Now that I've finished LFL I've got more time for this story :D I'm really enjoying it so far and, unlike LFL, I feel like I have a better idea of where the plot is heading (that doesn't mean I like my old story and less, though)

Some of my previous viewers have requested a sequel to LFL...but I figured this was near enough to a sequel, even though it's another story from another character's POV.

Let me tell you how much I love my previous characters, though...I just can't abandon them! XD So, I've brought them around for another go around the merry-go-round of insanity.

*Disclaimer: I don't own races, places, or specific WOW-owned characters/beasts (only the personal story crowd is mine)

(Edited...I hate grammar/spelling mistakes) ^^'

"Al, get up."

I grumbled irritably and swatted at the persistent hand that lay on my shoulder. I'd only just managed to fall asleep. Why was he trying to wake me up already?

"Al, c'mon, I want to show you something!"

By the light of Elune, I swear…

"What?" I didn't budge.

"You've got to get up and come with me to Lor'danel. Something's going on in town. People are whispering about things."

I wrinkled my nose distastefully and rolled over. I'm not the kind of person who likes to delve into politics. So, naturally, I merely waved my hand at him and snuggled into what little warmth the earth had to offer.

"Al!"

Alright, I'll humor him at least.

"What sorts of things?"

There was a long pause. For a moment I'd hoped he left. When he still didn't say anything, though, I actually dared to crack an eye open and turn to look up at the young elfling. The boy was glaring at the ground rather intently. I figured he was mulling over something.

"Nar?"

Silver orbs flickered up to acknowledge me before just as quickly returning to their previous target.

"Not sure. I just happened to pass by and heard some folks muttering about silly, little things."

I let out a huff of frustration and swung myself up into a sitting position. I attempted to swipe the dirt from my already filthy clothes and leaned forward so that my elbows rested on my knees. Golden eyes met silver ones.

"And I ask, 'what sorts of things'?"

A small scowl crossed his face, one that I marveled at because he was so ridiculously adorable when he got upset. I did my best to bring attention to all of the tiny instances that made my heart flutter when he acted, because it usually put him in an even fouler mood; It was quite humorous to see him throw a fit, that of which the likes of neither the Horde nor the Alliance has ever seen. This time was one of few exceptions, though, for I was actually curious to know what he was talking about.

"I said I wasn't sure," he muttered, "But I think the Priestess is in a tiff about something."

I snorted and fell back to lean against the wall of one of the many caves we have long-since called 'home'.

"Dentaria can throw a tiff about whatever she so desires and all of the Alliance would slaughter each other just to please that despicable woman."

Nar offered me his attention at that. His eyes held something nearly unreadable. For such a young Elf, he held more wisdom than any other being I had ever met. Sometimes, I even allowed myself to believe that he was a resurrection of a rather honorable someone from the past.

"My mother once told me that the Priestess was my great aunt…before she died, that is."

I looked at him for no more than a second before sighing and proceeding to stare out at the steady rainfall that could be viewed from the mouth of the cave.

"A lie, I'm sure."

"I don't think so."

I continued to watch the rain.

"My mother never lied to me," he pressed on obstinately, "She said my father was a noble man by the Priestess's side, and that the reason he wasn't with us was because the Lady wouldn't allow it."

I let him believe in his own words, if only for the sake of him to continue to have hope in his heritage. If it were true that he had been born by a worthy servant of the Priestess of the Moon, then he surely would have been granted better treatment than what he had actually received.

"I do not trust her, nor do I offer her my allegiance," I declared somewhat reluctantly.

Nar didn't push it. Like I said, he was unnaturally bright.

"Do you want to know then?"

I looked at him questioningly. He was smiling.

"Know?"

"Why she's in a tiff?"

I couldn't help it. A smirk settled across my features, and I rock up onto my feet and stretched while Nar did the same.

"Oh, very well. Food before fun, though, my vertically-challenged friend."

He bristled.

"I'm not vertically-challenged! This is a natural height for a boy of my age!"

I chortled and took off, bursting out into the downpour and slipped and slid down the mud-covered slope as I started the game of tag that would lead us to our destination. A shout sounded behind me, signaling that the irritated Elf had taken to the chase. Humored by his cooperation, I called over my shoulder just as the bottoms of my boots slapped against the slick surface of one of the large rocks bordering the river.

"Then catch me if you can!"

"Al!"

I laughed and sprung from my place to gracefully land on the next awaiting rock, which sat further in the water, constantly being berated by the swift current. Living as we had for as long as we have has lent us the prowess needed in order to survive out in the wild. It was rare that we ever got into a tough situation that we couldn't get ourselves out of. Well, I say that, but…

"Whoops-"

Not paying any heed of where my next leap would take me, my foot connected rather awkwardly with the smooth edge of another stone. My heart skipped a beat as I felt my whole body begin to plunge downwards.

