Author's notes: I hate writing riddles.

It had been a few hours. Still, when they stepped out, all there was to be said was "I missed you, fresh air."

Li-Ming stepped forward. "We're near the Battleground, but…"

"But what?" Nova replied.

"Everything here is dead as soon as they touch that purple stuff."

On the ground, 30 feet ahead, was a large, purple stain on the ground. Dead animals and civilians surrounded it, all with at least one foot on it.

"How are we supposed to talk to the Raven Lord, when something like that is surrounding it?" Kael'thas said annoyedly.

There was a pause, before they all said at once, "The car again."

Cursed Hollow was different. It's wooden gates were rotting, it's shrubbery more wilted than usual, and it's cores had become black shrapnel.

Nova cleared her throat. "Raven Lord! Sir, we gotta talk! Your damn lands are in danger!"

Nothing but thunder in the distance.

"All this way for nothing." Li-Ming whispered.

"Greetings, Heroes." A voice boomed from above, making them jump.

"Can you maybe not?!" Nova yelled back to him.

"I apologize. But you clearly came here for a reason. And I would like to know the reason."

"We would like to know why you aren't responding, why you're letting Heroes die, and why you just let this happen." Li-Ming told him brashly.

They could hear him exhale a sigh. "Heroes," He began. "Let me explain it to you this way. Imagine if you would, that you are the leader of a country. You get word from the next country over that a war of some kind has broken out there. Would you rather not tell your civilians as you don't want a large-scale downfall of society, or tell them and watch as the nation crumbles?"

"Coming from an actual leader here," Kael'thas said. "I would prefer the former, as i'm sure the rest of my team would agree."

Sylvanas elbowed him. "Don't suck up to the ass who started this." She growled at him. They threw glares at each other.

"Now, Heroes, I do not need any more deaths. Please stop immediately." The Raven Lord thundered from above.

"Okay, sir, we just need to ask one more question." Nova said.

"And what would that be?" He asked the woman.

"If the Lost Minions have a leader, where are they?"

"Ah, yes. I shall give you it in the form of a riddle."

The group groaned.

"Brightwing only likes riddles if they're happy riddles." Brightwing muttered.

"Orange hair as deep as the sunset itself, only at that time will they show themself. Words spoken with an icy chill, one of their grievances is the kill. As your heart grinds to a stop, off your head will pop. First time you met one of the first things they did was cry, and at their hands one of you will die. Now leave Heroes, I must go back into hiding before they find me. After all, what is a land without it's lord?"

A moment passed before Jaina spoke.

"Raven Lord? Are you still there?"

Nothing.

Nova looked to the group. Li-Ming and Jaina were racking their intelligent brains, trying to figure out who it was. Sylvanas and Kael'thas were still glaring at one another. Brightwing just flew, occasionally doing a not-very-happy-looking backflip.

"Alright, you chumps, let's head on home." Nova called to her friends.

Nova was driving again, as she was the only one who knew how to. She glanced to the backseat like what she had done before. Kael'thas had fallen asleep on Sylvanas' shoulder, as before, however Sylvanas did not have fake displeasure as before. She looked odd, weary, almost, something that should not have been happening to an undead. Brightwing was in the backseat, playing with a toy car she had found. Jaina and Li-Ming were discussing who it could be still, and were writing all their theories on a piece of paper.

Nova sighed. It would've been real helpful if he had told them who or where they were without all the damn riddles. She didn't know where to look. But then it hit her.

Orange hair.

First thing they did was cry.

"Guys? I think I know who it is."

Consort: A point goes to you, fine sir! Kael will indeed meet a sticky end, but not that chapter or way. Also, the point system got me thinking. The first person to get 5 points gets to have their own original character in the story.

Lucario: Ooooh! Upgrades! I like the idea! Maybe have one of the more intelligent characters add some sort of technology. It is a very slow, old car, hence why it took so long to get 50 miles.

Oh god, that would be torture for all of them, especially Diablo! The tail would be constantly whipping people in the face.

Also, why all the hate for Tyrande? She's not my favorite character, but I have a chapter planned which would depend on her and Malfurion's connection for nature.

SkullyPirate: WHY DO YOU PEOPLE HATE TYRANDE SO MUCH?!