AN: Wow, only 3 (or two technically) and yet over 200 views, 2 favs/follows and 5 reviews? And they're not flames to be put out?! T_T I'm so honored that you would all think that my first REAL story is worth your time. Thank you.

Also, as I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, I have decided to open a blind poll on whom the final pairing will be, as well as which faction the OC will ultimately side with in major conflicts. He'd still be a team player and help out both Horde and Alliance when the time comes, but I mean for times that they'll clash and lose sight on what really matters (Like with the Ice Crown Raid where the airships have a go at each other, that kind of thing). And as a shoutout to katan12017, don't worry man at this point things should be slowing down now and I think that you're right on a few things there. But as for what said things are…. I'll leave it at that for you to think about XD

Also, you guys really seem to favor Sylvanas (in reviews anyways) being the final decision, but it seems mostly based upon the fact that they had the most air-time together. But ya know what, if that's the case then its fine; don't sweat the details. As for those (if any) that wanted to see some more time with Jaina (and possible persuasion for the Final Decision), then that's what we'll be covering in this chapter after the side-tracked details get out of the way. That aside, there is what I dub the True Challenge, but that's because it would make things interesting for me to write it out, where he doesn't exactly peruse a direct relationship (like marriage) but still slowly grow with them as he becomes the true "3rdparty" on any squabbles and/or conflicts. This may seem stressful, but believe me that being able to get any of this out in the open like it is now makes that stress an understatement.

And before anyone gets any ideas, NO Chromie will not be one of the pairing options. While I do like the dragon/gnome for her spunky attitude and borderline '4thwall breaking' dialogue/questlines, I simply intend to have a friend for her to look out for and even help out (this will be another one of those 'explain later' things). But don't worry, we haven't seen the last of her…. Or was it the first time being seen? Eh, who knows.

Anyways, You guys are great and I hope to have you all coming back for more. Now, onto the story!

Chapter 3: Princes and Plagues and Ogres, Oh My! –Part I

_Dalaran, entryway to Violet Citadel_

Eidolon, now 20 years of age, had begun his favorite pastime of wandering around the city looking for anything new to happen. His training with the Book of Medivh and notes from the First and Second Wars had been completed successfully, but even he and the Kirin Tor knew that there was much more to learn than from what they acquired. Anything short of summoning a demon would fulfill that desire to learn, and yet neither the Book nor Intel gave the specifications on how to do so other than the creation of a portal. THAT part made the Book's security go up that he wasn't to leave with it on his person anymore, not that he minded any. Stuck at an impasse he chose to refine what he knew so that they didn't get rusty from underuse and began to focus more of his time with learning the magic/swordplay hybrid form of combat from his mentor Hawke.

Currently he was able to equal the man with the utilization of the runes and spell/sword combinations with his trusty longsword the Javelin. People still chuckled at that as it had become an common joke that people still found funny, especially for the likes of Jaina and Sylvanas.

Speaking of them, Jaina had truly astonished Antonidas with her mastery over her ice spells that she was even creating new ones like Ring of Frost, where runes were set over a wide circular area and, after a few seconds to prime, froze everything inside of it. This was found to be very effective in both dealing damage and even capturing a target alive. Of course the second bit was known when she ended up using it on Eidolon during a friendly magical duel. She still found it funny every time she thought about his frozen face after it was discovered that he was still alive. Humor to suppress the growing panic he supposed.

As for Sylvanas, her letters stated that she was hearing news of trouble coming in from the northlands a ways from Dalaran and had asked permission to investigate the matter personally. That letter was a few days ago and he had sent a reply almost immediately afterwards that she be careful while she was out and that he's be mad at her if she got herself killed. There had been no response since then. He knew that she wasn't a Ranger-General for nothing but couldn't help but worry for a friend.

Anyways, he was overhearing an argument going on up ahead and slowed his pace to hear the conversation.

"…You must be wiser than the King! The end is near!" A man in a heavy leather cloak with a staff that had a raven carved onto the top of it was arguing with Antonidas, riding his horse as these days he was getting exhausted from walking everywhere far too easily, shaking his head at the cloaked madman. "I've told you before, I am not interested in this nonsense!" The cloaked Prophet shook his head with a heavy sigh. "Then I've wasted my time here." He turned his head to the oncoming Eidolon, narrowing his eyes at the young warlock before turning into a raven and flying off.

The young man was stopped dead in his tracks as their eyes made contact, feeling something very off about that crazy man. It wasn't a man looking at a person, but a deity looking into their very soul.

"You can come out now Jaina, and you too Eidolon, he's gone." The hidden sorceress approached her mentor as the warlock numbly made his way over to her side. "I'm sorry for eavesdropping, master, but-" Antonidas merely chuckled away her apology. "It's your inquisitive nature that I've come to rely on, child. That fool was convinced that the world was going to end." With a wave of his saff and pulse of power, the three were teleported up to a high canopy overlooking several mages and sorceresses mingling around the city in their day to day routines.

