Bam! New chapter! Thank you so much to everyone who's reviewed so far, it means so much (and it's giving me hope for this story). Lot of talking in this chapter, but this pretty much focuses on Sasha's reaction to her situation and getting herself OUT of it, so that's also why she's suddenly acting like a different person. I mean, really. Who acts like their everyday selves when tossed into a fantasy world? I know I don't! :P

Chapter/song title and lyrics belong to Blondie. Why song lyrics? Because I can.

World of Warcraft and Zuni belong to Blizzard.

Sasha and plot belong to me.

Chapter Two: One Way Or Another

'One way or another I'm gonna see ya

'I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha

'One day, maybe next week

'I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha.'

Sasha had opened her eyes groggily after being shook awake. She expected to be swaddled in her blankets like a baby, being gently but impatiently roused by her mother. She expected to hear the every day aggravation of the woman threatening to make her take the bus to school, or worse, walk. A normal morning.

She did not expect to open her eyes to a troll shaking the brain cells out of her. Even as her eyes immediately recognized the racial traits, the tusks, the sharp features, the hair, her mind couldn't quite process the reality of the situation.

Wow, she thought, unable to stop herself from letting out a small gasp. Most vivid dream. Ever. I really hope I remember this when I wake up. Her excitement didn't last long. The red haired troll noticed she was awake and grabbed her by both arms, lifting her forcefully to her feet. Sasha protested and whined loudly but her words fell on deaf ears.

"What are ya doin' here, human?" His voice was deep and commanding and under normal circumstances anyone would have immediately answered. Sasha, however, did not. She was too busy staring at his face like a dumb schmuck.

What's wrong with my brain? Why did I make trolls so fugly IRL? she frowned and looked about. They were like overgrown blue monkeys. She sighed, disappointed with her own imagination. Whenever she played the game she loved hearing the troll NPC's with their jamaican accents. Somewhere along the way her image of trolls shifted to match the voices, like if the entire cast of Cool Runnings suddenly developed blue skin, and tusks. However, while she wasn't woefully wrong in that assumption- they did have two arms, two legs and a face- there were still enough differences to make Sasha cringe. Their noses and chins were so big, their limbs so long and their skin so… not normal.

"Answer him," a second troll barked. Sasha jumped at his tone. Several of the Darkspear behind her stepped closer threateningly, but her interrogator gave a quick motion to them and they begrudgingly backed down.

Okaaaaay, I'd really like to wake up now, she thought with a pathetic whimper. The big troll frowned as she remained silent. Behind him, a troll with white hair and sandy colored armor unsheathed a vicious looking axe. Sasha felt a wave of cold fear crawl down her back. "This is stupid. Stupidest dream ever! I want to wake up now, I mean seriously I've clearly been hitting the mmorpgs too hard if I'm dreaming of trolls-"

"Dis is no dream, human," the leader said. Sasha fought the urge to roll her eyes. That was what all the dream figments said. Next she'd be flying over Paris or partying it up with Johnny Depp and that guy who played Thor, then later they would tell her that Heath Ledger's death was just a big hoax.

"Like Joaquin Phoenix or Amanda Bynes, but y'know… actually a hoax," she mumbled to herself, staring off into space. The leader of the trolls raised a quizzical brow before shaking his head with a sigh. He turned to his two advisors, the three of them whispering quietly. The leader eventually nodded and suddenly the warrior from earlier leapt at the girl, striking her soundly in the gut. Sasha gasped, the wind knocked out of her. It didn't feel like a dream anymore.

"Wha-" she tried to speak- to catch her breath- but this time the warrior grabbed her by the hair, almost lifting her off her feet. "Oh my god… Oh my god! Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Sasha cried hysterically. She reached up behind her, clutching her roots in vain to try and loosen the angry creature's grip.

"Now dat I finally have ya attention, I'll ask ya again," the troll leaned closer to her, his fiery eyes narrowing. "What are ya doin' here, human?"

"I don't know!" Sasha sobbed. "I went to sleep in my room- in the real world- and then I woke up here!"

"Don't believe her!"

"She's lyin'!"

Her eyes widened as she searched for the owners of the scornful voices. It was then she realized just how surrounded by this angry mob she was. What. The. HELL?! What's going on? Am I asleep? Am I crazy? Is this a prank?! What the fuck?!

"Look! I don't know whats going on or what the hell kinda shit I took before I went to bed last night but it was clearly some crazy grade A bath salts cuz I have NO fucking idea how I got here and you all-" her voice trembled, losing it's aggressive edge. "-Look very VERY real."

