Sitara had left the Draenei at an early age. 'Thanks for the training, it was nice. But I have bigger birds to kill, and some really small stones for ammo.' They'd looked at her like she'd grown two heads.

But they wouldn't understand. Contrary to popular belief, Sitara's mother had loved her father very much. She hadn't been raped. And now, Sitara was left with only one parent alive, and he had no idea she existed.

But I'll find him. And I hope he'll love me. Sitara paused, looking around the path across Borean Tundra. If I can find him, that is. Koltira… I'm sure someone will know that name.

The thin twelve year old bravely continued forward, even when it started to lightly rain. Soon though, she had to stop. The rain was pouring down. Quickly speeding up until she was lightly racing across the paths, Sitara ran straight into Unu'pe as if a demon was on her tail. Flying into the inn, the innkeeper took one look at her before silently motioning towards one of the rooms. Before she headed in the direction he'd motioned, he handed her a plate of Mead Blasted Caribou, and a cup of Honeymint Tea. Quietly thanking him, she entered the bedroom.

II

Sitara stood, looking down on the Wailing Ziggurat. Thassarian, a death knight, had apparently led a group called "Unit S" to the Wailing Ziggurat in order to capture it. Tryande Whisperwind had hinted that Thassarian may help her contact her father.

"Wonder is she's telling the truth." Sitara sighed aloud.

Looking down at the strange zombies, Sitara shrugged, and race in between them. Smiling as the idiot zombies didn't even notice her, Sitara suddenly let out a shout as she ran into a fleeing cultist. "…..?"

Glaring after him, she took the stairs two at a time. Inside was a grey hair human dressed in very 'death knight-ish' armor. A skeleton stood beside him, and a lich was being held by a strange purple spell. As she walked by the skeleton, someone grabbed her leather pants. Looking down at the human grabbing her, begging to be spared, Sitara felt a twitch of surprise. She hadn't noticed him. She kicked him in the stomach, and finished the last few feet towards the human

"I'm very busy, little girl."

Rolling her eyes, Sitara summoned a Stoneclaw Totem. The lich attacked it furiously, only to be stunned.

Thassarian looked at her in slight surprise.

"Do you know a Koltira?"

"Yes." He answered automatically. Then, he glared at her and added, "Why do you want to know?"

"My reasons are my own. Just trust me when I say that neither you nor your friend shall be harmed by my hand."

They stared each other down.

"Tell me all you know about Koltira."

"First, you help me."

"What could a little girl do for a big, scary death knight?" She fired back.

Thassarian glared. He felt the strongest urge to smack the girl's arrogance right out of her.

"I was on what was to be a suicide mission to take this ziggurat." He started, only to stop at the totem vanished. Before the lich could attack any of them, she summoned another, motioning for him to continue. "I've accomplished my duty as a soldier, now is the time to get some answers. This lich has knowledge I seek, yet I cannot inflict pain to his physical body to obtain that knowledge. The lich stored his soul in a phylactery, and while it remains hidden, I won't be able to pry the information from him.

"Return to the camp and take my horse, Dusk, she will lead you to the phylactery. Bring it to me."

"Fine." Turning, Sitara stalked out, kicking the priest again, just to see him flinch.

III

Thassarian was more then amused when she arrived soaked, irritated, and obviously freezing. "Took you long enough."

"I hate your horse." She informed him.

He ignored this. "Now that we have the phylactery, I shouldn't have any problems getting the information I need. It won't take long for the Scourge in the Temple City to notice something's up, however.

"I won't be able to fend off a full scale attack here. Or maybe I would... but I'd rather not find out.

"I want you to head down there and inflict some casualties. Hopefully they'll be distracted long enough for these two to spill their guts... figuratively, of course. Take Lurid with you, he might be of aid."

She looked at her wet body, then back at Thassarian. "I take it back. I love Dusk, you, however, I'd like to throttle to death."

"Good to know." He answered dismissively.

IV

Sitara stalked up to one of the abominations guarding the temple city. He ran at her, and she pointedly slaughtered him (or was it a her?) with one simple spell. She walked in, collecting many of the scourge on her. Then, she dropped a few totems, and watched as the scourge dropped like flies.

"Stupid Thassarian." She muttered, throttling a human cultist. "Stupid Death Knight. Gets me soaking and then tells me to go kill for him!"

Dropping the dead cultist, she wandered over to another ghoul and slaughtered it mercilessly. She looked at the skeleton behind her for a moment. Lurid looked back, and she made a childish face at him. "Weirdo." She muttered.

