"Kami protects his own," said the blonde haired man as a human and an orc held his arms out, it was then the giant brown orc glared down at him and raised a blood red sword above his head to behead the blonde haired man.

"But the devil will always collect his due," the orc said before he brought his sword down in a deadly arc, cleaving the man's head from his shoulders.

Dream end…

Sylvanas woke with a start at her recent vision. Reaching into her pack she grabbed a leather bound journal and pen and wrote down the dream. Once she was done she flipped back through and saw that the first ten pages were filled with the visions involving the orc and the blonde haired man. In one she saw them doing battle on a barren wasteland, in another she saw the walled city under siege and the blonde haired man disappearing in a flash of yellow light and a battalion of warriors mysteriously falling down with their throats cut, then it was the blonde haired man being brought before the orc, and then it was of the orc sitting on a onyx black throne. Sighing she sat outside a temple waiting to be seen by the temple's oracle, hoping that they would be able to give her some understanding.

It was then a girl with lavender eyes and bright green hair appeared and waved her in with a smile. With a weary sigh Sylvanas got up and walked into the temple, hoping against all else that she would find some answers.

"So dear traveler," the woman called out as they entered what Sylvanas guessed was the
Oracle's chambers, since the air was thick with the smell of incense and holy oil, "what brings to see the Oracle?"

All Sylvanas did was sigh, pull out her journal, and hold it out for the woman to take.

"I want to find some answers to visions of my own," Sylvanas replied, after the woman took the journal and began reading it. After ten minutes of the woman eyeing every page and contemplating them she handed the journal back with a smile.

"Of the blonde haired man mentioned in this journal I know well," the woman said, a smile gracing her features, "he is Naruto Uzumaki of Konohagakure no Sato."

It was after this the woman let out a weary sigh and sat down on one of the many cushions.

"And it also seems that war will once again surround him," the woman said, a kind of sadness entering her voice.

"But what of the beast that kills him," Sylvanas asked, "surely there must be something about him you can tell me."

The woman sighed again and it seemed as if someone had put a massive weight on her shoulders.

"You must understand," the replied, a weariness entering her voice, adding on to the sadness that was already there, "there are some gods, known and long forgotten, that will give a vengeful soul gifts to carry out their vengeance, however they will also demand a terrible payment for these gifts."

"What does that mean," Sylvanas asked, wondering what god could sire such a creature filled with so much hate.

"Pray you never find out," the woman answered, before grabbing a two pieces of paper from a table nearby and writing in one of them.

"This is a map to Konoha from here," the woman said, handing her a folded piece of paper in the shape of a square, before handing her a piece of parchment with a weird seal stamped into the wax, "show this to the guards at the gate and you will be allowed entry."

Nodding Sylvanas walked out of the temple, with a few more questions than she had answers too. Once she had left the woman looked to a painting above the door of a comet as it streaked across the night sky with the silhouette of a man inside it, once she laid eyes on it a sense of dread threatened to overtake her.

"So the fallen one is the one who is behind the events to come," the woman said. Like the woman who had just left the woman too had visions of a great disaster to come. In the visions two great armies were at war, then a great earthquake split the earth open and a great black dragon rose from the opening. The dragon had blood red wings so massive they eclipsed the skies, a mouth so big that it could swallow the battlefield itself, teeth so sharp they looked like they could cleave the moon itself, paws so massive they could level a entire mountain range in a single swipe, spikes running down his spine, horns that were twisted and gnarled, and eyes that were pale sickly yellow. Then the dragon let out a deep throaty chuckle before it beat it's mighty wings once, causing dozens of tornados to appear in its wake, with that it ascended to the skies and laughed once more before it spewed black fire from its maw, burning the warriors in its path. Just before her vision ended she heard the dragon say one sentence.

"First I shall claim this world then I shall claim the heavens themselves," the dragon said, a deep throaty laugh echoing from its great maw. The woman then began to cry, for as a priestess she knew the events that would lead to the fallen one's return. The first was the death of a righteous warrior, which she knew above all else to be Naruto Uzumaki.

"I just pray the heavenly hosts send us a champion in the times that are to come," she said, before she sent for the next person seeking her aid.

Meanwhile with Naruto….

Naruto stood before the Hokage, or as he liked to call her Baa-chan, as she had her fingers steeped and her face a mask of concentration, that or she was suffering from the after effects of a hangover he could never tell.

"What's up baa-chan," Naruto asked, a playful smirk settling across his features at his adopted "grandmother". All Tsunade did was show him a ring he hadn't seen for twelve years and a letter written from his savior that night.

"I trust you know what to do with these," Tsunade asked, all seriousness in contrast to the usual levels of aggravation or annoyance she usually ended up feeling whenever her adopted grandson entered her office. All Naruto could do was nod slowly as he took in every detail of the ring, it's shape, the weight, the feel of it, the texture, even down to the strange writing on the ring itself. Once Naruto had secured both the note and the ring he promptly left the office with all due haste.