"So you don't remember how ya got here here?" the warrior snarled. She nodded vigorously and hoped they would believe her. The leader frowned but said nothing. "Likely story!" The crowd seemed to agree.

Sasha's eyes widened. "It's true! I swear!"

"Da real question is how ya got all the way from ya alliance territory to da Echo Isles without ya weapons or armor and no scratch on ya."

Sasha fumed. "Cuz I'm not from Stormwind! I'm not Alliance! I'm from the real world! I'm an American!"

"I told ya!" All eyes turned to stare at a white haired troll woman as she stepped forward triumphantly. "Seti said dat girl not normal! And she aint!-"

"No, no she aint," Sasha agreed.

"-Vol'jin, what ya gonna do about her?"

"Send her home- wait, what? Vol'jin?"

Whiplash was starting to be a problem for Sasha. She gapped at the leader who she belatedly recognized as Vol'jin himself.

He frowned. "I been to many places in the world, but I never heard of 'American'. Maybe she tellin' the truth, maybe not. Either way, she still trespassing on Horde land." Sasha swallowed hard. This wasn't going to end well, was it?

"W-wait!" She cried, scrambling for something- ANYTHING- to save herself. They watched her cautiously. "Aren't you the least bit curious about who dumped me here? I know I am! I mean sure, this time, it was just a defenseless girl. But what about next time?! I just wanna go home and forget this whole thing, but it's you guys who are gonna keep getting these uninvited guests! Don't you wanna find out who's behind this and stop them?"

Vol'jin and his advisors considered her words. With a nod from the Darkspear leader, the warrior released his grip on Sasha's hair.

"Ya keep sayin' the 'real world' what d'ya mean by that?"

"I mean what I mean," Sasha quipped before catching herself. She winced as the fingers on her scalp tightened again. "Uh, well… I'm not really sure how to explain it other than: I'm not from Azeroth." It felt weird saying it. Then again the entire situation was surreal and mind-blowing. She had to fight the urge to look for hidden cameras. Was she being Punk'd?

"Outland?" Vol'jin pressed.

Sasha sighed. "I don't know how to explain it. The very idea of what's happened to me, where I'm from and I imagine even for people here this is a completely foreign concept."

"Try." Wow, real charmer. And trolls were her favorite race? She was so rolling Alliance when she woke up.

"I-um, well." She had a very bad feeling about telling Vol'jin the truth. Even if this was a crazy real dream, some things were just best left unsaid. Telling someone they and their entire world were just pawns in a game for another race's entertainment and the global war that had been going on for God knows how long was only started for a good spicy plot probably wouldn't end well. But what would she tell him?

I suppose I could try to explain it without mentioning WOW… She honestly wasn't too sure about that idea. Like most people she talked about what she liked. She liked Wold of Warcraft and she talked a lot. But if it meant escaping the Darkspear Trolls in one piece, she'd learn to keep her mouth shut.

"Well, to put it plainly: I'm from another planet called Earth, it's not in this solar system or any nearby, at least I don't think it is. Where I'm from, there's only humans and we have no magic which is why I'm so utterly absolutely confused as to why and how I got here."

For once, the crowd was quiet.

"What happened to the other races? Ya kill dem all?"

At least it was for a moment.

Sasha shrugged. "No, it's always just been humans. Well, and animals. But they're not, like… what's the words? Sentient? So they don't count."

Silence again. She shifted nervously, her eyes jumping from face to face. Why were they quiet? Did she say something wrong? Were they going to kill her? If she died would she wake up in her bed? But what if it's real and I really do die? Then I probably shouldn't die… But what if it's just a dream and I'm stuck here until I 'die'? Then they have to kill me! But… ehhh whatever. Sasha stopped the seemingly endless train of thought with a scoff, earning herself a few glares. Either I die and wake up or I don't let them kill me, simple as that! the teenager decidedly ignored the giant flaw in that idea and turned her focus back to Vol'jin.

However, the Darkspear leader was apparently done with her. "Vanira," he called. "See to it dis one is secured in one of da cages. I want her watched day an' night." As said troll stepped forward and grabbed the girl, the crowd erupted in excited chatter. Some of it about her, some already moving on to more interesting things now that the "threat" was taken care of. Above the din, Sasha's ear picked up the voice of the white haired shaman from earlier.

"Dammit Zen, Zuni! Move ya useless hides! Get back to ya bunks before I fillet ya!"

Sasha's eyes widened and she stood rooted to her spot, searching for that face. His face. No way… I watched him die just this morning. Is he really here?

"Why ya gotta be so violent, Seti? And what ya even know about filleting?"

