-All names, if found on the real game, are pure coincidence. I hold no right to World of Warcraft(TM) or Blizzard Entertainment Co. for that matter.-

(Rated M for Language and Later Chapters)

The Red Spider Lily

Lycoris Radiata (Red Spider Lily): These flowers grow along the paths of those who are never to meet again...

Chapter Two: The Hunter

Faint Light shone into a room, clothes scattered on the floor around a black wolf that kept kicking its legs and growling as it dreamed. Next to the growling pet was a red bed adorned with gold and pillows of blue and purple.

Naturally the owner of the wolf laid there looking onto the ceiling of the room as the light shone at his bed side. His arm was over his forehead as he remembered the dream he had just the night before.

"Fuck..." He chuckled sadly, "Even after this long you still haunt me Lycoris."

He was young male Blood elf; shirtless showing out his many scars all over his torso and arms, and only a pair of dark pants kept him warm during the night for the red bed sheets were incredibly thin, yet the most striking thing about him was how he had a necklace on, something you would rarely see on a male. It was a very thin and long silver chain around his neck holding onto a little orb; the same one from his dream.

The elf turned his head towards the source of light which was a large balcony looking outside his room. He got up from his bed and walked towards the balcony as he ran his hand through his brown locks and looked out.

Silvermoon City.

Home of the Elves of the Easter Kingdom for over thousands of years, settled in the Everson Woods and survivor of the scourge that rampaged through the said land... Once guardian of the Sunwell and High Elven now it serves its resident Blood Elves as they help their new alliance to the Horde.

The City was being lit by the sun rising, its large spires and trees that grew within somewhat covered the rays, but our young male still cringed at the sudden shower of now bright sunlight on his eyes. He covered his eyes with his hand as he yawned and heard as the city was waking up as well.

"This is going to be another boring day..." He said and walked back into his room picking up a shirt from a nearby chair as he went..

"Master Arnak! Master Arnak, may I come in?" A voice was heard from behind the door of the room, he turned to it and sighed out and quickly put on the shirt in his hand "Yes you can Reina, come in" As he finished those words the door was opened by rather much younger female elf.

Reina was about four feet tall and had her pale blonde hair in a ponytail that was quite short. She had big green eyes that gave her an even younger face than one would expect. She may have been of about 15, but with her features of a rounded face and those eyes she would look to be no more than 10. Her garments were ones of a commoner or those that maid would wear, still they had a elegant feel to them.

"Should you not be training Reina?" Arnak smirked as the little female bowed at him from the door. "I did not pay your schooling for you to miss it."

She looked at him and laughed softly, "Today I have no Mage School, Master. Thank you for worrying though. But, Your father asks for your presence at the table and would like for you to be ready to head out soon." Reina said and quickly saw his wolf begin to wake up. "Would you like me to feed Fear today Master?"

Arnak looked behind him and shook his head, "It's alright Reina, I can do that, you may leave now." She bowed and closed the door behind her.

"Great, what does he want now, Fear?" The wolf sat up as he saw his owner walked past him and to a small closet by the wall next to the entrance of the balcony. "Better not be some meeting about Alterac again I'm never going back to damned place."

Arnak took out an armor set made from chain-mail, it was a dark metal, almost black with 'runes' of green adorning it. Simply said it was armor given to Hunters who worked for the Horde on battling the Alliance...(1)

Arnak was one of those Hunters as you would guess. He trained with his adoptive father for years after the attack on his home to the point that he had become a force to be reckon with when it came to battles and wars. Most of the fortune he now lives with was given to him for he's deeds on helping the Orcs rid their land from unwanted Night Elves and Humans.

He began to slip on this armor and fit it in the right places. Arnak strapped the shoulder pieces onto his arms making sure they would stay and not fall off as he walked. By the time he was done it felt like he had spent years putting the heavy gear on, it would feel like carrying a Kodo beast on his back. Sometimes he thought it was the price to pay for working for the Horde, other times he wished he knew why he did it anyway... He grabbed the helm that laid on the bed and tucked it under his left arm as with that hand he picked up a bow and a quiver from a chair next to the door. He was ready to walk out his wolf behind him when-

-Flap.. Flap-

Arnak turned around and saw a large brown bird standing still on his balcony flapping its large wings. The wolf barked and ran towards it as it shifted into a large brown bull.

