Author's notes:

Hey... here's a short chapter to get me back to that world.
Hope you'll like it :)

Any advice, hints are appreciated.

As always... thanks for all, and see you next time :D


The mage and the priestess were right. She did not understand what the near future would bring into her life. Samara was quite confident that the training sessions that she took part in during her years in Winterspring made her a decent material for a warrior. Sadly, she was quickly shown that it was a mere delusional thought of hers. The first training with a seasoned sentinel was enough to prove that. Analylah Moonblade was a tough teacher to deal with or to even survive. The violet-haired woman seemed to be made of stone, or at least it was the way Samara saw her.

"Fyrerenna Whisperwind!" the huntress thundered. "You're to support your mother and to do so, you need to put more effort into the training. Your current results are unacceptable!" she continued to scold the young girl.

Samara bent slightly at the sound of her proper name. She did not like it, so she asked everyone that she knew to call her Samara. To some extent, she was not used to being called Fyrerenna.

"I'm sorry, miss…" the white-haired girl meekly replied, averting her gaze from the fearsome sentinel.

"Listen, brat!" the sentinel closed the distance between her and the priestess's daughter. "I was pulled back from Ashenvale to teach you… which isn't exactly the most thriving matter to me," she grabbed a collar of Samara's shirt and spat. "I left my men behind there… for what… for some brat that can't meet the expectations set before her?" the woman continued in a venomous tone.

"I didn't ask for you… it wasn't my choice to take," Samara tried to defend herself.

"It doesn't matter!" the violet-haired growled once again. "I don't like my time being wasted, and currently… I consider you a waste of my time! Back to the training!"

"As you wish," Tyrande's daughter replied in a low tone. She did not want to be there to proceed with those sessions.

Her mentor did not give her any time to prepare before she attacked. Her long wooden stick descended onto Samara's shoulder. The hit was so powerful that the scream of pain escaped the throat of the latter.

The silver eyes so common among night elves shrank a little. Analylah Moonblade was not done with her useless student. Without any mercy, she attacked again.

Her eyes opened as widely as it was possible a moment later. This time… her offence was dodged. Even though the white-haired brat was hurt and it was easily noticeable that movement was only worsening the sensation, she leapt to the side without hesitation. To the older woman, it was utterly surprising. They had been training for a couple of days by now. Throughout the entirety of that time, Samara was always on the receiving end of a beating. She was outclassed, outmatched. She was lacking the experience necessary to put up a fight against someone of Analylah calibre.

It was the very first time, the young white-haired girl managed to evade even a single blow of the sentinel.

Part of her should be proud of even the slightest improvement coming from the priestess's daughter, but instead of it, there was anger. How someone so weak, so bad was able to dodge her strike.

Without a single thought more, she pressed forward. The huntress wanted blood, she wanted to express her domination over the kid.

Another surprise hit the veteran when her imitated spear struck the ground. "Another dodge?" the older elf asked a rhetorical question to herself. Of course, she did. With the anger filling her veins up to the maximum capacity, she fell into some kind of a trans.

The real fight began.

For the white-haired girl, it felt like the worst nightmare coming true. Samara knew that she was not a match for the sentinel, that she could not win the fight against her. But… here they were.

Tyrande's child did not even try to match the pace of Analylah's attacks, she just tried to survive, to avoid as much of her strikes as she possibly could. The problem was that it only made the veteran more and more pissed off.

Samara's training sessions were taking place on the 30-metres diameter circle that edges were delimited by the walls of an old tower. If she wanted to run away from the older woman, it was undoubtedly a place where such a strategy could work.

The white-haired night elf tried to avoid the straight fight for as long she could, but in the end, her endurance failed her.

After what felt like hours, she became too slow to dash sideways. The hardened stick that was to imitate a spear hit her side. The direct hit was so powerful that it knocked her out of her feet. The priestess's daughter collapsed painfully onto the ground. Her left hand reached the hurt side within a fraction of seconds. It should be the end of sparring, but… for the sentinel it was far from over.

Analylah stroke again. Her eyes were visibly filled with the rage that she no longer tried to tame, to control.

Samara was unable to dodge anymore, so she did the only she could. The girl flexed her muscles and rose her hands to prevent more severe damages.

The huntress did not care. With the ferocity of a maniac, she kept dealing blow after blow. The whimpers of pain, the screams, the quiet sobs that were coming from her so-called student were turning her on. She loved those sounds. It was hard past bullying. She wanted the girl to die… the question was why. For that, the seasoned warrior could not find an answer.

After some time, the sound of breaking bones reached her ears. The screams that appeared afterwards were like music to her ears. They were intoxicating.

The smell of fresh blood hit her nostrils a moment later. It felt so wrong… something deep inside of her began to wake up.

A couple of moments took the huntress to wake up from the lethargy. As soon as she finally managed to overcome that state, she looked with horror printed all over her face onto the young woman. Without a single thought, without a single second of waste, the veteran dropped to her knees, picked up the white-haired girl, and started to run toward the temple of Elune.

"Sorry… sorry, kid," the violet-haired woman whispered, pulling the fragile frame of the latter to her chest. "I… I… don't know what came into me. I didn't want you to be hurt," the sentinel continued to apologize.

The tears started to run down her cheeks when she noticed that Samara fainted. "It's all my doing!" she shouted at herself deep inside her mind. "I… I need to see Tyrande. There is something evil deep down in me," she added. Analylah started to cradle the unconscious girl in her arms, cuddling her into her breasts. "I'm so sorry… I know that words can't describe that feeling. I'll try… no… I'll repay you for that," she whispered her promise.

Without wasting any more time, she sprinted toward the central part of the night elves' capital.