Disclaimer: Warcraft is not mine. I did make a new account on Feathermoon if anyone is on there though. It's a troll rogue, Ruekka. May come in handy later…

A/N: Here we are again. I am having so much fun writing this! Everyone sends me such nice reviews!

So here's some replies:

To Starwolf Magic who gave me such a flattering review. Sqwee! I'm sorry Kat had to get amnesia. She had to though, it's the rules. And I would be honored to have someone make a fan fiction of my fan fiction. It would be so amusing to read especially when you hear then ending. So much potential. But.. Ah. I was thinking of making a sequel but to overdo it when I cannot turn back wouldn't be right. I will be working on another story for Warcraft though. You can make your sequel.

Yes the catfight was fun to write, Kyn. I love playing Var'Jun and Kat together because they mold so interestingly. I know, I always do that with my words. Might be partial dyslexia or something. Stop updating before I can finish the chapter! .:pout:.

Stop bragging Geomancer or I won't let you do that anymore! And yes, the only chapter so far with no cliffy (I believe)…

I didn't think it was mean Youkai I found it as good critique. I gave you a big long answer too! You'll see what happened to Weary Traveler. Poor Toni and Alfor, they got sacrificed for that damn wolf….

Thank you for noticing that Old Guy! I was hoping someone would catch it. I believe in exactly that and I love to put it into my writing. Yawna seems like the exact person to go and say that too, huh? .:hug special thanks:. Wow, you have done your homework on this!'

And thanks to Yeth, and Oreo. Super guys.

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Confession

The next morning was awoken to a fresh day. Breakfast was silent, the group wary of their new addition who had once been the original.

Kat sat as far away from Var'Jun as she could, eyeing him angrily once in a while and sticking close to Gwyn for the lack of any other Alliance member within the neutral group.

When Gwyn could stand the silence no more she turned to peaceful Yawna, the huntress absently petting Weary Traveler and coaxing Mekora to calm down while entertaining Milla. The huntress's hands caused small water droplets to shift around, floating in the air and making brilliant patterns. The undead rogue had hardly been able to function since he had seen the Demon Wolf. He could not sleep, but when he did rest it was tousled and troubled.

"Yawna?"

The tauren nodded and flicked her wrist, the water droplets dissolving back into the ground much to Milla's dismay. Gwyn blinked, not startled but more amazed, and looked up at the kindly hunter's face.

"What is your plan?"

"My plan?" Yawna looked startled for a moment before she relaxed slightly.

"No one's accusing you of anything," Var'Jun put in with a slight chuckle. He was running a whetting stone down his impossible broad sword, polishing it's violence. "You've been jumpy. Being around undead making you condemned?" The troll giggled as Mekora shot him a rather ugly look.

"Jokin' brothah." Var'Jun put in as he laced his words with heavy accent. "Been with the uptight troll's too long, mon." Milla laughed softly, coming up behind the troll prince to yank on his ears and pull his braid.

"Uptight my ears." Gwyn spit back before turning to Yawna again. The tauren was smiling fondly as she watched the young troll.

"Right," Yawna closed her eyes for a moment before picking up a stick near the fire. She began to outline a few boxes with her jaws closed tight.

"A long time ago I had thought that the Banshee Queen would aid us in stopping the Holocaust and Thralk. He, after all, must have originated from her and gotten his soldiers from her armies. But the more I thought about it the more I began to figure out why Sylvanis had not already stopped him is because she cares not for what he's doing. As long as Thralk continues to terrorize both sides then Sylvanis has no problems. The Horde had never been close to the undead, as you know, and the feeling is a likewise one."

"So there's no help there?" Var'Jun yawned widely.

"Nope." Yawna crossed out one of the boxes, "None of the other Horde members would be that willing to lead an attack against the Holocaust quite yet because, first of all, to my knowledge we are the only ones who know that it is actually Thralk that is burning down the towns. And to have our word stand for it would be rather useless. No Horde or Alliance faction would be willing to lead war on the Holocaust soldiers."

"How so?"

"If the Alliance attacked it would look like a deliberate and organized force against the Horde and would be met right back. If the Horde attacked it would be seen as betraying their allies and then we would be met with a similar problem."

"Confirmed." Gwyn sighed and leaned back. Milla was behind her studying her long elf's ears and watching as the wispy eyebrows of the druidess moved as she did. Gwyn ignored most of this with the patience of a saint.

