Previously on Harry Potter and a Whole New World: Rising From the Ashes:
After the human had noticed her presence, everything had gone rapidly downhill. Coria had engaged Jaelyne after her initial attack had thrown off the human's concentration and therefore any spells he had been preparing. But the human had recovered faster than she would have thought possible, blocking her strike with some kind of magical bracer. The night elf champion was well known for her heroic acts during the Great War against the burning legion, her experience and skill enough to keep up with Coria's barrage of attacks in an attempt to incapacitate the night elf, despite only having her bow to defend herself with.
The two had danced back and forth for a few moments, Coria slowly gaining the upper hand but not enough to risk trying a finishing move. It had been as she leapt back from another rapid exchange that her magic senses warned her of an attack from below. Even as she forced herself into a hurried somersault, the floor beneath her feet had ruptured with earthen hands attempting to grab her legs. Landing in a half crouch, there had been no respite for her, the human Mage manipulating the earth in a way she would not have imagined possible to encircle and trap her in one corner of the room.
Coria was only glad that the human hadn't wanted her dead for whatever reason, she had no doubt in her mind that if he were to get serious she wouldn't have stood a chance. If that hadn't been enough, the man had proceeded to save her life by blocking the first arrow Jaelyne had fired at her. The razor sharp tip resting just short of her chest had been more than enough encouragement for her to freeze as the Champion of Darnassus had told her firmly to drop her weapons.
Even though she had escaped the room thanks to a flash bomb she had hidden up her sleeve that she set off the moment Jaylene had started to relax, Coria knew that the human could have stopped her if he chose to. He was certainly very different to any Mage or any human she had ever encountered, the first that she could say she wanted... No needed to see again.
Whilst Coria could try and claim that she wanted to see him again due to the life debt she owed him, she knew that deep down there was another simpler reason for her desire. Magic to sustain themselves was the thing blood elves desired above anything, and this human Harry Potter had magic that restrained her hunger like nothing she had never encountered before...
Chapter 4: Alliances and a plan of action.
Persona: Tyrande Whisperwind.
Looking across as the doors to her council chamber opened almost silently to admit the ones that were the purpose of this gathering, Tyrande couldn't help but agree with Jaylene's initial assessment that she had given the day before. The human immediately grabbed the attention of the majority of those sat at the semi-circular table, which consisted mainly of priestesses and a small number of sentinels headed by Jaylene. It wasn't anything overt that he said or did, but in the way he strode into the room without waiting for those that were meant to be guarding him.
His step was light and measured, each with the purpose of moving quickly whilst remaining as close to the ground as possible without shuffling, which considering his affinity to Earth magic was hardly surprising. His posture exuded readiness even though he was clearly trying to not seem aggressive, eyes flicking between Tyrande, Jaylene and several of the hidden alcoves where her sentinel bodyguards were standing watch. The next time his eyes flickered her way they caught her own and she was surprised by the depth of emotion that seemed to flare from them.
They were a soldier's eyes, loss and suffering clear to one who had experienced as much as Tyrande had, but there was also a cascade of other far brighter emotions that almost flowed across the connection their eyes had made. Then the human grinned slightly and bowed to her, somehow knowing that she was in charge even though she had deliberately not sat at the head of the council table, with the intent of letting one of the younger Priestesses take the lead in the discussion to come. When he came up from his bow however, the grin was gone and his eyes narrowed at something behind Tyrande, hissing rapidly to the Naga that up until this point had been staying a respectful three feet behind and to the left of the human, in the traditional manner an advisor or subordinate would do in many of the Azerothian cultures.
The hissing from the human visibly caused a reaction, stiffening and the raising of a few eyebrows amongst the night elves present, but Tyrande had informed them all of the circumstances before the pair arrived in order to make sure no one did anything rash, so there were no reactions greater than that. The Naga hissed something back, her body language screaming uncertainty, only to stiffen slightly when the human nodded and bowed her head to the council before speaking. "Honoured council of the night elves, I thank you for allowing us this meeting before any decisions are made. I am Nash'ala, exile of the Vashj clan."
The Naga paused as there were a few murmurs amongst the council members, the name of Lady Vashj, who had supported the traitor Illyaden in his mad quest to destroy Northrend was still synonymous with some of the worst traits of the Naga. There was a heavy tap that resonated around the room as Kelanas Windflower, the priestess that Tyrande had selected to lead the meeting as a learning experience for the young girl, looked around imperiously to quell those that had spoken up out of turn.
