Disclaimer- Although I do have some characters that are made by ME, they are influenced by the Warcraft books and games which belong to their respected owners at Blizzard Entertainment.

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Chapter Two

A burning light glared down on the Warden that could only be the sun. She physically snarled as she held her weapon. It was a very, very sharp and legendary weapon. It was very deadly, and glistened from the dried, slick blood that had been spilt from the foul enemies of her beloved Elven kind. Maiev laughed mirthlessly, her laugh soon transformed into a mad shriek as her vocal cords vibrated and the earth trembled under her feet. Very faint footprints that appeared to be the Warden's seemed to be blown away in one single sweep like they never existed at all. How long would it be before she herself, Maiev Shadowsong, would perish is this hellish world? Without care and refreshments, she would surely die in the next few days, her mad hunt would then end as she soon faded away and became a meaningless legend that would soon be forgotten in the Sands of Time. Pure insanity had overcome the Warden, along with suspicion. Everybody was turning against her. Shan'do Stormrage, that idiotic Priestess, and now even her own Watchers. They were all criminals.

And Maiev couldn't tolerate criminals. They would pay, and rot in the hell that they brought upon themselves. Although there was still one rogue that had to be dealt with first ...

The Betrayer. He was the first and only reason she stepped into this Elune forbidden place. Despite her efforts, that rogue had slipped from her hands again and again, until it finally sent her off the edge.

But she wouldn't give up. For she was Maiev Shadowsong, the Hand of Justice. Mad or not, she knew that she would finally win the hunt.

One way or another ...

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A haughty blood Elf clad in the usual scarlet robes walked through the dirty roads in Orgrimmar. He felt like showing his sardonic dislike for his allies, but sadly, he had to put those feeling in check, for now. He walked past very crude braziers and buildings made from very rough hands as he continued to pass several green brutes. He stopped at an open passageway that led to what seemed to be a home to one of the greenskins. He peered into the humble home to find a smaller greenskin, which appeared to be a child, sitting on a ... By the Gods! Was that supposed to be a rug? It looked as if someone had skinned a twisted, half-human, half-centaur and had removed its outer form. That ... centaur was one tasteless piece of work. Its face was lopsided and empty as its mouth sagged open on the ground as it showed its very little, broken tooth remains. Sickening.

With an arrogant tilt of his head, the mysterious being continued down the crude road is slight satisfaction. He smirked.

His master would be pleased.

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(Some time later)

A figure shrouded in shadows kneeled before a darker figure that was upon a throne, with his head bowed. The strange creature on the throne did not acknowledge him until her advisor whispered in her tapering ear. She tilted her head upwards, but stared down at the meager shadow in her presence. The woman spoke.

"It appears that my trusted agent has returned." She stated, her voice cold and emotionless. The kneeler shuddered, his Mistress's voice contained a tone that contained all of the coldness and torment of a brutal winter storm. "I expect that you have important news to report. Yes?"

"Of course." The kneeling man looked up, the dim light of nearby torches lit his face up and he stood erect. The room he was in seemed to contain no warmth, and the stone was translucent. In the center of the room, far from the ice blue torches, the smooth ground began to rise until it spiraled into a throne, where a single figure rested upon. The feminine creature resembled an Elf, albeit a very pale, tainted one. Her eyes seemed to pierce his bones. Her hair, a long wave of silver, seemed to cover part of her sharp features. The lady appeared to have once had the potential to possess alluring beauty, but her visage was now twisted into an image of deep, sadistic rage. He reminded her, not of a seductive goddess, nor the visage of a burning demon, but rather, a combination of both.

Her dark eyes continued to glare down at the puny Blood Elf. He was arrogant, and callow. Beware. She thought. Your arrogance toward your superiors will be your undoing, unworthy one.

But he was an excellent spy ... for the time being.

"My people have been linked to these desolate plains for too long. We need more power, and for that to occur, I will need powerful allies, and weak foes. None will withstand the might of the Death Elves. There will be, of course, endless rewards for the obedient, and a crushing defeat for those who dare defy me. Do you understand, Blood Elf?"

"Please, milady, you may call me Sunstalker." Sunstalker lifted the edges of his lips up in a friendly smile, revealing glistening white teeth.

The well-muscled guard standing at his lady's side growled and his spine grew rigid. "Fool!" he barked. "You will address your superior as Mistress, or Mistress Sataga! Nothing else!" He stepped forward, ready to pummel the lowly fiend.

"Now now, my dear advisor, we mustn't attack our trusted ally." Sataga's voice was calm, but deep down she was too trying to refrain from murdering the idiotic fool. She touched her necklace with long, gnarled nails. That elf's, Sunstalker's, teeth would've made a fine trophy for her collection, but she had larger prey in mind.

"Mistress ..."

Sataga's eyes flared. "Do not fear, if our spy proves unworthy of our alliance, I will see that you personally can handle his betrayal." To the Blood Elf's disappointment, the warped advisor smiled, his crooked jaw appeared to mock the less experienced, scarlet robed elf. He flinched slightly.

"It would be my pleasure."

"Now," The Mistress said, her gaze never leaving the uncertain Blood Elf. "tell me about your master."

Sunstalker's posture straightened. He then told Sataga about one of the most infamous figures in Azeroth's history, Illidan Stormrage.

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A/N– Well ... that's that. By the way, the Death Elves, Sataga's people (she's the ruler, obviously), would've been originally named the Dark Elves, but I didn't want to put a name that's already in another well-known Elf society.

Oh, and don't worry Maiev fans, Maiev's going to play a major role in this story, or else I would've killed her off like I've heard she's been.