HELLO! I am back. I would like to thank Nightshara for reviewing. I'm glad you love it, and I'm really glad you came back for chappie 2. I agree with one of the things you said, but everyone is entitled to their opinion.

NOW WITH THE DISCLAIMER JUST BECAUSE IT'S FUN! (I have a general disclaimer on my profile, but it's a really long profile so you might not wanna read it): I do not own WoW, the geniouses at Blizzard do. And I do not own Tiras, my boyfriend does, for that is his toon on WoW. Also, in up coming chappie's I do not own Linkc, my good friend stickmario645 does. I do however own Ly'syn and Anatherin. I think that's pretty much it... OH! I own my socks too!

Also, sorry I've been gone, I've been sick and well... when you're throwing up you don't feel much like typing... you feel like taking a bath -- n e who...

Damn Frying Pan

I rushed back to my pack. Though I'd never used one, I knew how hearth stones worked. You say where you want to go and it takes you there, though you need to know the way there since it takes you there through a path in your mind. On the down side, it takes weeks to be able to take you there again.

Once it was in my hands, I threw my belongings into my pack and prepared to speak those words.

"Menthial Harbor." Then I was there. No one seemed surprised by my sudden appearance, I was almost completely unnoticed.

"That didn't take too long." Almost... "Miss me already?" He smirked again.

"Hardly," I said, slightly out of breath. "I need whoever is in charge of defense around here." I walked out of the Inn, knowing he would follow.

"Why?" Good puppy.

"There is a horde raid coming," I replied in a hushed tone. His eyes grew slightly wider in his drunken state.

"Are you sure?"

"Comepletely." He tilted his head to the right.

"Follow." He led me to a tower I hadn't noticed when I left. He walked up to one of the guards then motioned for me to come over.

"This is Ly'syn," he told the stout man. "She saw them."

"How many?" he asked with his heavy dwarven accent.

"Fifty at least," I replied. The small man shook his head. "I can fight if you need more soldiers."

"YE?" he asked as if I were talking about something completely insane.

"Yes."

"Ye seem ta only be thirteh! Ye be wishen fer death, youngen."

"31... and it is a great honor to die in battle," I told him.

"Well, we be needin a priest then."

"I'm a palidan," Tiras said, stepping foreward. "I can help too."

"Alright," the guard said, "I'll gather teh troops. Ye prepare ye selves." I saluted the guard, as did he. We waited till Tiras, the poor drunk, stumbled to a salute as well. The guard nodded and left us.

"You're helping?" I asked sarcastically.

"Hey, I've got a few years under mi belt," he replied, mocking the dwarf's accent. I managed to give a small laugh. "C'mon, lets suit up."

"Why are you helping me?" I asked again.

"Why shouldn't I?" then he smirked. "Let's go, no time to lose." I was beginning to think maybe he wasn't as drunk as I had thought. Then he tripped over a poor, helpless gnome and ran into a ram, setting it running and kicking.

"No, he is completely intoxicated."

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With some newer, more sturdy armor, I was ready to fight, but that bastard didn't think so.

"Listen Ly," he called me by the nickname he gave me, "You need to stay close to me so I can heal you."

"How close?" I asked, seriously considering a restraining order. He smirked his famous smirk and pulled me close so that our chests were touching.

"I like this distance." I scoffed and pushed him away. "I mean it Ly, stay close."

"I will... maybe..." I mumbled that last bit.

"Aye captain!" one of the guards bellowed. "The horde be a-comin!"

"Right! All arms to the gate!" I lined up with the other soldiers, standing somewhat close to Tiras.

"Make sure your armor's tight," he whispered in my ear. I tapped my boots then nodded, announcing they were.

The horde inched closer and closer until a deep, raspy voice screamed, "CHARGE!" This was our que to charge as well. I pulled out my axe, swinging it around a few times. Glaring at the oncoming raid, I ran in and clashed with a large orc warrior. His strength had to be double mine. He attempted to slash my side, but I blocked him with my shield. I thought I had him until I realized he was duel wielding and he slashed my other side instead.

"AAH!" I screamed. Although my side was open and bleeding, I fought on. Just a few moments passed when the pain left. Tiras must have healed me. My suspicions were confirmed when he appeared behind the orc and knocked him out with his shield.

"What'd I say about staying close?" he asked smugly. I scowled at him.

"Thank you for healing me," I said as I ran off to fight the rest of the horde.

"LY! STAY CLOSE!" he called after me.

That is pretty much how the rest of the battle went. I ran from Tiras, he yelled at me, I came close to death, he healed me, we finished off the enemy, and repeat. At least, until the end of the battle.

I just ran from Tiras when he didn't call after me. I went back to try and find him, but before I knew it I was surrounded by various weapons, ready to attack. Oddly enough the thing to do me in was a quick blow to the head by what I later found out was a frying pan.

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There you have it, chappie three. In chappie four comes the outcome of the battle, and Ly'syn meets a new friend.