"Shifter? how many times do I have to tell you about flying in here, the guards will shoot you down one day!"

"Ha-ha! Those Elves could never shoot a butterfly down even if it was in their face!" The bull laughed with the most booming voice ever. The elf joined in as he shook his head and walked towards the large bull. "You Taurens will never learn!"

'Shifter' huffed out as he placed his large hand on the smaller males shoulder as said male placed his hand on the Tauren's in a form of greeting.

"Good to see you alive at least" the booming voice said again. "Heard you returned from Warsong Gulch just a few days ago when I was leaving the city for Ogrimmar... Just got back today and decided to say Hello,"

Arnak took his hand off the taller males shoulder and readjusted the helm that was slipping from his arm. "But seems you are ready to leave again, where to this time? I swear you never have a break." Shifter asked as he looked at the gear he had on.

"Don't even ask, you know who asked me to get ready to head out and meet him down in the table." The elf groaned at the question and rubbed his temple with his free hand. "I hope it's just a meeting. Like you said, I never get breaks...!" Shifter chuckled and nodded.

"I see, better not keep you here. I will find you later then! After all I still have to report to the Reagent Lord about our raid on Tempest Keep." The Tauren said as he stepped back from the elf and in a blink of an eye morphed back into the bird that he was just a few moments earlier.

Arnak looked on as he saw his friend off flying over the roofs and spires of the city. "Lucky Druid..." He whispered as he patted the wolf in the head. Suddenly knocks returned to the door- "Master Arnak? Master Lucian is getting impatient!"

"Ah, yes I'll be right down, Reina!" The male answered quickly being thrown off his thoughts. "Come Fear, Lucian is waiting." He gently said as he began to walk towards the door and out, with his pet right behind.

Arnak's home- well, manor, was one of many in the city. Yet located not far from the palace it was one of the few that were owned by the wealthiest families and warriors of the elven. Lucian Firestrike, former Ranger teacher of the High Elf, was one of those warriors. His wealth rose after the Scourge attack on their homeland and when Arnak Firestrike, his adoptive child, turned to fighting the Alliance.

The manor was large enough to contain five rooms, those of the Masters, two for any visitors and the final for the maids and cook of it. With the two floors it contained, the manor was roughly the size of what a regular Inn would be in any other place.

Arnak walked down the hall of the second floor, still holding onto his helm and his bow and quiver over his left arm. Fear, as the wolf was named, still trailing behind his owner sniffing the concrete white walls and decorative cloths hanging on them surrounding paintings and enchanted lanterns that lit the place. Their steps were muffled by the deep red carpet that the entire manor had.

As the Hunter and wolf neared a staircase, a pair of voices were easily heard.

"Lucian, you know how great this is!"

"Yes, my old friend but-"

"But what? The boy is old enough and you're not getting any young! How old are you now, 257?"

Arnak stopped half way down the stairs as that comment caught his attention making his ears twitch.

"How is a young elf of 21 old enough for what you propose?" Lucian's voice asked with a hint of annoyance. "He is my son yes, but Arnak decides on his own. That boy rarely listens to a word I say to him!"

Said elf nodded to himself, 'True... Not once have I listened to him outside of his teachings.' Arnak then walked down the rest of the way coming into the view of Lucian and another male sitting around the large dining table.

"Son, we were just talking about you," Lucian was old now, age catches up with one so quickly Arnak was sure only a mere two years ago he had black hair, now turning gray. "I see Reina told you to get ready as well," He laughed. "But not for what you thought!"

"Were you heading out for a battle?" The other male asked, he was older than Lucian for sure, his face told it away. He was slightly on the heavy side too, rare among Blood Elves and the red robes adorned with gold he wore did not help that issue and only added to it. The males hair was white either naturally or from his old age, hard to tell.