"And besides, who's going to listen to us anyhow. If you haven't noticed, we're a little crazy." Var'Jun pointed at each of his companions in turn, "Sure, Milla's cute but no one's going to believe her if she tells them Thralk's controlling some big, fiery wolf… thingy. And you, Yawna, have never gotten your hands dirty with a days worth of blood. They'll think you're trying to undermine them. Besides, since one of your horns is shorter it looks like you're always cocking your head quizzically."

Var'Jun smiled as Gwyn shot an icy look his way.

"You are haughty and a night elf. That's really all you need but on top of that you have some pretty big ears." Var'Jun ignored Gwyn's protest of the size of his ears.

"Then we have the wimpy undead rogue who has some self-conscience problems." Mekora sniffed with what could have been mistaken as annoyance but was rather was amusement, "And the human priestess who doesn't even know who she is. Trustable bunch, eh?"

"Shut up!" Kat roared suddenly launching to her feet and facing down Var'Jun. He hadn't expected it any more than anyone else had and his eyes were wide with shock. "You don't know me!"

With that the human stomped off, her hands balled into tight fists and her feet stomping on the wet ground.

"What was that?"

"You offended her." Gwyn replied while pulling Milla onto her lap and tying her hair back into a ponytail with a piece of vine she had been working, "She thinks she knows exactly who she is, a priestess of the human refugees and quite the reserved young woman. But then again she can't remember before she entered that village. Her childhood, parents, siblings, young loves, her entire life has been lost to her. To be told by you, a troll, in the tone of voice that suggests you know who she is unbearable for her."

"That's how the woman mind works, eh?" Var'Jun shook his head with confusion, "If you wrote a book on that Gwyn you'd be rich."

"Humorous, as usual," Gwyn narrowed her eyes at the troll before giving Yawna a sidelong, knowing look and remarking casually, "Taking this pretty well, aren't you Var'Jun?"

"You've been talking about me behind my back?" Var'Jun was half accusing and half confirming.

"We are just worried," Yawna sighed and looked at the ground, nerves making her powers go slightly haywire as bits of liquid rose from the ground and swirled so much they made Mekora dizzy. Milla had stopped toying with Gwyn's long hair to watch.

"Worried?"

"Well, you too were very… close, for lack of a better word at the moment- Milla stop that it hurts- and we weren't sure how you're going to take this." Gwyn gave the troll warrior an awkward pet on the shoulder as if she were unused to comforting anyone, "Maybe I should be the one to go fetch her."

Kat was surveying the trees and sun as if trying to find some landmark or direction. She started off through the trees looking far too certain as if trying to persuade herself that it was the correct way (though it was the exact opposite)

"No," Var'Jun stretched out his lanky legs before standing stiffly and shouldering his sheath with it's massive sword nestled inside. He let his breath out as if this was to be some long and tedious task.

"I'll do it. She's going to have to get used to me anyways if we're going to travel together. Somewhat tolerance is better than nothing." With that the troll turned his back on the tauren, troll, elf, and undead. As he stalked off Mekora whispered in his grating voice,

"He is… in denial?"

"Most likely," Yawna smiled fondly at the undead before summoning more small, watery figures from the dirt. Though it alarmed her that she could do this with much less effort than before she didn't make any sign to it and continued to fascinate Milla with them.

Var'Jun tailed behind the priestess for quite a while longer than he should have. To have the priestess so close to him, her scent lingering on the leaves she brushed by as if the branches were trying not to lose the sensation of her closeness. The troll breathed in the scent for a final time of silence before leaping into the low branch of a tree and scampering overhead.

Kat was muttering to herself when the troll, who has scaled the branches above and had gotten slightly ahead of her, hoisted himself upside down and thrust his head right in front of hers. The human's mutterings quickly turned to screams and she attempted to smack the troll.

"Not nice," Var'Jun dodged the blow easily and leaped down from the tree nimbly so that he was standing directly in front of the human. He was easily taller than her so that when he looked down he only saw the top of her head. This was, of course, just in time to dodge another blow which caused him to hop backwards.

"Stop blasting away in that cursed language." Var'Jun suddenly realized he had been speaking in orchish, something he had been talking a lot in the past two years.

"My apologies." Back into common.

"Shut up."

"You used to be a lot friendlier you know."

Kat spun on the troll as if stung. She raised her hand as if to take another swing but paused suddenly. Her face, pulled into an icy façade, now melted quite clearly. Tears beaded at the corners of her eyes.

"What?" Var'Jun moved a tad closer only to be swatted away again.

"Stop that!" Kat hissed, "Stop talking to me like you knew me. Stop looking at me with that glaze on your eyes or watching me while I'm asleep or spying on me when you think I'm not looking. It's not fair, I tell you."

