Hey guys, sorry it's been so long. Here's another chapter for you guys. Could you guys let me know if I should continue? It's been a while since I've actually written these stories and I have a couple queued up. But, if you guys think I should, I would be happy to re-write these stories in a more realistic fashion that also is a bit better written. Anyway, leave a comment and I'll read them. Enjoy~

With this amulet the number of possibilities exploded in front of me! After training more with Cry and Sinewa, it was decided that the Argent Crusade could use another fighter. I had been sent by Sin to this place for my first experience in doing some training with people I did not know. When I had arrived, I did the usual and turned back to my regular form. Walking about with my Horde Tabard and my white flight winter apparel, I began to search for where I was supposed to be going. To my dismay, the only thing I found was awkward glances and gawkers.

"Throm-Ka Noel."

Turning around in surprise, I saw Warchief Thrall and Garrosh Hellscream heading in my direction. I bowed respectfully to them both and waved.

"It's good to see you here. Help is sorely needed in IceCrown, but where is Sinewa?"

"Sin, is back at Wyrmrest Temple. She wanted me to try training with people whom I couldn't easily guess their next move. Sinewa also said that if I did well I could begin fighting the weaker scourge."

"I see, knowing your unique capabilities, I know you will excel."

"Thank you for your confidence," I said hoping that I could live up to that expectation.

Thrall was about to say something when someone interrupted him, "Warchief Thrall."

The three of us looked to see a tall man adorned in heavy blue and gold armor. His pauldrens looked to have the head of a lion on one while there was an eagle on the other. My eyes met his and I felt an odd tension surrounding us.

"King Wrynn," Thrall said, clearly attempting to eliminate malice from his voice.

"Why are you speaking with one of my subjects?"

"I assure you she is not one of your people."

"The young child is human."

The King of Stormwind… He mustn't know who I actually am yet. I wonder how Thrall is going to handle this. Should I say something? Behind the tall man was a young blonde boy about my age. He curiously peaked from behind the King's cape and smiled. Returning the smile, I managed to wave.

"Noel," Garrosh growled, grabbing my Horde tabard from behind, "Don't make contact with the humans. If you wish to show any honor to the Horde, you will do as I instruct. Not like you humans have much of a brain."

Thrall placed his hand on Garrosh's shoulder, "Brother, your actions only make this worse. Let go of the girl."

"How can you be so weak?" Garrosh hissed throwing me into the snow.

Landing in the cold powder, I blinked to see an argument brewing. I watched as Thrall did his best to calm the enraged King, but to little avail.

"Are you alright, miss?"

I found that the young boy, who I concluded must have been the King's son, was talking to me while extending his hand. Reluctantly taking it, I stood up and brushed myself off.

"I'm alright, thank you."

"Of course," he said with a large grin, "Um, but why are you with Thrall?"

"He wanted to see why I was here, we just happened to run into each other."

"But, why are you wearing a Horde tabard?"

"Because I am with the Horde."

"Why would they allow a human to join?"

"That's a difficult story to explain."

"Noel!" Thrall called.

Reacting quickly, I hurried to the side of the honorable leader. Expectantly waiting, I watched him and the fuming king for orders.

He continued, "Please explain to Varian Wrynn why you are wearing a Horde tabard and assist us."

Obeying Thrall, I explained how I arrived to Azeroth. I did not skimp out on the details and carefully explained that I was under orders by both Sinewa and the Wyrmrest Accord to train here. The King seemed to calm down, but he was still displeased. The young boy seemed to be amazed by the story and his eyes never left me.

"For now, we will oblige to the dragon's wishes, but if there is ever word of harm coming to this outsider, Thrall, Horde blood will be spilled," King Wrynn spoke, with malignance in his deep voice, "Come Anduin."

"I expected nothing less," Thrall muttered as they walked away.

Turning to my leader, I gave him my I'm sorry, I know I screw things up a lot look. He smiled at me.

"Go train, Champion, our barracks are over to the right of the entrance to the Argent Tournament grounds."

"Okay, thank you, I'll do my best!"

I hurried off for my first mission. After dealing with more gawkers and guards trying to gank me, I finally received my first series of quests for the tournament and fighting in IceCrown. Yet, before I could go fight the Scourge, I had to learn to joust. I watched a bunch of renaissance guys do this maybe I can too! As I entered the ring with one of the Hawkstriders, I mentally prepared myself. Attempting to steer the giant bird with one hand while maneuvering the long jousting stick with the other, I clumsily made my way to a jouster. Most of the novice jousters laughed as I approached the blood elf man.

Jeering at me, they yelled, "Go back to the Alliance where you belong you pathetic excuse for a mage."

Since when did I look like a mage? Goodness gracious people, my magic resembles more of a druid or paladin than a mage! The blood elf commanded his hawk into the ring with ease and I noticed a smirk spread upon what I could see of his face. He thinks he's going to win. Using my magic to bolster my defense and enhance my offense, I waited for him to charge. He quickly used that tactic and I barely managed to block his attack. With as much rage as I could muster, I forced the massive stick to slam into his exposed side.

Apparently, he did not like that too much because he began to run off. I knew better than to assume that he was running away. No, he was going to try and charge me again. Expecting this, I charged him from behind and knocked his shield out of his hand. Take that! The elf must have seen my happiness because he used his pole strike me right in the stomach. Instantly, I found myself gasping for air! Forcing myself to hold out, I managed to strike him again. Yet, this was a drawn out battle that nearly forced me to give up. Before giving up though, the elf backed down and returned to his position at the side of the rink. I… I won! Oh, thank goodness it's over! Slipping off of my mount, I stumbled out of the rink and sat on the steps of the Horde tent. My breath sounded gruff and forced. After closing my eyes for a few moments, I noticed that there was a strange taste in my mouth. Sticking my two fingers in my mouth I found them covered in hot sticky blood. Dang it. Woozily standing up, I looked for a healer. Yet, my head began to spin while I searched. At some point, my legs gave out and I blacked out.