Kelanas then turned her gaze back to the Naga and gestured with her hand. "We will return to your origins later Nash'ala, but you are not the primary reason for this covenant as I am sure you have already guessed. Who is the human that you accompany and what did he say that has you so on edge?" Tyrande let a small smile slip out as Nash'ala relayed what had been said to the human, Kelanas was barely two hundred years old, by far the youngest member of the council she had summoned, but she was definitely utilising the lessons of leadership that had been imparted upon her very well to control the flow of conversation in the room and the council itself.
After a couple more moments of hissed conversation, Nash'ala turned back to the court. "Honoured council, this human has given his name as Harry Potter and he has come to seek the aid of your race and the other races of Azeroth. But first he relayed to me that he has sensed something off that he wishes to raise with you. I am hesitant because I know it will illicit anger amongst some of those present." She paused and Kelanas nodded and gestured around the table. "I have heard of the incidents that have occurred during your journey here, worry not Nash'ala, the council will not act with the same impatience that our kin have shown."
The reassurance seemed to do little to reduce Nash'ala's worry but she nodded and with a deep breath spoke once more. "Harry asked me to pose a simple question to you, and I will use his precise words for this, 'why does the giant tree have a faint trace of demonic corruption about it?'" As Nash'ala had predicted this was one of the few questions that would lead to a reaction despite Kelanas' promise. Tyrande managed to keep her reaction to a mere raised eyebrow but others in the council were by nowhere near as composed, standing in their seats and shouting in either common or Darnassian about the outrageous claim. Nash'ala had backed up a couple of paces as they did so, obviously terrified that the group would turn violent, but it was the humans reaction that interested Tyrande, moving rapidly but subtly closer to the Naga in a protective manner as his magic flared almost imperceptibly, cloak beginning to billow in a dangerous way.
With tempers flaring at the lack of response from the semi-cowering Nash'ala and Kelanas struggling to calm tensions down, Tyrande decided enough was enough and was about to bring order herself. But before she could step in there was a deafening crack from where Jaylene was sat. The champion of Darnassus looked around at the suddenly silenced council from where she sat at the now cracked table with a hint of scorn dominating her normally playful expression.
"Enough! Are you human school children or council members of the night elves? By the goddess, Nash'ala merely passed along the comments of a human whose powers are still unknown to us and some of you were prepared to exchange words for weapons! Now sit down and let them explain before you make even greater fools of yourselves and our race!" The now cowed council members quickly took their seats, no one wanting to further annoy the fuming Sentinel commander.
Kelanas took a moment to compose herself once more and then stood to address Nash'ala once more. "Whilst I would like to know what this human means by corruption of Teldrassil, I would first like to know about how he is so sure of its presence? From what I have heard of Commander Jaylene's report he was similarly able to sense a blood elf infiltrator even though she was stealthed at the time." That drew the attention of the council back to the matter at hand Tyrande noticed, such powers were definitely not amongst the repertoire of the denizens of Azeroth.
Nash'ala relayed the question to the human, though Tyrande supposed she should probably use his name out of courtesy. Harry didn't even look away from his scrutiny of Teldrassil as he spoke a long rolling hiss of a reply. Nash'ala's head fins fluttered as her face showed a mixture of surprise and... Awe? Tyrande managed to drag her attention back to Harry as Nash'ala spoke once more; her tone contemplative as she paused every few words to ensure that she did not say anything wrong that might upset the council. Whilst he strode back and forth in a semi-circle in front of the trees trunk, his eyes darted around the room, almost randomly enough that Tyrande would have dismissed it if it were not for the narrowing of his eyes each time he did so.
"Harry possesses a very powerful affinity with earth based magic, as I am sure that Champion Evensong's account of the Blood elf attack has already made clear to you all." There were at least eight different locations in the room that Harry's eyes focussed on in the short period that Tyrande had been paying attention, which was either a sign that his looks meant nothing or that there was a significant breach in her security as there were only meant to be 5 sentinel guards in the room.
"He can use his connection to the Earth to sense the heartbeats and movements of those that pass on it. Harry says that he has spread his earth around the room for the purpose of proving this point, he intends to do so by telling you where all of your 8 hidden guards are stationed around the room." Harry then looked up and hissed something out as Tyrande sighed. "Make that five guards, Harry says that three of them have just left in a hurry. Did we do something wrong?"