"This is Fenrean Sunbright, he is an old friend back when I trained under my former teacher." 'Fenrean' nodded as he leaned back on the chair he was in.

"Good to finally meet the infamous Arnak Firestrike,"

"Infamous?" Arnak question raising a brow at him, "I wouldn't go as far as calling me that."

Fenrean just laughed as he patted Lucian's back, "Your father here has talked about you when I am over, this is when you are gone of course, you know what I mean." Arnak nodded as he pulled a chair from the table and sat down, Fear had already walked down next to him and was now laying down a few feet away.

"Now that you are here, I suppose Lucian won't mind me telling you what we were discussing?" He asked his friend, his hand still patting him. The other male sighed as he shook his head, "Fenrean I don't-"

"Good! You see my boy, I have a daughter your age and-"

"No."

Silence fell in the room quite quickly. Lucian closed his eyes as he felt Fenrean's hand leave his shoulder and his eyes widened at the quick answer. "N-no?" Said elf asked, "But you don't know my beloved Lilia, she is a jewel in this city!" He boomed. "She has long blonde hair, and the most gorgeous blue eyes, only you can find that in Priests uncorrupted by the Fel and Lilia is one of the best."

Arnak just laughed, "Why would I want another girl? For talking about me a lot, father did not tell you about-"

"Arnak don't." Lucian said in a stern voice, "I am sorry Fenrean, but I did try to tell you this boy is not interested in marriage."

"-Ever heard of the Lightsong?" Lucian quickly turned his head to Arnak, he had anger in his eyes still his son did not flinch or even bother turn his way.

"...Lightsong? You mean as in A'rathomer and Mystearia Lightsong?" Fenrean asked shocked still of the answer that he was given not long ago, the young male just nodded as he kept his sight on him. "What of them, they died ten years ago along with half of our race, they are nothing but bones under the earth now." He said with a pompous voice.

Arnak closed his eyes and smirked, "They have a daughter too, she is perhaps even more beautiful than your common Priest-"

"ARNAK ENOUGH!" Lucian stood up from his chair making it fall behind him as he slammed his hands on the table.

"Common Priest? You despicable Hunter! Last I remember, I was there after the Lightsong villa was attacked and I heard that little brat drowned!" Fenrean yelled as he himself stood up and pointed a finger at Arnak, who now had his arms crossed and eyes open still held that smirk in his face. This caused the visiting elf to be sent into more rage as he put his pointing arm down to his side and turned to Lucian who still had his hands on the table looking at his son.

"Forgive me Lucian... But my offer is till up, perhaps when he learns to respect others I will bring Lilia and show him to not compare those living to a dead soul." Fenrean said as he turned around and walked out the room, his voice was heard when he said goodbye to the other maid who had opened the door to him.

It was quiet until only Lucian's sigh was heard, "What is your problem with talking about them?" He asked softly, "Why can't you understand the truth and get on with your life like the rest of us have?"

Arnak just kept his pose but his face was now expressionless.

"Lycoris haunts you more than those you killed for the Horde, Arnak... Let her go. I have met Lilia; she is a wonderful young elf." He kept on talking. "At first I was against his deal of marriage, but seeing this as much as it angers me you acting like that, I believe Lilia will help you forget your past." Lucian walked around the table and placed his hand on Arnak's shoulder.

"Think about your actions, son. Think about all these years you've lived with the burden of that night. You will see how much you have missed." And with that he walked away, leaven the young male alone in the table. When only the sound of another door closing, Arnak took his face in his hands and leaned back on the chair, a soft sob filled the room...

"Ah! Master Arnak you are still here?" A soft voice called out to the Hunter with his head resting in his arms as he had fallen asleep on the table.

Reina looked at him concerned as she shook his shoulder, "Master Arnak? It's the afternoon now, your father left for the training grounds and your friend, Shifter, he came by asking for you." The male just opened his eyes slowly as he looked around the room, the chair that had fallen was still laying there, and the room was now lit by bright sun that peered through the windows that was now over the city.