"Listen-"

"No you," The priestess toyed with the idea of the troll's opinion only for a second before continuing, "You listen to me. I want to know all you know about me! All of it! Don't leave anything out."

Var'Jun paused as if expecting some great lightning bolt to erupt from the sky. He blinked once or twice before shrugging and throwing back another question.

"Why?"

"I thought I knew who I might be," Kat replied level-headedly once more, "I was a healer, a leader, and the main priestess of the refugee camp. But I always wondered why I couldn't even remember my life. You keep saying you know something, what do you know?"

"Alright," Var'Jun bit his tongue in concentration, " For one thing you're a spectacular healer"- here the troll put a hand on his waist- "And you used to live in a village near Stormwind. I think at least… Both your parents, I'm afraid, are dead."

Kat gave a nod as if she expected this.

"You had some sort of an arranged marriage with a fellow called Malchior. Staunch paladin type, a bit of a show off with a rather nasty, hidden side and a knack for being racist, but he turned out to be a rather good bloke. In the end.. That is… unfortunately he died defending you."

"You traveled with us for a long time. See, Yawna's got some kind of prophecy that is hanging over her head. The nice undead who set your village on fire, Thralk, is corrupting all of Azeroth and Yawna's supposed to stop him. Gwyn's helping us because Thralk has her mother captive, she's a druid and wants the earth balanced, and I think she holds some kind of responsibility towards it. She's the oracle who keeps on telling us the prophecy piece by piece though it was originally Yawna's mentor who started it."

"Mekora… well I don't really know his story. Yawna met him back in the Holocaust camp when she was captured there and he has been following us since."

"You were helping because Thralk had not only killed your parents, friends, and family but had burnt down your home as well. When we found you, Yawna and I, you were all alone and in a pretty pathetic state. Besides, when Yawna tells us something we usually listen. She's got a way of making things sound so simple."

"We got caught in a big fire Thralk had set up about two years ago. We were all split up and somehow there you seemed to have lost your memory of all this stuff. Strange, eh?"

"You didn't tell me your reason."

"Eh."

"You didn't tell me your reason for wanting to come along." Kat's eyes rang with suspicion, "Why would you help?"

"I am the troll prince of the Darkspear tribe. When I take a mate I will be king. If I do not help save my people and risk my neck than how can I expect them to risk theirs? On top of that I owe Yawna my life, she saved me from a band of raiders. I'll be damned if I don't repay her."

"You're damned already."

"That's a matter of opinion."

Kat fell silent, drinking in the information given to her and looking everywhere but the troll. It seemed as if she had looked at every tree in sight and maybe every blade of grass before she looked back at the hopeful troll. He thought, by some slight miracle of chance, that Kat's memory had been suddenly jarred and she would come back to him.

"Why did you hug me back in the village?" she demanded suddenly, hooding her eyes and staring at him as if expecting to hear a lie. "What was our connection when I had all my memories?"

Var'Jun paused for a moment. Regret seeped into his eyes and his entire body seemed to be trying to throw off what he was about to say. But the troll's brain was working in overtime and he instead smiled rather sadly.

"Nothing really," he responded in a cool, calm voice, "I was rather an annoying pest to you and you were someone to bother for me."

"Then why did you hug me."

"I was trying to cut your purse but you didn't have any money on you."

"I'm not surprised."

"Will you come with us still?" It was a simple question though a torrent of emotions were ripping away Var'Jun's heart, "You can go to Stormwind if you like… but I think we'd all like it if you came along."

The priestess looked curious for a moment before replying, "I am not who I thought I am. But if anything I want to be her again. I will come and maybe someday be able to be the Katherine you knew. I want my life to return."

"Good." and without another word Var'Jun launched himself back up into the tree and began to hurtle off through the branches. "And to let you know, you were heading towards the opposite shore the whole time." The call came from over the troll's shoulder. Kat seethed.

"Are you sue we want to do that?" Var'Jun picked a bit of meat from his teeth while he reasoned with Yawna, "I'm all for trying to fight Thralk, but going after him with refugee armies? That's insane? They won't even be trained."

"Then we will train them." Gwyn responded resolutely, "If Yawna says it will work I'm all for it."

Var'Jun sighed with resignation. "I will tell you one race that you can count on. The trolls are at your service."

"Thank you. I know how much that means to you and your people. My gratitude is yours." Yawna smiled warmly at the troll.

"Think nothing of it." Var'Jun growled as if this was not a large feat. To persuade his people to follow him against Thralk was going to be a huge task.

"For some strange reason this reminds me," Gwyn interrupted, "Did you tell Kat who she was? For some reason she asked me before she went to bed if Malchior had ever kissed her."