Jaelyne had also realised the problem as she stood hurriedly and walked round the council table to Tyrande as one of the five sentinel guards leapt down next to the high priestess. "High Priestess, Archdruid Staghelm is on his way here with a large group of druid elders. We can try and stall him but we will not be able to stop him gaining access to this building." Tyrande sighed, they had learned nothing concrete about the strange human yet and knowing Staghelm's propensity for belittling the other races, it would not take more than five minutes for him or Harry to come to blows.
Just as Jaelyne reached her seat, obviously aiming to coordinate a response to the breach, the doors to the council room burst open causing everyone to turn cautiously in its direction. Three hulking druids stonily faced off with sentinel guards as they stepped into the room, a vanguard to the half a dozen druid elders that were stood haughtily behind them. The largest of them stood at well over 8 feet and was the one that Tyrande really didn't want to see right now, his characteristic Antlers sticking out of his leaf green hair framing his furious expression.
Fandral Staghelm strode forwards, casually batting one of the sentinels to the side and out of his way with an imperious wave of his free hand. "High Priestess Tyrande, what a surprise for me to find you here. I wonder how you thought you could hold a council meeting without thinking of informing the Druidic council that you were doing so." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he cast a look around the room, his eyes settling on where Harry was stood before he strode towards him. "Ah yes, so this is the human that you are all so interested in. I can sense his power, but he is still nothing compared to us."
Tyrande couldn't help but be impressed by Harry's lack of reaction to Fandral towering over him in an obvious attempt to intimidate him, the human merely looking up at the Archdruid with a contemplative expression. Kelanas responded to his comments with a look of derision before giving a equally scathing reply. "Last I checked Archdruid; High Priestess Tyrande did not have to answer to the druid council for matters relating to sentinel affairs. This matter was raised by Champion Evensong and who she wishes to discuss such matter is her concern, not yours."
The young priestess' comments brought a small smile to Tyrande's face for a second before she returned to a mask of neutrality as Fandral whirled around to face Kelanas, his face tinged purple with rage. "You would dare assume to tell me what I can and cannot do? For you to think that your priesthood is superior to the druids and gets to act with impunity because Stormrage is gone. I shall not stand for such insults." There were growls of agreement from several of the druids that had accompanied Staghelm, one of them pointing over to the previously overlooked Nash'ala. "The Archdruid is right, we druids know that there is only one way to deal with the Naga, and that is with the sword!"
The Druid stepped forwards threateningly whilst grasping the hilt of his blade, with the obvious intent of fulfilling his threat, causing the sentinels in turn to raise their weapons in defense of the one their leader had tasked them with protecting. Just when both sides were going to come to blows Harry was suddenly in front of Nash'ala, a rune encrusted sword in hand as half a dozen humanoid sized earthen golems rose in a semi-circle behind him.
He hissed something and Tyrande couldn't be sure of whether he was saying something or just that angry. The appearance of the golems, rather than deter the druids, seem to enrage them further as one of them shouted. "It is true; this is a human servant of the Old Gods!" Fandral had yet to say anything further, the small look of satisfaction on his face letting Tyrande know that he felt he had done enough to disrupt any hope of a peaceful meeting. As the druids began to charge forwards, Tyrande decided enough was enough.
Vaulting from her chair in a manner that would have been impossible without the continued training she forced herself through everyday, Tyrande was amongst the druids in two leaps, catching the first with a blow to his windpipe that left him wheezing for breath as she spun, her second strike impacting the kneecap of the druid that had first threatened Nash'ala and shattering it. One of the druids swung a blade at her, which she ducked under easily and replied with an uppercut that had the attacker on his back a moment later. Standing she saw the remaining druids paused warily in front of her, the arrow tips she could see in her peripheral vision letting her know that backup was now in place. Glaring imperiously around the small group, Tyrande resisted the urge to let them know her displeasure physically as Fandral stormed towards her, obviously angry at the damage done to his sycophants. Given a target for her anger Tyrande didn't even let him open his mouth before she spat out her warning.
"Fandral Staghelm, you and your minions have now overstepped your bounds twice today. First with your storming of a private meeting, which you were not invited to and now you have attempted an attack on honoured guests of the Night elves. You will leave here now and you will hope that I cannot prove that it was your people that were spying on this meeting before you arrived, otherwise I will remind you of the power structure in Darnassus. And it will be a lesson you will not enjoy!"