Meanwhile in Orgimmar….

Thrall was bent over the latest expense report for the voyage to the Morrowlands, with current expenses show it would cost him a thousand gold pieces just to make the trip over there never mind the trip back. When his chamberlain walked into the room followed by a aged Varian, the current king of Stormwind.

"Great Warchief," the chamberlain said, in a deep baritone voice, "I present King Varian Wrynn, King of the city of Stormwind, and the Ghost Wolf of the Crimson Ring."

"When last I looked Wrynn the Horde had honored its agreement," Thrall growled out, turning to look at the gray haired human.

"It has," Wrynn replied, feeling the rage he kept for the Horde beginning to simmer inside him once again.

"Then what brings you here," Thrall asked, wanting this inconvenience to be over and done with so he could get back to finalizing the plans for the expedition.

"I come on behalf of a mutual friend," Wrynn answered, trying to remain as calm as possible.

"So Jaina sent you," Thrall commented, noticing the twitch of Wrynn's hand and the king of the Humans reaching for his sword, probably out reflex, "she never struck me as the person who would send someone else to do something for her."

"She is dying," Varian almost shouted at Thrall, causing Thrall to take an involuntary step back and his eyes to go wide.

"How," Thrall asked in shock.

"I personally do not know," Varian answered, "she only asked that I come and retrieve you so she can say her final goodbyes."

With that Varian left, however he heard the thump of a body falling into a chair and then he heard something he thought he would never hear from an orc, least of all the Warchief, he heard Thrall begin to cry. Sighing Varian leaned against a wall, feeling every minute of his age as he felt tears of his own come to his eyes. Thrall sat at the desk invoices, documents of supplies, and a quill set on the desk as he tears came to his eyes, already mourning the death of one of the few people he counted amongst his friends. Then he let loose a cry of rage and turned the table over, scattering the documents and tossing the quill and open inkpot to the floor, he then brought his fists down in a mighty hammer blow against one of the drawers in the room reducing it to little more than splinters, and then he grabbed one of the chairs and threw it out the window, before his knees finally gave out and he fell to the floor.

The following morning…

Varian stood at the gates of Orgimmar, ready to depart and return to his kingdom when he heard the dull thud of leather boots striking the ground. Turning he saw Thrall dressed in black robes with the hood drawn up and a assortment of talismans all over it and he also saw the Doomhammer resting at his side and Gorehowl resting in a sheathe on his back. With little more than a silent nod they made their way from Orgimmar to Stormwind to pay their final respects to a dying friend.

With Naruto…

Naruto was sitting on the head of the Fourth Hokage, his father, contemplating what he would do next. Sighing Naruto rolled the ring around in his hand and briefly contemplated putting the thing on, before he tossed the idea away.

"Problems kit," asked Kurama, better known to some as the Nine-Tailed Fox, in concern for his host and his friend.

"What gave it away," Naruto asked with a small smile.

"You forget I am stuck up here till the day you die so I can read your thoughts," Kurama answered, giving Naruto a mild headache just to emphasize his point. Sighing Naruto began telling his friend all of his fears, about how he was afraid the woman who came wouldn't be the same one who saved him, about how she might hate him, and about how he was afraid that she might find out about Kurama and run, just about every other woman he ever let get that close did.

"You know it still puzzles me that you never did claim the Hyuga girl," Kurama stated in a huff, after all he rather liked Hinata.

"Kurama we've been over this it would never have worked out," Naruto stated matter of factly.

"True enough," Kurama replied, but not before letting out a huff and putting his head on his paws.

Sighing Naruto sat on top of the Fourth Hokage's head for a little while longer and contemplated what he would do. It was then he noticed that the sun was setting and the day was about to be over, however he also noticed that the moon wasn't rising, then he took a closer inspection and saw that it indeed had risen but that it wasn't reflecting the light of the sun like it was supposed to. In that moment Naruto pulled out the cloak and put it on and held the ring out in his palm.

"Please dear Kami let this work," Naruto prayed, then the ring began to glow bright and then it out a flash of light.

With Sylvanas…

Sylvanas grumbled as she stared at the map, trying to figure out where she was and how she could get to Konoha.

"I have spent twelve years on this continent you'd think I'd have at least bothered to learn the local language," she grumbled, turning the map this way and that trying to decipher it. Sighing she was about to keep heading south when she felt a tingle at the back of her mind. Looking up she turned her head till she was staring to the south west. Just before she felt the teleportation spell that was put on the ring kick in. Another second later she found herself standing on top of a stone precipice staring at a spikey, blonde haired young man, with startling blue eyes, but what gave him away as the boy she saved all those years ago was the three whisker marks he had on each cheek.

And that's a wrap.

I know I did a cheap trick with the teleportation spell on the ring but it was the best I could come up with.

Also what is the cause of Jaina's current state, and how is Varian acting so civil with a Orc?

Tune in Next time and find out!