…Nar's always got my back. A hand quickly slid around my forearm and hauled me forward. I glanced up to see a nearly-petrified, young Night Elf doing his best to glare at me from where he stood on the other end of the same stone. I've got to give him credit. He's faster than I thought. I beamed at him, forcing a glower to fall upon his face.

"You're impossible."

"Looky there, you caught me after all," I cooed whilst patting his unkempt, navy locks.

He grumbled to himself and smacked my hands away after he was certain that I was steadied enough to properly balance.

"I thought you were supposed to be mature."

I clicked my tongue and flicked him between the eyes.

"And I thought you were supposed to be cute."

"I'm not cute," he growled and rubbed at the sore area on his head.

"Could've fooled me," I sing-songed and proceeded to make the final jump to the stable ground several feet away.

Again, my boots struck the pebbly bank with an audible slap. I turned on my heel to glance at my companion. Nar was glaring at me again. I laughed and waved.

"Okay, I'll admit I made a small error. Now, the real game starts."

With that said, I took off. He didn't call out to me this time, so I figured he must be pouring all of his concentration into making that final hop. He was short after all. My insignificant worries for my small friend, however, didn't last very long as I fully felt myself fall into the dizzying joy that arose from being this free. No rules, no expectations, and no stress. That's how wonderful it is to be this unrestricted. We can do whatever we want whenever we want to do it. The only restrictions lie within the limits of Lor'danel, but that hasn't ever once managed to stop me before. Maybe Nar's right. Maybe I'm not mature. One can't really blame me, though. I'm a nobody. I was born a nobody. So, without anyone in the world to tell me that I'm a somebody, I've tried to impress upon myself the fact that I only need myself to be utterly content. I'll live for myself…and for Nar as well.

I slowed my pace as I emerged from the Thistlebear-infested forest and neared the cobble-stone path that led to the first bridge. I had no doubt in my mind that the Sentinels were still on the look-out for a supposed "pie-thief". I snorted humorously at the idea. The poor souls have absolutely no inkling of sense. As I drew closer to the bridge, nonetheless, I squared my shoulders and lifted my head, trying to look as presentable as I could with what little I had to show. The first Sentinel did indeed eye me warily upon first glimpse; however, she allowed me to pass by without the slightest means of halting me. Well, there's one down. Maybe they'll all be this laid-back. Just as I had hoped, they were. I didn't really understand it, but it seemed like there were less people guarding the entryways today. Perhaps this is a result of the 'silly, little things' Nar had mentioned before.

I crossed the large, central bridge completely unnoticed. It was odd, really. There was no one…

"Release me! You don't understand!"

I instinctively dropped into a crouch at the suddenness of the loud shout. After a few moments passed, my sensitive ears began to pick up the nearby mutterings of numerous voices. Curious, but smart enough to remain cautious, I crept the rest of the way across the bridge and over to an abandoned tent. I licked my lips and peered around the side. I can't quite say that I was expecting to see what I did. There, in the center of the village and standing before the large Moonwell, was none other than the Priestess of the Moon herself. I scowled darkly. It appeared that the entirety of the small town had gathered here before her, for no Elf, Human, or any other member of the Alliance was at their regular post. What's going on?

"Oh, but I do. It would seem as if the first punishment wasn't enough to break you in. Do you never learn?"

I followed the devious woman's gaze to see a young male Night Elf being restrained against his will by two large Sentinels, one of which I recognized as being the woman who had talked over the "pie incident" with me. Ah, good times…

"I have made no mistake to learn from!"

He was certainly an interesting fellow. It wasn't every day that someone questioned Dentaria, especially not a Night Elf. The insistent murmuring started up again, rising in volume from subtle wisps of breath to low-toned drones. Realizing that the majority of the people were more entranced with the scene beforehand than they were of their surroundings, I figured it would be in my best interest to get a closer perspective of things. So, I crept forward hesitantly while still managing to keep a steady pace. It would've drawn some amount of attention, I'm sure, if I had suddenly decided to creep into the crowd like a feral, diseased beast.

"Do you not recall the reason why you are in the position that you are currently in?" Her voice was like honey-sweetened venom, pleasantly masked to the public by a veil of sugary lies.

I managed to make my way up to the front, only gaining a few odd looks in the process. It was a major accomplish that I had even achieved getting this close. My lips curled upwards subconsciously. What a wonderful Rogue I'd make.

"I recall your reason, Dentaria, but-"

"Priestess."

The male Elf stiffened, causing the Sentinels to tighten their grip on his shoulders. I watched in a sort of sickened fascination as he swallowed, attempting to control his flickering temper, and then let out a long, unsteady sigh. His golden eyes flashed dangerously as he returned his attention to the woman gazing down at him from her haughty pedestal on the Moonwell above him.

