And the new Horde leader even spoke of leaving the human Alliance alone if they would do so in kind, along with being granted a place to settle and have as their own or face the likes of which they had never seen before if they decided to attack this new Horde.

Aside from that, it seemed that just recently the Orcish horde gathered all of their forces to Arathi Highlands and, oddly enough, stole Alliance ships and simply sailed out into open waters. From there they just disappeared entirely. While the action alone was odd enough, it at least gave the Alliance some much needed relief. When he wrote of this to Sylvanas, she too had been informed about the odd behavior, but advised that he too remain vigilant, as this action was too random to be a coincidence.

If the orcs fleeing from the Eastern Kingdoms was anything to go on, this was just the beginning. And if one could listen closely, they would hear thunder even on clear blue skies…

The Drums of War thunders once again.

Well, I hope that was long enough to satisfy you all for a while. My fingers hurt now from working on this almost constantly. But for what it's worth, I'm just glad to have something out in the open for once and going past the first chapter. And also apologies for the large time-skipping jumps onto each event; minor details will be pointed out from during the jump in future events with key characters.

Anyways, I have officially planted the seeds of ideas and possibilities of the pairings with either Jaina or Sylvanas, or both (not in same room of course that would get anyone killed and I refuse to risk flaming for that kind of crap, unless I decide to make a crack version of this story, which again is more than unlikely), so in the off-chance of it being both I'll just have their relationship on the girls taking turns with the guy whenever he's jumping from one faction to the other every so often. And I've also decided that there will be bashing on Pre-Lich Arthas, mostly because the crown prince becomes a prick further into the campaign, then becomes an ego-tistical bastard when he becomes a Death Knight. And by that comment about his still-human bashing, I mean… well, do you really think that Dalaran won't send an asset to find out if the plague is more than magical in nature… but also demonic in origin?

And no offense to Kalecgos, but if you guys decide to have Jaina stay with the OC no matter what, then I sure as hell will ensure that Anveena survives the end-game event of the Sunwell Raid. Somehow. It's not impossible guys really.

Aside from that, the reason why I mention on choosing a pairing decision is because that will decide on whom the OC ultimately aids when the time comes for brief if not full-out conflict with either Horde or Alliance in future events. If it ends up being both women being with the OC... then that will provide the ultimate challenge to my story-writing skills (what few I have).

And there definitely won't be a hostile Jaina if I have anything to say about it like Blizzard did for WoW (or at least not for long). I mean, she's even blaming THRALL of all people for the Mana-Bomb fiasco. Thrall; the same guy who just wants the Horde and Alliance to work together! That Thrall. God I hate how Jaina is now; she won't even listen to reason and (supposedly during the upcoming Legion expansion) she ups and leaves (In the middle of a FUKING BURNING LEGION INVASION) when The Six vote against her about denying the Blood Elves re-entry into the Kirin Tor because she's become an anti-horde, emo-licious BITCH!

*panting* Sorry, but I just don't understand on why she's behaving like this when everyone knows that Garrosh is the one to blame for (almost) all of Jaina's friends being dead. And she's just pushing everyone else away too. Makes me wonder if more than just her hair color was altered when she survived the bomb….

Anways, I'm guessing that you're also wondering about the blonde-haired gnome's sudden appearance. For those who don't know her already I don't blame you for being ignorant. It's Chromie my most favorite dragon of ALL TIME XDDD Also, I even have a legitimate reason for her presence being there: Of all the ways that time can branch off and expand, why don't stories like these have such a possibility of being known in the original WoW? So for all intents and purposes, this may be a much older Chromie (Post-End Cataclysm) or a much younger one (Pre-End Cataclysm). Who knows?

Anyways, I hope that this explains a few things as I'll be holding my cards close for now and allow you people to like comment and/or follow the story. In the meantime, I need some sleep. *thud* -_- ZZZZzzzzzz

Sincerely,

Ninetails927