Summoning a few totems, she sat on the ground, watching as random scourge ran over to attack her, only to be killed by the totems. "18, 19, and…..20." Sitara stood. "If that isn't enough, he can go…" Her sentence was drowned out by the cry of a carrion bird.

X

Sitara stared Thassarian down. He didn't notice. "The lich has spoken, girl. The high priests of En'kilah hold the secret to entering Naxxanar. Go to the Spire of Blood, the Spire of Pain and the Spire of Decay and slay each of the priests, return once you've obtained the three scrolls."

"Bastard." She said it loud enough for him to hear. He ignored her. Why can't I get through to him? Sitara wondered, her eyebrow twitching with irritation.

X

Thassarian looked amused when she came back, three scrolls in her left hand. She threw them at him, and pouted elegantly. "You could have told me to get those while I was killing those scourge for you."

"I couldn't have. I didn't know about them back then."

She gave him a disbelieving look.

"Now that we know the words of power to enter Naxxanar we can put an end to the cultist blight. Go to En'kilah and look for the teleportation orb beneath the floating citadel.

"Work your way up and meet me at the top. Arm yourself with what courage you can, we might not make it out of this alive."

"Fine." She said icily.

He calmly walked past her, and mounted Dusk. She watched him ride away for a brief moment. He's still a bastard. She thought to herself, dropping to the ground and shuddering as her body transformed. She slowly sat up, looking at her spirit wolf body. With a yawn, she ran straight for the temple city.

The abominations were much to slow to catch her, Sitara noticed. The ghouls were faster, but extremely clumsy, and so she barely shot the group of scourge chasing her a second glance. "Ah." She said aloud, though it came out as a bark. Rushing up towards a glowing light, she launched herself into it.

The feeling of vanishing was extremely peculiar. She reappeared in Naxxanar, and looked around for a moment, trying to find the right light. Shrugging, she ran around the place, avoiding the elites and killing the regular skeletons. Light! She thought joyfully, running into it.

She reappeared, surrounded by the scourge that she'd left behind during her first light jump. Uh-oh… Turning, she ran back into the light again, hissing as claws scraped her back. Sitara looked around for a moment, then headed towards a different light.

She appeared on the top of Naxxanar.

"Woot!" She exclaimed, after shimmering out of wolf form. She ran over to Thassarian, and looked at him for a long moment. "Let's do this, Thassarian. It's now or never." She said firmly, Gripping Zin Kal with her left hand.

They watched as Prince Valanar and the Image of the Lich King spoke for a brief moment. Suddenly, Sitara was surprised to see Leryssa and some old guy that she knew the name of, just couldn't remember.

"Leryssa!" Thassarian shouted, running up to the group. Bristling, she followed. "What have you done to my sister, you motherless elf scum?"

…Is he really an elf, or was that an insult with no real meaning? She thought in amusement.

The two scourge looked over. "this is a surprise, Thassarian. I hadn't heard from Mograine or the other death knights for months. You've come to rejoin the Scourge, I take it?"

"I'd sooner slit my own throat." He answered angrily. "will pay for what you did to your own men, Arthas... for what you did to me! I swear it."

Ooh, snap! She thought, hiding a grin.

"Allow me to take care of the intruders, lord. I will feed their entrails to the maggots" The San'layn said.

"Do not fail me, San'layn. Return to Icecrown with this fool's head or do not bother to return."

"Yes, my lord!"

Thassarian roared and brandished his swords, attacking the San'layn. Sitara quickly dropped a Strength of the Earth totem, Healing Stream totem and Windfury totem. Smirking, she raised her empty hand and quickly healed Thassarian, then cast a quick earth shock.

The San'layn looked confused. He was being killed, and was barely doing any damage. Angrily, he tossed Thassarian away, and flew at Leryssa. Sitara blinked in shock, and launched herself at the bloodsucker. Even as Zin Kal met his skull, and a sickening crack filled the air, Leryssa dropped to the ground.

The San'layn dropped beside her.

"Leryssa…" Thassarian whispered.

Sitara ignored him. Bending down, she touched Leryssa's chest. There was a faint heartbeat. Thank the Earthmother. She thought with a sigh, sitting up and filling her hands with magic. She placed them on the girl, sighing again as the magic rushed out of her, like spiders crawling under her skin and vanishing. Leryssa gasped as her injuries were healed.

Quietly, Sitara stepped back as Leryssa and Thassarian spoke to each other in quiet tones. She went over to the old man, and healed the trauma inside of his head. Sitting down, her back to everyone, she jumped when a cold hand was placed on her shoulder.

"You helped me. You saved my sister." Thassarian stared at her for a long moment. "I'll help you find Koltira."