"Priestess," he exaggerated, "I see no wrong in wanting to reunite with a member of my family. Everyone here is allowed this right, so why not me as well?"

In an instant I was captivated. Never before had I seen someone who had shared the same loathing as I did for Dentaria. It was the idea of his familial separation, though, that had earned my utmost consideration, for I too had been rendered an orphan by the despicable being that was now the center of everyone's attention. Unlike Nar, he understood. He got it. This guy knew the wickedness that lingered beneath the Priestess's indifferent smile. He was just like me…

"You know why, foolish Elf! That stunt you pulled with that traitorous wench and the Troll hasn't been forgotten so easily."

The Elf snarled at this, a savage sound only belonging to a being capable of shifting forms. A Druid…

"Don't speak so lowly of my friends…bitch."

If my eyes could've opened any wider I'm sure they would've popped right out of their sockets. No one, and I mean no one, back-talked the Priestess of the Moon, much less called her by such a horrid name. Dentaria, on the other hand, seemed ironically pleased by the abrupt turn of events. She waved one of her delicate hands and, almost immediately, a third Sentinel joined the other two in lifting the male Elf from the ground and hauling him back through the crowd. People parted all-too willingly to let them pass, for the disgusted expressions that shone on their faces were ones born of the stupidity that arose from the blind loyalty they devoted to Dentaria Silverglade.

The Druid was tossing and turning, snapping his jaws and clawing at the gloved hands that imprisoned his every limb. Yet, I still remained awe-struck by his ferocity, the fierce, unyielding pride with which he held himself. That was no normal Night Elf. My heart and soul had acknowledged the fact upon first glance, and, before I even noticed, I had begun moving. I darted forward like the reckless girl I was and barreled straight into the nearest Sentinel. The woman let out a startled squawk as I tackled her, striking the backs of her knees and causing her to stagger to the ground. Wild, golden eyes flashed down at me. I glanced up to meet them. Then all hell broke loose. Village guards and even townsfolk surged into an uproar at my bold act of defiance and made to restrain me as well. It's a good thing I had been raised by the harshness of the wild, though, for their soft upbringing proved to be their downfall as I darted out of the enraged reach of numerous hands and slammed right into the second Sentinel. Once she had lost her grip on the male Elf it appeared that he was more than capable of breaking free. He let out an earsplitting roar that made me, as well as those around him, flinch back in alarm.

Then warm fingers wrapped around my own. I looked at him. He looked at me.

"Come."

It was all the encouragement I needed to get my legs working again. Adrenaline pumped from my madly-thumping heart and coursed all throughout my body as I let him lead me away. Just who is this guy? I knew better than to trust strangers. Nar and I treated that rule as a code necessary for survival. Still…there was something about this crazy Druid that I couldn't quite explain. Maybe it was because he was the first person I had ever seen stand up to Dentaria like that. Maybe it was because he was in a similar situation as myself. Perhaps…or perhaps it was something more…

"Here, climb on."

It was then that I realized just where he had taken me. The Hippogryph troughs. I threw him a bewildered look that he pointedly ignored. Instead, he ran a hand through tousled, lavender hair and snatched for the reigns of the nearest beast. I continued to eye him uncertainly as he breathed consoling murmurings to the large, feathered creature and hefted himself up into the saddle. Again, he offered me his hand. However, the rational part of mind finally seemed to have caught up with reality. I shook my head.

"There's no way I'm-"

"Got you!"

I jolted in shock as a heavy hand grabbed hold of my left arm. It would seem that one of the burlier members of the male population had finally managed to take action. I yelped and instinctively felt myself reaching out for the nearest source of aid: his hand. My mind reeled at the complexity of it all. The Druid jerked me up, successfully pulling me out of the other Elf's grasp and swung me into the saddle behind him.

"Hold on."

The Hippogryph reared as he cracked the reigns, and I did as I was told. My fingers clung to the loose fabric of his white, linen shirt as we rose higher into the air. A strong gust of air ruffled my lengthy locks and stung the soft skin of my cheeks.

"This is madness," I shouted over the loud flapping of the wind in my ears.

Elune be cursed…he laughed.

I had no idea who he was. I had no idea why I was with him. I had no idea where we were going…

…and I had left my vertically-challenged companion behind to bury myself deeper into a thick mass of impending misfortune. Another short laugh managed to beat against my aching eardrums as the stranger tilted his head back to beam at me over his shoulder.

"Thanks for the rescue…" His voice trailed off inquiringly.

"Allacaya." I figured I might as well tell him since I had already gotten this far.

"A good name, that!"

I waited. Then I grumbled to myself before addressing him again.

"And you?"

"Eh? Oh, you can call me Caldur."