For the first time in a long time she saw Fandral back down from an argument, albeit grudgingly and with no hint of remorse for the actions of him or his druids had undertaken. With a wave of his hand roots burst from the floor to pick up the wounded druids, the damage left by the roots tearing themselves in the wooden flooring after he had left an obvious if somewhat immature gesture of defiance and anger. Watching the druids leave in a much more subdued fashion than their bold entrance, Tyrande let out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding in, Fandral had grown bold indeed if he felt he could get away with such indignities without consequence.
Turning round Tyrande realised there was still a problem to deal with as Harry had not shifted from his defensive stance, looking at her with a new level of respect and apprehension. Now she just had to calm down and salvage the situation so that she could find out more about the humans mysterious powers. After the stressful confrontation she had just gone through on his behalf, giving her information to mull over was the least he could do. Luckily for Tyrande and the other night elves that formed the conclave, Nash'ala seemed to have realised that she was safe for the time being as she moved forwards to lightly grasp Harry on the shoulder with one hand, hissing softly the entire time. The human... mage she supposed was the closest term she could apply to his skillset, lowered his blade so it was now resting at his side as Nash'ala continued to speak to him.
Now that Tyrande was able to pay full attention to Harry rather than the intrusive druids she realised that the blade he now wielding had definitely not been on his person when he had entered the room. In addition, the runes that covered the main part of the blade firmly grabbed her attention. Runic weapons were amongst the rarest on Azeroth, the methods of inscribing such magical foci onto weapons having been lost long ago during the Sundering. The Burning legion and their followers were the only prolific rune users left, though there was the odd case here and there of a hero or adventurer finding a runic blade amongst the various ruins throughout Azeroth. And that wasn't to mention the dragons, whose elder members certainly knew the intricacies that would be involved in the forging of such magics. So whilst such a weapon did not bode well for the humans affiliations, it was not the damning evidence that some of the younger more... rash races amongst the horde and alliance factions might jump upon as proof of evil doing.
Kelanas' voice broke Tyrande from her thoughts as the young priest broke the silence that had pervaded the room. "Many thanks for helping to evict the intruders Lady Tyrande and please accept our humblest apologies Nash'ala for the distasteful attitudes of some of our brethren. I think I speak for the whole council in that we would understand if you needed a recess to compose yourself and confide with the Magi." Nash'ala paused in her hissing to Harry before shaking her head. "I-I think I can continue, just let me finish explaining to Harry what just happened as best I can, he knows even less of Night Elf politics than I do." Harry chose this moment to wave his arm and the golems that he had summoned sank slowly into the floor, no sign of their presence a few moments later on the wooden floor, in stark contrast to Staghelm's actions.
He hissed something, a long waxing hiss that sent the faintest of shivers down Tyrande's spine at the audible irritation in the sound, and Nash'ala looked puzzled before turning back to Kelanas. "Harry wanted to know who that was and what position he holds in your society. He assumes that he is the one responsible for the growth of the tree we are stood in as he says the same corruption is with him, but he does not wish to dwell on that at the moment. Once he knows who is in charge he will tell them about himself and why he is here." Tyrande got the feeling that Nash'ala had at best shortened what the man had actually said, if not changed the tone of the questions entirely. But there was no way for Tyrande to prove it as Kelanas gave a brief and mostly unbiased (for one of Tyrande's apprentices anyways) introduction into the intricacies of Night elf government and Staghelm's position as Arch-druid of the druid sect, describing the other sects in passing to give as full an outline as possible. Nash'ala translated this all and the two had a hushed conversation for a couple of minutes before she slithered forward again.
"Harry has decided with my advice to explain his presence and problem to you, in the hopes that you will be able to help him locate a group that will best be able to help him. To explain this properly, the first thing the honoured council should know is that Harry Potter is not from Azeroth, but instead from a planet called Earth which has been overrun by the burning legion..." One of the council members actually spat out his drink at this revelation, though Tyrande had suspected something of the sort given the how, when and where he appeared, there certainly had been no Alliance information about an Earth mage of such powers.
Besides, it had been known for millenia that there were other planets that had been magically active life worlds; otherwise the burning legion would not have been able to survive in such numbers. Looking around Tyrande knew that Jaylene would need little convincing on this point given her emissary work with the Draenei, but hopefully the human had some way of proving his word quickly and easily, otherwise this meeting was going to take a long time indeed...
Persona: Coria Lightblade.
