AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD! If you must know, I am basing everything garrison wise and my progression on my actual character in the game, my main!

Not sure how long I slept, but I almost broke a poor guard's wrist when he tried to wake me... waking a Rogue is not a safe thing.

"Pardon me, Commander. Lieutenant Thorn has requested me to wake you; it is urgent." I stiffen at the urgent part of his words. I quickly stand from the cot and walk out the door.

"Thank you... sorry for your wrist." The guard nods under his helm.

As I walk quickly to town hall, I stop for a second and feel nausea rise in my stomach... A tall monument stood proud in the rising light next to Town Hall. I hate this stupid monument, the Defender of Draenor... it made me sick to think of how many I killed. I never wanted it, but the king just had to commemorate my victory for the alliance. I shake my head lightly.

"Commander!"

Lieutenant Thorn and Scout Valdez saluted quickly as I came into the room. I quirked a brow in question.

"I was summoned. By the Light, I have only been asleep for a few hours... what is the urgency that requires me?" Thorn's face twisted into a careful frown as she lifted an open parchment letter... the bright blue wax royal seal broken, my eyes widened at the letter I previously had gotten earlier.

"Who opened my mail?!" I was annoyed, I was a rogue for heaven's sake but even I never went through anyone's mail or belongings unless absolutely required like receiving information or pieces of important documentation to the king.

"Forgive me, commander. It was I who instigated it. I had no clue it was yours... it was left on the table and I thought it was important to give to Lieutenant Thorn." Scout Valdez quickly explained his story. I roll my eyes in my head; it was my own fault for leaving it out in the open.

"Commander, I thought you might really need to take a look at the letter sent," Thorn was particularly specific with her words; whatever the letter was was now on my number one list of priorities.

I grab the smooth parchment and read the words very carefully. My eyes widen for a split second and I clench my fingers tightly to the poor paper. The elegant cursive on the paper angered me quite a bit. They wanted me to come now!?

I sigh.

"Commander?"

"I am being summoned by King Wrynn and his council...," My voice faded off in thought as Thorn's eye widened.

"You have to leave again, commander?" I groan in my head and nod.

"I have no choice," I roll the letter back into a roll and crush it.

"Shall I go wake the Mages to open the portal to Ashran?" I shake my head.

"Let them sleep."

"I will let the flight master know you are to take flight before 0900," Valdez rushes out the door.

"Thorn." The petite female Worgen turned to me.

"Remember when you said you were going become a Commander one day," She nodded.

"I highly do NOT recommend it." A simple grin catches her toughened exterior.

"Ah, but you are actually a General," I shake her hand and leave.

I sprint to the Dwarven Bunker, collecting my newly repaired armor. I shake the hands of the armor smith.

"Good luck, Commander!"

"Commander! The gryphon is ready for your departure!" I nod and fasten my helm over the lower half of my face. Quickly grabbing the reins of the large beast, I sit on the saddle and pet the creature's feathered head.

"Ashran." The bird hybrid took to the skies quickly. I looked down from the the bird's side and tightened my grip the reigns, a deep uncomfortable feeling filled me... I hate large heights. I watched my ships pull in and some leave above the shipyard.

The journey on the gryphon gave me time to think... why was I being summoned by the king? Why couldn't they just come to me? Yrel, Khadgar, and King Wrynn had no problem dragging me from my garrison and throwing me out in Tanaan Jungle to set up base for them so why didn't them come for me now? I suppose it wasn't all bad, it gave wonderful resources for the garrison.

Wisps of brown hair flew in my face as the harsh winds rushed past us. I ran a hand to soothe the wavy hair from my face.

Ashran quickly approached my view. Landing, I walked quickly to the tower and sighed in a silent relief as no Mages were in the room. I had a problem with Mages, to say I disliked them was an understatement. The large portal in front of me displayed Stormwind City; my stomach dropped.