They all had a good look at the peace in the city before Jaina decided to speak up. "I've heard rumors of a plague spreading through the northlands. Do you really believe that it's magical in nature?" Antonidas became hardened when that subject became mentioned. "It's a very strong possibility. That is why I want you to investigate the matter and find out quickly. I've arranged a special envoy for you…. Eidolon? You've become very quiet since we began. Is there something on your mind?" The question made him snap at attention and turn to the elder. "I apologize, it's just that… I think he saw." When given questioning looks from Jaina and Antonidas, he decided to elaborate. "Before he left, he looked right at me…. But it felt more like he was looking through me."

This gave a shocked reaction to the sorceress and wizard, as they knew that only Silvermoon knew what he really was outside of Dalaran, and even then they made sure that it was a well-guarded secret. The discovery of a warlock at this stage, while he had yet to prove himself in the eyes of the Alliance, could spark a riot that would lead to a civil war with itself. With Dalaran as the first target. "I hope you are wrong, child. I really do…." He sighed heavily; with someone else knowing of the Kirin Tor's little pet project, he would need to have the protection level that of royalty….. that though sparked an idea for the wizened old man. "Eidolon, until we can sort this little mess out and find out just who knows about your existence, I want you to join Jaina to the northlands."

"What?/!" This was the intelligent response provided by Eidolon and Jaina respectively in synch, making them look at each other in surprise before looking away with a minor blush. Antonidas ignored their outburst and continued on his idea. "Jaina, while I have no doubt of your capabilities with discovering the nature of this plague, I want to see about Eidolon's sensory ability to find out if in fact this is demonic in origin or not. If it isn't than we will have less to worry about, but if it does… I want you to return immediately, as this may be a ploy of orc warlocks or something far worse." Both magic-wielders bowed to the old man. "Understood, master. We won't fail you." With that, Jaina placed a hand on Eidolon's shoulder and warped themselves away to prepare for the long trip.

Antonidas looked out into the city once more with a grim expression. 'I may not believe that madman about this whole end of the world thing…. But if he knew about Eidolon being a warlock… what else could he know about?'

_Three days later, Alterac, King's Road crossroads_

Arthas Menethil, Crown Prince of Lordaeron and Knight of the Silver Hand was currently sitting alongside three of his soldiers around a campfire as they awaited for an old friend from Dalaran to show up. He had not seen or heard from Jaina at all ever since he called down their relationship to better focus on their own training and duties, and wondered how she was doing or if she was coping well. She seemed a little broken from when he called it off, but he knew it was for the best.

One of his men, the captain, approached the Prince with a questioning look under his helmet. "Milord, we have been waiting for hours. Are you sure this friend of yours is coming?" Arthas laughed a little before responding. "I'm sure. Jaina usually runs a little late." An explosion sounded from the forest and made them all jump from the ground and readying their weapons, and shields for the soldiers, and awaited for whatever made the explosion as it sounded too close for comfort. "What the…" It was a few minutes later that two cloaked figures, one blue with a staff and the other wearing a dark purple with green lines running around it with a rune-etched longsword in hand that had 4 ogres giving chase after them.

As for why they were running from them in the first place…

_15 minutes earlier, Arathi wilderness_

The local ogres living in the mountains lived a relatively peaceful life; beating down on anyone that intruded onto their territory, no puny orcs to boss them around, hunting down the local wildlife to have all the meat they can eat, no puny orcs to boss them around, and let's not forget their favorite bit; no puny orcs to boss them around. All in all, they were living the good life.

"I'm telling you, we are lost!" "What are you talking about?! I got us into Arathi didn't ?" "Yes, but we were supposed to meet our envoy at the King's Road, and that's Light-knows how many MILES from here!" "At least I can be able to warp us to places!" "At least I can admit that I'm lost as all hell!"

The yelling match going on in the woods made many of the ogres confused, and a bit angry on who would dare cross into their turf. Soon enough the argument reached a clearing showing that it was a very red Jaina and Eidolon still yelling about how one's sense of direction was off than the other. Their screaming match was put to a halt when they heard the clearing of a throat in front of them and looked to the many ogres glaring at them. "Uh…. Do any of you know where the King's Road is?"

The response to Eidolon's question was replied in the form of a charging tide of hulking flesh and wood, making him grab Jaina's hand and squeaking out a simple "run." And run they did, casting what few spells behind them as they could to try and outrun the oncoming stampede. "Why would ask THEM where to go?! They barely have half a brain." "Why do you think they have two heads then?!" the longer the chase went the madder they were getting until it got to a boiling point; the two slid to a halt and held a hand out to the oncoming ogres. "FROSTBOLT/SHADOWBOLT!" The two spells, overcharged from their outrage ended up causing a rather interesting reaction; The Frostbolt became a large sharp glacier and the Shadowbolt ended being larger but, instead of staying that way, hit the Frostbolt and broke apart into multiple shards of black ice that went after the ogre line.

The two spells ended up causing a super-combined explosion that rocked the woods and was what Arthas and his men had felt. Near the impact both sorceress and warlock were blown back from the mistakenly combined combo and onto the ground in a daze before taking a look at what happened. "Woah."