It had taken some time for the patrols to calm down to their usual frequencies once more; obviously thinking that she had managed to escape Darkshore or something similar. Coria had used the opportunity of the relaxing guards to infiltrate Auberdine once more and investigate. It quickly became clear that there had been no official Night Elf involvement in the disappearance of her kin, though if there had been any official record of such actions it would most likely only be kept written inside Darnassus itself.
That place was somewhere Coria would not step even now so she had admitted defeat in the matter. With this dead end having yielded no results, she had chosen to return towards Ashenvale once more rather than using her hearthstone to return to Silvermoon City. One more search of the blood elves camp and the surrounding area would at least let her honestly report to the Regent that she had searched thoroughly for her erstwhile brethren. Standing from her bedroll, which she had set up under an overlook above the small night elf encampment that was referred to as the 'grove of the ancients', Coria suddenly stiffened as magic suffused the air in front of her. Drawing her blade defensively in one hand whilst the other grasped her hearthstone, Coria took in the half a dozen figures that had appeared in front of her, rapidly changing her mind about fighting them as she looked down the arrow shaft of Champion Evensong once more.
The human mage she had tried to save in Auberdine was stood in the middle of the rather hostile group, looking a little disorientated as he recovered from whatever spell he had used to transport them to Coria's location. He seemed to collect himself after a moment as the other three night elves, two more sentinels and a priestess from their garb and equipment, spread out to check the area. The human then proceeded to surprise her when he looked in her direction, smiled almost apologetically in her direction before noticing Evensong's raised bow and frowning. He stepped forward and grabbed the bow with a firm hand, making his comment clear with a hiss that Nash'ala quickly translated. "Champion Evensong, the blood elf is not to be threatened unless she attacks us." Evensong scowled as Coria dragged her eyes away from the arrow that had been pointed in her direction to instead look at Nash'ala with a confused look.
"Not that I am not grateful not to be shot at again by Evensong, but would one of you explain how did you get here? And why are you now working with the night elves after having been their prisoners Nash'ala?" Nash'ala gestured at Harry before shrugging slightly. "The how is something Harry hasn't fully explained and the why... well that will take some time to explain so first I think we should introduce ourselves, though you seem to already know some of our names." Coria weighed up her options even as the other night elves returned. She could activate her hearthstone and hope that none of them noticed until it teleported her away, but it would require her to stay still for at least 10 seconds and the chances of none of the night elves noting the characteristic blue glow in her hand as she did so were next to nothing. As if reading her mind Jaelyne gestured with her bow again towards the hand holding the hearthstone. "Drop the hearthstone blood elf, we aren't going to do anything to you, I promise."
The last part sounded forced, but considering the hostility that the blood elves had gotten from the other alliance races during and after the Legions invasion of Azeroth the night elf champion was being positively civil with her demand. Coria sighed at being held at weapon point for the second time that week when a thought occurred to her. If they weren't here to take her back to Darnassus and instead talk with her, then talking was what she should do. "I would prefer to keep it Evensong, whilst you have promised not to harm me, after our last meeting I really will feel better having it to hand."
To her surprise Evensong chuckled for a moment before replying. "Well you were spying in Night Elf territory, that and you tried to stab me Blood Elf." "The name is Coria Lightblade and after the human sensed me I was hardly going to give up peacefully given the night elf record with prisoners like Illyaden." All four night elves stiffened at this and the forced smile vanished from Evensongs face, making Coria wonder if she had overstepped what little ground the night elves had been prepared to give her. Luckily there was a cough from the man in question, before he hissed something to Nash'ala, who replied with a short hiss of her own before turning to them.
"Harry would prefer being able to get on with matters peacefully rather than have you two bickering in a language he cannot understand. He thanks you for your help with your council Champion Evensong and invites you to contact him if you need something in future." Evensong seemed unsure of how to respond to the rather nice if blunt dismissal but eventually she bowed and bid the odd pair farewell. The two sentinels were quick to join her in grasping the moon glaive that had been on the ground in the middle of the group, something Coria only noticed now that things had calmed down somewhat.
With a word from Harry in a language that Coria didn't understand the trio were gone in a small whoosh of air, leaving her, the strange human Mage and his Naga companion and the night elf priestess standing in the clearing in silence. Coria was just glad that the priestess looked even more ill at ease than she no doubt did. Looking closer it was the priestess was young, with the garments of a priestess adept as opposed to a journeyman or master healer. The priestess was a good four or five inches taller that Coria, dark purple skin contrasting with the light green hair that was tied up in a long braid down her back. From the odd glimpse that Coria could catch of the priestesses eyes, which was harder than she would have thought it would be considering the determination the night elf had with meeting her eyes, she would guess they were a dark brown with the odd golden fleck inter spacing them.