No, that wasn't the voice…

"Don't tempt her, mon! Her best friend's a Forsaken! I bet she knows a ting or two!"

There.

He stood there between his two friends, laughing at Seti's expense and occasionally glancing her direction. He was different than she imagined. But then again, all the trolls were different than she imagined, so she supposed she shouldn't be too disappointed. As Vanira escorted her toward the center of the island realization hit her. If he's still alive and I'm actually here… Will he still die? Did I get here before the naga invasion?

"Is there an empty cage far from those overgrown snakes? I don't want to find her missing an arm jus' cuz she got curious."

Well that answered that.

So he's going to die soon. The thought made her queasy, knowing someone's life would end soon and there was nothing she could do about it. Sasha cast a sheepish glance toward the two massive troll guards as she was shoved inside a wooden cage. She could try to warn them, but who would listen? They would think she was just trying to escape. With a sigh the teenager got comfortable, though not before checking if there was anything nasty on the floor of the cage. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. Okay, I'm bored! With another glance at her captors Sasha pulled out her iPod which had been tucked in her bra.

Now that she was here, she wasn't sure how to recharge it once the battery ran out. Then again she still wasn't entirely convinced this wasn't some elaborate scheme, so maybe it was fine? Either way, music was her greatest comfort and she wasn't willing to risk losing her only remnant on reality on the chance someone noticed she had it. So you fuckers are gonna listen to me sing. Deal with it.

As the night went by she was quiet at first, less than a whisper. She gained enough courage to sing a little louder when her two guards made no complaints though she knew they had heard her. It was a short time later when she had already gotten through several songs when she saw them: Vol'jin and his companions. She kept singing but her eyes followed them across the island as best she could in the dark.

"The dragonfly it ran away. But it came back with a story to say." They seemed to be looking at everything. The raptors, the weapons, the food. "Dirty paws and furry coat. She ran down the forest slope. To the forest of talking trees. They used to sing about the birds and the bees." They inspected everything. Why? Sasha's eyes widened as it clicked. The naga invasion. He was making sure their supplies would last. "The bees had declared a war. The sky wasn't big enough for them all. The birds, they got help from below. From dirty paws and the creatures of snow." She almost jumped when the shadow hunter caught her eye. "And for a while things were cold. They were scared down in their holes." Why was he walking toward her? She wasn't doing anything wrong. Go, shoo Vol'jin! Go away! "The forest that once was green. Was colored black by those killing machines." It didn't matter if she was crazy. It didn't matter she was in a cage. It didn't matter if a small part of her still admired Vol'jin, knowing he was going to lead his people against Garrosh's oppression. "But she and her furry friends. Took down the queen bee and her men." She was going to get out of here and she was going to get home. One way or another she would get home. "And that's how the story goes. The story of the beast with those four dirty paws."

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Vol'jin had heard the noise from the other side of the training area in the center of the island. He, Vanira and Tortunga had been discussing plans of attack against the sea witch and checking their resources when Vanira asked if anyone else heard singing. He had planned on ignoring it, she wasn't a spell-caster so he didn't have to worry about any sort of incantation, but when he glance over toward the cage he was surprised to find the girl staring straight at him. The three finished walking, but instead of going straight back to his hut, Vol'jin made a detour to the human's cage. He could see the girl's eyes widen as he came toward her but she didn't stop singing.

As he stopped in front of the wooden holding cell he took a moment to observe her. She was small, though for her kind she was probably considered average height with a severe lack of feminine curves. Her hair was blonde. Not the same golden yellow as his race, more like the dry grass that grew in the Barrens. It was straight and started off short in the back, at the base of her skull and grew longer as it reached the front until it touched her collar bone. Wide hazel eyes stared up at him with a hint of fear.

"Go to sleep, girl," he ordered. Even if she was a civilian, she was still a potential threat and though he trusted his men he didn't know a single thing about this "American". He wasn't willing to leave until he knew she would behave.

The tail end of her song died abruptly as her mouth snapped shut. She frowned and huffed and crossed her arms looking for all the world like a child about to throw a tantrum. Vol'jin raised a single brow at her but waited. He wouldn't leave until she complied.

"Fine!" She conceded. With great exaggeration she lied down on the ground. "I was done singing anyway!" Vol'jin shook his head and left, satisfied for the moment she would do as she was told and sleep. He sensed Vanira and Tortunga follow close behind, though he could tell neither were too happy with the unexpected guest.

"What are we going to do with her?" Vanira asked.

"We're gonna wait," he replied. "The Sea witch be more important right now. We need to focus all our energy on defeating her and the naga."

"And after?"

"After… We send her back where she came. One way or another."