CHAP. 3
Later that night, the young mage approached the hut, where they would be meeting. There was still much to plan for. As she approached it her ears heard loud screaming, though. Startled, her pace quickened and she rushed toward the hut. As she entered she saw the large Cairne holding back the Orc warchief thrall. His eyes were filled with hatred, and his tempers flared.
" You are no better than the demons we've slain!" His large Orc mouth screamed. "Just as they returned to the darkness, why don't you return to the forest so we can..."
Cairne brought a large hand across the enraged warchief's mouth.
"Hold your tongue young one" He was calmer but still much more roused than he normally was.
"Why stop him?" Sneered Tyrande, the night elves' queen." Both of your vile races are only capable of beastly thoughts as such. It is a shame I've had to guard this land for so long, only to have it defiled!"
Cairne rebutted, "My people are..."
"STOP, all of you", Jaina's thoughts instantly became frustrated, and she stormed, accusingly pointing at all of the commanders. "Everyone of us has been through a lot, but we must stand together. I believed that and because of it we proved we were greater than a destroyer of worlds! How can we look at ourselves as worthy of defeating the burning legion if we will already defeat ourselves? I knew of the one who united us, Medivh. He was one of the most powerful mages... ever. He gave up his status among the Kirin Tor just to save you Orcs, and he gave his humanity to see us persevere as one. Shall his sacrifice and the sacrifice of countless azerothian lives be sullied by our pithy conflicts?" The frustrated young mage marched out abruptly. Before she got far, she felt a large hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry", the young Orc warchief said. He then got on one knee, and bowed. " My rage had been festering within me ever since I'd been a young slave and I failed to keep it in check for the moment."
For a second Jaina replied by smiling, only with her eyes. Still She was hurt that they had come this far only to fall victim to their old prejudices. Yet she sucked all her frustration in and proceeded back to the hut, with the Orc warchief. They still had much to deliberate upon. As she entered the meeting place, through the massive animal skin doorway, she saw the leaders of their respective races silent. Though Cairn's ears were low and even malFurion Stormrage's head dipped a tad, the Night elf queen still held her head high, in pride. She still remained silent. Jaina and Thrall took their place among the counsel table. Jaina gave each of them a stern and approving gaze.
"Do you think now we mat discuss the matters of our people, nay our future?" She said, and the meeting began...
Later that night, the young mage approached the hut, where they would be meeting. There was still much to plan for. As she approached it her ears heard loud screaming, though. Startled, her pace quickened and she rushed toward the hut. As she entered she saw the large Cairne holding back the Orc warchief thrall. His eyes were filled with hatred, and his tempers flared.
" You are no better than the demons we've slain!" His large Orc mouth screamed. "Just as they returned to the darkness, why don't you return to the forest so we can..."
Cairne brought a large hand across the enraged warchief's mouth.
"Hold your tongue young one" He was calmer but still much more roused than he normally was.
"Why stop him?" Sneered Tyrande, the night elves' queen." Both of your vile races are only capable of beastly thoughts as such. It is a shame I've had to guard this land for so long, only to have it defiled!"
Cairne rebutted, "My people are..."
"STOP, all of you", Jaina's thoughts instantly became frustrated, and she stormed, accusingly pointing at all of the commanders. "Everyone of us has been through a lot, but we must stand together. I believed that and because of it we proved we were greater than a destroyer of worlds! How can we look at ourselves as worthy of defeating the burning legion if we will already defeat ourselves? I knew of the one who united us, Medivh. He was one of the most powerful mages... ever. He gave up his status among the Kirin Tor just to save you Orcs, and he gave his humanity to see us persevere as one. Shall his sacrifice and the sacrifice of countless azerothian lives be sullied by our pithy conflicts?" The frustrated young mage marched out abruptly. Before she got far, she felt a large hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry", the young Orc warchief said. He then got on one knee, and bowed. " My rage had been festering within me ever since I'd been a young slave and I failed to keep it in check for the moment."
For a second Jaina replied by smiling, only with her eyes. Still She was hurt that they had come this far only to fall victim to their old prejudices. Yet she sucked all her frustration in and proceeded back to the hut, with the Orc warchief. They still had much to deliberate upon. As she entered the meeting place, through the massive animal skin doorway, she saw the leaders of their respective races silent. Though Cairn's ears were low and even malFurion Stormrage's head dipped a tad, the Night elf queen still held her head high, in pride. She still remained silent. Jaina and Thrall took their place among the counsel table. Jaina gave each of them a stern and approving gaze.
"Do you think now we mat discuss the matters of our people, nay our future?" She said, and the meeting began...