"How long did I sleep?" He asked as he got up from the chair, holding his head.

Reina helped him as she answered, "I- I'm not sure I was in the market getting supplies for dinner tonight," Arnak thanked her as he picked up the helm that still rested on the table and walked away, "Would you like anything special for tonight?" She called as she saw Fear waking up as well and following his master.

"I won't be back tonight." Arnak answered as he walked out the front door.

Reina sighed as she looked at the chair that was still on the floor and picked it up.

Silvermoon City was not as lively as it once was, many Elven were killed by the scourge and others had left to a place called Outlands following Kael'thas Sunstrider, their Prince. Many others left for the Orc City of Ogrimmar to show their allegiance to the Horde after the Alliance had left them to their luck.

Still, there was quite a number of people walking around it's streets. Elven, and the other races alike, A female Tauren had made this place her home and taught traveling Druids if they ever needed her help and sometimes she would even teach the younger children of the city how to grow flowers and gave them to them as gifts.

Another new resident of the city that often caught attention was an Undead 'manager' of a famous if not the only musical group of Azeroth. They often came to Silvermoon to spend their days before leaving again to shows in the Darkmoon Faire or Outlands' Capital City of Shattraht.

Arnak walked down along the streets of the city, as he ate a small batch of Lynx Steak bites he had bought a few minutes earlier from a young boy on the street. He took one of the bites and tossed it to his wolf to his side then took one for himself.

This came to be his routine whenever he was off the duty of fighting Alliance, wake up, eat some kind of food and walk around the entire city. Arnak rarely spoke to anyone aside from those he bought things from, perhaps it was from said duty of leaving at random that he could barely keep any sort of friendship up.

As the Hunter and his wolf came up to Farstrider's Square, he noticed a large Tauren talking to a Ranger female by the target practice.

"Shifter!" He called, causing said Tauren to turn to him and grin as he bowed to the female ranger and quickly ran to his elf friend. They quickly walked out the Square and came onto the large fountain in front of the palace where they sat down on one of the benches.

"I went by your home a while ago, I ran into Reina on my way back here." Shifter said as he took his seat on the small bench to the left of the elf.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I feel asleep!" Arnak laughed as he offered some Lynx bites and the Tauren took one.

"Why? Was the meeting with Lucian that boring?" Arnak's laugh stopped and shook his head as he stared down onto the stone paved road. "I rather not talk about it, though I did not get much sleep last night... What about your meeting? How was Tempest Keep?" He looked up one more to the bull.

Shifter popped the bite onto his large mouth and answered, "Well it didn't go as planned, we were ambushed before we go inside. Kael'thas has eyes all over the Netherstorm!" His booming voice growled at the memory.

"That bitch got us good, we managed to run back to the Goblin settlement not far from there before she killed anyone."

Arnak looked at him confused, "Who ambushed you?" Shifter just looked at him and said, "Deathsinger."

The elf just kept his eyes fixed on the Tauren, confused, making the other one laugh at him and give him a hard pat on the back, making him almost fall out of the bench. "Wow, Arnak...! You look like an idiot like that!" Shifter shook his head as his laughter died down but a smile still placed on his face.

"Well, who is Deathsinger?" Arnak questioned with a fake glare but with a big grin, a Tauren's laughter was surely contagious to him.

"Deathsinger is one of Kael'thas' minions, she is a menace!" The Druid began. "Never in your life will you see a witch take on a large group like ours was." Arnak listened as he fed the last bites to Fear.

"The Warlocks you fight compare nothing to her," Shifter laughed once more. "She summoned a large group of demons onto us and that was our end!"

"Demons? Warlocks in higher levels can still just summon one! And from what I have seen barely keep an Infernal of Doomguard up to help." Arnak added with a hint of shock.

It was true, Warlocks were those who dwelled in the dark magic, many of the Magi and some Shamans from the horde turned to it and suddenly became what are known as Warlocks. Some were fond of use the demon know as Imp or Succubus and Felhunter. The Infernal and Doomguard that Arnak mentioned were beyond the control of a Warlock that only for a short time did they manage to make them do their bidding.