**Eastern Kingdoms- Stormwind**

Even as a seasoned traveler and explorer, the nauseating feeling of being ported never seemed to lift... This is why mounts and ships are available!

I gathered my bearings quickly and rushed down the stairs of the Mage Tower. The slight tap of my feet hitting the marble steps disappeared as I summoned Bones to my aid. Flying would be too fast for my nauseated status.

I quickly came upon the large building that was Stormwind Keep aka the throne room of the King and his son. Dismissing Bones, I walk up the large and long hallway to the throne room.

"Halt. What business do you have wit- eh!" I pushed the standing guard out of my way murmuring a small 'oh, shove it' at him.

"Ah! General Creed, it is good to see you again. How are things going in Draenor?" I blankly stare at the large figure of Archmage Khadgar.

I nod.

"I have been summoned by you and the King. What is it that you want?"

His smile lessens a little and his face becomes shrouded in a serious expression.

"Follow me, General."

A sinking feeling made my stomach drop and a cold sweat fell down the back of my neck. I followed behind the large Mage and entered the war room. Khadgar closed the doors and I walked closer the the planning table where the king stood looking over.

"My King, she is here." The king looks up and gives a tense smile at me. Dark blue eyes lightened a bit from their shrouded frustration.

"It is good to see you again, General. Thank you for accepting my summons."

"King Wrynn, the pleasure is mine." The words tasted bland on my tongue.

The large man stood up from his slouching over the table, walking around to me. The large pauldrons of his attire made him bigger and more vicious looking; the large sword he had on him was not helping either.

"I am sorry to have disrupted you on Draenor, but I have been looking over plans and have been coming across a constant issue multiple times involving the Sin'Dorei and the Kirin Tor." I raise a brow in confusion at what eh was asking.

"Sin'Dorei? I believe the blood elves are the last of our problems right, King Wrynn." Varian pulled his arms behind his back locking his posture in a regal stance

"At first that is what I believed, but they are starting to become a real issue especially now that Jaina is wanting still wanting justice for Theramore and the imprisonment for Aethas Sunreaver, for loss the Divine Bell." My eyes turn widen at his words. The argument is still not settled?

"I understand that we have more important duties ahead, but this fragile truce we have with the Horde that was settled after the Siege will crumble if the trivializations between Jaina, the Sunreavers, and the fight for the Kirin Tor continue any longer. The gain of the Kirin Tor being led by Jaina would give the alliance a advantage, but it is precisely that which threatens this new found peace between factions; the Kirin Tor is an old foundry in which it holds the magic of both and if not all the people on Azeroth."

"Sir, I am truly sorry for the loss of Theramore and all its people, but this issue is so far out of my jurisdiction. I have no involvement with the bombing of Theramore nor the Council of Six nor the purge of Dalaran; this was to be settled long ago on Pandaria if I am correct. I am not sure what you are asking of me." I question the King in a confused state. I panicked inside... both factions had a peace agreement (shaky or not). I knew this truce was fragile, but this issue could be the downfall to peace again.

"You have been exalted with the Kirin Tor for a while, have you not?" I stiffen at the question.

"Yes, but that was many years ago. During the reign of Arthas."

"You also had the intimate company of Mages before, correct?" My eyes widen for a second before I narrow dangerously into a glare at him and I stand straight as a rigid pole. How dare he...

"Don't." He turns at my icy demeanor now. His own glare rivaling mine.

"My lord, let us get to the point." Khadgar's deep words inched its way into the heavy atmosphere.

"Yes, let us. General..." Varian stood over the table looking down at me, his long dark brown hair made him look like a feral lion ready to kill.

"General, we need you to become the Ambassador of the Alliance for this issue." I freeze at the king's words. It felt like he threw a bucket of cold water on me.

"Before you answer, General Creed-"

"Absolutely not," I replied firmly.

Both men halted and looked shocked at my answer. I inwardly swallow the lump forming in my throat.