Shards of the black ice had punctured everything before them; ground, tree, and ogres dead or dying was what waited their visual range. Getting back up, they looked at one another before a wide grin formed on their faces. "That was Amazing!" They kept rambling on about how the other was amazing with the overcharged spell that went into the collaboration, before they finally stopped and found that they were embracing each other in the high of the moment. Their brains reset before they finally broke away, a little red in the face. "Sorry, that was just…" "Yea, don't worry about it. I mean we both were…" Before they could continue they heard another, smaller wave of ogres charging after them. "Oh come ON! Run for it!"

And so the chase went on.

_Present time_

"We must help them!" "Stay your blade soldier, they can handle themselves."

Arthas and his men were watching the two finally stopping in his visual range and turned to face the 4 ogres, Jaina summoning a water elemental to take the brunt of the attacks while she casted frost spells at one and the unknown (to him) figure waving his hand to set a 2nd one on fire before charging a spell that made a wave of fire that moved like a snake to strike at the one he set on fire, causing a big explosion that ended it in moments from the amount of damage it took, while Jaina ended the first. As the other two ogres charged forward to take over their fallen comrades place, but one fell short as the purple/green cloaked figure adjusted his hold over his longsword and did something unorthodox with it.

The reason for the namesake of the blade being called 'The Javelin', while people found it funny at first, was shown just why as one of the runes on the weapon was set to, when filled with enough energy attuned his own, could be thrown like a javelin and, upon leaving physical contact of the wielder, 'blink' to the target at the speed of sound, resulting in the blade going hilt-deep into the ogre's skull. The force behind it made it fall backwards midair before crashing into the ground. Seeing that his partner was dead, both heads of the last ogre began to sweat as they looked back to the two they were chasing, the woman grinning as a fireball was formed in her hand in preparation, the water elemental looking ready to go another round, and the guy in purple raising his hand making the blade blink back to his possession, glaring at them in anticipation with green eyes that eerily reminded them of the Orc magicians back in the old days.

For once, the ogre race showed signs of true intelligence in the form of running in the other direction, wanting to be FAR away from those crazy people.

Seeing that the fight was over, Jaina and Eidolon relaxed and powered down, having been exhausted from the long run and the overcharged collaboration spell. They looked to see that they were being approached by a small company of men, three by the looks of it, and a man in more unique armor and blond hair down his shoulders that made Jaina flinch a little. Eidolon caught it and sent a questioning look before she whispered "Arthas." That was all the warlock needed as they were approached by the Knight before he began speaking. "Gentlemen, meet miss Jaina Proudmoore, special agent of the Kirin Tor, and one of the finest sorceresses in the land. Glad to see you haven't lost your touch." He smiled before continuing, not noticing her personal struggle with her dead feelings for the prince. "It's good to see you again, Jaina."

Eidolon recalled the last few times Jaina had spoken openly about her *coughformercough* relationship with the Crown Prince, and how it broke her heart a little that being separated was 'for the best'. He proceeded to tell her that, royalty or not, the knight was an idiot to just roll over like that if they had something, that a bond should not be discarded so easily, otherwise he might as well say that they had a fake romance. After a few more talks, she was able to get out of her funk about it and was better off not thinking about it, instead focusing on her training more and, by accident, gave her a new idea for a romantic partner in the future.

Jaina still recalled the warm feelings she'd get whenever the two just hung out and talked, even when having a meal in silence, it was better than the bitter loneliness Arthas left her with.

Speaking of said prince, he finally noticed that the other cloaked figure was between looking to Jaina in concern and glaring at the prince, something that unnerved him a little. "And who might you be? I was informed that only Jaina would be needed to investigate this matter." In regard of the rude tone used, the glare from the warlock intensified until an elbow courteous of the sorceress corrected his mannerism and bowed as Jaina covered introductions. Better to let her talk or risk his voice betraying his hostility against the crown prince. "This is Eidolon, also an agent of the Kirin Tor. He was a last-minute entry into this little operation as the Kirin Tor decided that his sensory skills in studying demonic taint would tell us on whether or not their hand was involved in the plague if it was magical in nature. Don't give me that look Arthas, it's just a precaution that probably won't turn up anything, but The Six insisted that this be done."

Jaina knew that lying like this was a bit wrong personally, but she knew that it had to be done; if the Knight suspected Eidolon of being a warlock then all hell would break loose, and what better way to make him drop the subject than telling him that the highest authority from another capital decreed it to be so?

Her fib worked perfectly as Arthas didn't look like he would argue the other 'mage' being here, at least for now, and turned back to Jaina. "Well then, I guess we should get underway." Satisfied that the situation was handled, she dismissed the water elemental ((Wait, I just got he- *pop*)) and lead her companion and escorts onto the intended path. "Our sources believe the plague originated from the northlands. We should probably check on the villages along the King's Road." With their course decided, the company of six (Arthas, Jaina, Eidolon, the captain and two foot soldiers) began their journey down the King's Road to investigate the plague.

Eidolon for one only wondered on how badly this mission was going to go, as things tend to go bad around him since the first time he left Dalaran's walls…