"Like I said, she is a bitch at heart, no wonder there are rumors that Kael'thas wants her as his 'Queen'" Shifter mentioned as he crossed his large arms over his chest. "Some of the Scryers who met her say she is the most beautiful creature alive but has the heart made of pure ice of Icecrown up in from Northrend... I can't say if she truly is, her face was covered by the hood of her cloths. But the heart part I will not doubt."

They sat there talking about their day for a while as Arnak played with his wolf by throwing a small stick he found next to the fountain. Slowly the number of people around them began to get gradually smaller and smaller until it was night out and the light from the moon reflected onto the white stone roads and the lanterns around the city lit up.

"It's getting late, I have to get back to the Inn before they close the doors for the night. Are you leaving too?" Shifter said as he stood up from the bench and began to walk a bit as he looked down at Arnak who shook his head.

"No, I still have some stuff to do. See you tomorrow, Shifter."

The Tauren then waved as he walked down the path that lead into the Murder Row Inn. Arnak just sat there alone, only looking at two guards who chatted as they made their round, a large Arcane Guardian behind them.

"-They got some great wine in that place," One guard said as they walked past him. "Really?" The other asked. "Yes!-"

As the guards and guardian walked away, Arnak sighed out as he scratched his pet's ear and looked up to the starry sky. "I should go to Warsong Gulch again to clear my head..." he began as Fear slowly got on the bench and sat next to the Hunter. "Maybe stop by the Arathi Basin too, don't you think?" he asked and the wolf just wagged his tail.

Fear then stopped abruptly, the wolf's ears perked as he growled and looked at the palace behind them.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me, you found a cat." Arnak chuckled as he sat up straight to turn around and looked behind them-

-BOOM!-

"What the-!" He shot up from the bench and looked on to see smoke coming from the palace entrance, the guards that stood once unmoving guarding ran in followed by screams and more explosions.

Arnak quickly ran up the stairs that lead up to the horror as he saw a young female with her tiny Arcane Guardian screaming for her life head towards him.

"Run, run! Demons are attacking the city, run!" She exclaimed at Arnak and went right past him and into the city.

"Demons?" He questioned as he looked back up to the palace and sure enough, demons began to pour out followed by plate armored Elven. "Shit!" He literally jumped off the last steps of the stairs and began to run towards the city, his wolf running behind him, still growling.

Back in the palace, the guards who ran in to fight the attackers were laying on the floor dead. A male elf wearing plate kicked one of the guards' hands out of the way as he looked in front of him and asked, "Where do we go now my lady?"

A female figure stood her back towards him wearing dark red cloths, her shoulder were adorned with large spikes that had skulls impaled onto them, as her hood had a chain halo around it. (2)

"The Naaru is said to stay inside the Blood Knights retreat. Find it and take it back to him." She responded coldly as she looked around the room watching as some of the demons gnawed on the corpses.

"Yes my lady! What about you?" The elf asked once more.

"Hm... Since I'm here, I will have some fun, now go." He nodded and ran outside as she turned her gaze out onto the city and slowly walked out, walking over the dead guards.

Footnotes (yay o_O)

(1): Basically I went onto using the hunter PvP set of: Gladiator's Pursuit from Burning Crusade.

(2): Same as before this is the warlock PvP set of: Merciless Gladiator's Dreadweave from Burning Crusade.

I decided to make the story take place during the Burning Crusade mostly because it was my favorite expansion of the game since I got to play it (LOL) And mostly due that I might even consider onto making a sequel take place during Wrath of the Lich King or Cataclysm if this story turns out great :D

Sorry I took long onto uploading this but it's hard to make time onto writing something that looks good when you're going up and down all day from school to work and so on XD.

And also.

Yes I know you could not fly in Azeroth during Burning Crusade either fly in Silvermoon City as of the current expansion but honestly who doesn't want to? O_O