Nash'ala spoke up in obvious attempt to break the awkward silence, drawing Coria from her musings to pay attention. "Coria? That was your name right? This is Kelanas Windflower, who is here with us on behalf of Lady Tyrande. We have no intent to hurt or otherwise injure you; we just wish to talk with you." Coria couldn't help the sarcasm that snuck through into her reply, whilst the human's magic had sated her hunger for magic well enough for the first two days, on the third day the thirst had returned, hungry for more of the same magic to satisfy her appetite. She had siphoned some magic from other sources she had found in the area but the magic had been unappetising to her, leaving her with an irritating feeling that would just not go away. "Well don't be offended if I am a little sceptical about all this, you still haven't explained what the hell you want with me and why the hell a Naga is travelling with a human and a night elf of all people."
Nash'ala nodded in what Coria assumed was understanding before speaking up once more. "It takes a while for it to be explained, but the main thing you must understand is that Harry is not Alliance or like any other human you will have encountered. Now, what do you know about the Burning Legion..."
Timeskip:
Half an hour later Coria was sat around the newly made campfire in the little encampment, looking wide eyed at the human who had been meditating for most of that time as Nash'ala did her best to explain things. "So there is another planet out there that has fallen to the Legion like Outland? Only this planet has predominantly humans rather than Draenei? What are Harry's plans and how does this involve me?" She noticed the man in question open his eyes and look in her direction when he said his name; obviously he was at least beginning to associate the word in common with his name. Nash'ala seemed stumped by these questions and spoke to Harry for the first time in the explanation, something that showed the two had spoken at length about it before now.
The two hissed away for a couple of minutes before Nash'ala turned back to Coria, the night elf girl also leaning forward slightly from where she had been sat off to one side, the answer to the question obviously of interest to her as well. "In his discussions with Lady Tyrande, she mentioned the divisions between the Alliance and Horde groups here and whilst she wished for Harry to form an alliance with the night elves and therefore with the Alliance, there are certain...elements within the night elf government that have caused Harry to become concerned how his people would be treated in such an arrangement. Tyrande mentioned that there is a human city off the coast of Kalimdor that has maintained friendly relations with several races in both groups and Harry was hoping to set up something similar with your assistance Ms Lightblade."
The idea of a second Theramore whose government would be friendly to the blood elves as well as other races which the blood elves had wished for diplomatic contact with, filled with mages as powerful as the one sat in front of her, had Coria on the verge of salivating with eagerness. But she wouldn't just jump on a chance when she had her own missions to complete, especially just out of the goodness of her heart. "Well, you are certainly proposing an interesting concept Nash'ala, but I am a busy woman with things that the Regent has assigned me that i cannot simply drop. What is in it for me to join on to this gigantic undertaking?" Nash'ala didn't even bat an eye as she translated what had been said to Harry, the young Naga obviously experienced with this type of discussion in the cut throat politics her race so enjoyed.
Whilst the human was thinking, Nash'ala seemed to take the initiative and replied herself. "I am sure you have something in mind for your price Coria otherwise you would not have been so blunt. What is it you want, gold? You would not risk losing the chance of a new ally over such a thing. We have already offered your race an alliance with Harry's forces so it cannot be that you desire. So what is it?" Gone was the timid prisoner that had been shown when the pair had been captive, the faith that Harry had obviously placed in her had given her confidence that changed her into an entirely different person. Deciding to get to the crux of the matter as the irritating need built up inside her once more, Coria pointed across at Harry whose face morphed into bemused surprise even as she made her demand clear. "You want to know what I want? I want him..."
A/N: Hehehe, I think we will leave it there for this chapter. Some drama, intrigue and character development all wrapped up with a bit more understanding of what Harry's still forming goals are leading. I have had people asking for Harry to just join the alliance or at least the night elves, but I wanted to avoid the rose tinted view that seems to pervade fanfiction about night elves and show some of the darker sides to the proud and ancient race. Staghelm will hopefully turn out to be like Danzo from Naruto in this story, strong belief in the superiority of the night elves, staunch traditionalist and xenophobe and has the support of a good portion of the night elf populace in Malfurion's absence. Though Tyrande shows her true character in a kick ass manner I hope you all appreciate!
I hope you all enjoy this, feel free to review and let me know what you think :)