Var'Jun paled swiftly and gave a nervous laugh before shrugging.

"I told her some."

"Some is a lot where I come from." Mekora put in softly.

"Shut up you," Var'Jun sniffed and turned back to Yawna. Milla yanked hard on his ear before he could speak, however.

"Shut up is a bad word." the young troll reminded him resolutely.

"Sorry then," Var'Jun ruffled the troll's hair fondly before continuing, "I told her a bit of it but she didn't demand much. She wanted to know about her parents and why she wasn't with them. Plus she was wondering why we were banded together and why she had been following us along with all our motives."

"Did you tell her about your passion for each other?" Gwyn put bluntly. Var'Jun panicked and looked over to where Kat was sleeping soundly by the fire. When he was sure she had not heard a word of the sentence he snarled softly at the elf.

"No I didn't."

"Or how you kissed?" Yawna snuck in slyly. Var'Jun threw her a particularly dirty look before going on with what he had been saying before Yawna's comment. Mekora was giggling almost madly.

"No I did not. And do you want to know why?" The group nodded, " It's because I want her to be safe. Remember what Thralk said. He'd use her to get to me or vice versa. I don't want her hurt, the less she has to do with me the better."

"Are you sure you want to do that Var'Jun. You love he so much- Stop protesting it's true- and I'm not sure that's what the old Kat would have wanted."

"Well it's my decision now." Var'Jun replied heavily, "And I can do what I like with it. I don't want Thralk to kill her… or worse." Var'Jun grunted darkly before stalking to the opposite side of the fire from Kat and laying down without another word.

"I suppose we're taking first watch then." Gwyn remarked as she settled against a tree and moved the sleeping Milla closer to the fire, "The night is long."

The next morning was crisp and clear. Var'Jun smiled wearily as Yawna, Gwyn, and Kat arose. He threw aside the game he had been playing with Mekora, something consisting of pebbles, leaves, and one large ambercorn.

"You win." the troll stretched and sheathed his sword. "A pretty boring watch. The most we ran into was some strange rustling… thing running around camp for a half an hour. It disappeared when I threw a rock into the woods after it."

"As long as I still have all my limbs." Gwyn replied as she held up her hands as if to count her fingers.

"I only have six of my fingers." Yawna replied, studying her three fingered hands playfully, "I thought you said nothing happened."

"Shush." Var'Jun growled good naturedly.

"Well, where to first?" Gwyn had finished cloaking the existence of their campfire, "We need supplies… badly. And the only close place I can think of it Stormwind. Maybe if Kat and I went in and you waited outside a bit."

"Could work unless you girls take too long to buy your dresses." Var'Jun dodged a swat from Kat who seemed as annoyed with the troll as ever. He stuck his tongue out at her and moved back a pace to hide behind Yawna.

"We won't." Gwyn sighed and transferred out her small pack. Is was a meager amount of money that she carried before but what she had recently been stealing from Thralk had come in handy.

"We'll have quite enough. Hopefully they won't recognize us from the refugee camp. They saw us with you, after all." Gwyn grabbed Kat's arm swiftly and began to pull her along.

An hour later the sun found the trolls, tauren, and the undead underneath a copse of trees near the Stormwind path. Days like these were not often found, the warm air curling through the branches with a light breeze. Var'Jun had a floating, pleasant feeling and he was remarking airily of his race and the people he ruled over with a bit of nostalgia.

Something flew out from the trees and hit the troll square between the eyes. He blinked and looked down at the small pebble that had landed in his lap.

"You now what that looks like?" He picked up the rock to study it, "That looks like the little pebble that I threw at the rustling thing in camp."

"How right you are." A snarling voice hissed from the trees. Out of the bushes strode a small imp that was clutching a ball of flames in it's hand. Behind it came a tall undead and behind that another. Soon the small copse was teeming with undead. And not just any undead, all were warlocks.

A void walker seized Var'Jun from behind while another pulled Yawna's wrists together. A cackling succubus wrenched Mekora clear of the ground before he had time to speak.

"Can't the demon woman grab me?" Var'Jun requested in a high and whiny voice.

"Shut up." a warlock in front growled.

"Not a nice word." Milla sniffed softly as she squirmed in the grasp of an impudent little imp.

"Hm… 4/6ths worth." Thralk surveyed the group as he stepped into the light, "Does this mean I won?"

Heh heh, there we go! A cliffhanger for the one that I did not put in last time. More surprises in store too. Sorry it took me that long, even. Just got the Harry Potter book and I had to finish it!