AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!

Later that night, Creed came back into the Town Hall with a solemn expression. Thorn just finished putting the hall back into it original place when she called her leader over.

"Commander... I found something that is addressed to you." Creed tiredly looked over to Thorn who held a cream envelope with beautiful cursive in the very elven language she knew all too well; Darnassian.

"I saw the High Priestess Tyrande leave it here before she left." Grabbing a seat and the note, the Commander opened the letter and read the words slowly. A small sob left Creed's lips only for her to put a hand over her mouth to muffle them. A small smile grazed her lips.

To General Creed,

It was a great pleasure to see you again, Malfurion and I are so proud to have seen you. Your future is so bright, little star. Your parents are so proud of you, every decision you have made has brought a smile to their faces... knowing their daughter is changing the world and its people. The decisions and actions you made warmed my heart so deeply. I understand you may not be expecting for me to write to you, but there is a fear even in I that had grounded me from speaking to you in person. I do not know if you are still angered with my decisions all those years ago by locking away your magic. Now that I see you grown, I hope you have seen the side of what power can do and the fear I held all those years ago... I am sorry to have done that. Asandraa and Mylaerian Lunarbloom have awoken from the Emerald Dream, they wish nothing more than to see you again, they miss their child.

May Elune keep you safe little Nova Creed,

Tyrande Whisperwind

"Commander, are you alright?" Thorn asked her teary Commander.

"Yes. More than fine. In fact, in a couple of days I need you to take command while I go for a visit to Darnassus." Thorn smiled and nodded her head.

"Of course, Commander. I shall prepare and let Baros know."

Creed nodded.

**Kalimdor: Teldrassil- Darnassus**

3 days later...

*Creed's P.O.V.*

I take a deep calming breath as I exit the life tree as it transported me into my childhood home, Darnassus. The beauty of the city always caught my breath, but it felt... lack luster compared to Silvermoon.

I summon Bones to take me the distance to the Temple.

I feel the lump in my throat, but set my focus as I head to the Temple of the Moon where I knew Tyrande Whisperwind and Malfurion Stormrage were. Some of the wandering guards looked at me in shock and wonder as I made my way to their leaders.

I get off Bones and walk up the steps to the lush room of the Temple. I feel more anxious as I am escorted up the slope by one of the smiling Druids.

"It is good to see you again, little Creed." The Druid smiled warmly at me, I vaguely remember her being one of Druids who helped me as a child.

I walked slowly in front of my king and queen again, but got a bigger surprise at what stood beside them. It felt like the life in my body left me as I saw the ancient and smiling faces of my parents.

I felt I wasn't worthy to see them again, after what I had put them through.

I fell to my knees and bowed my head at them with my hands on the ground in front of me. I couldn't face them. I spoke lowly in my original childhood home language, Darnassian.

"Mother, Father... I am-" To see myself, such a hardened, experienced Rogue reduced to this again made me feel utterly human. I did not expect to break down, not in front of them.

"So sorry!" I finished looking up at them with watery eyes, my vision was so very distorted from my tears.

Three pairs of Druidic orange glowing and one pair of silver glowing eyes softened at the sight of my pathetic form.

I watched with wide eyes as mother came to me and gracefully fell to the floor and hugged me to her chest. I wrapped my arms around her, I missed this. I missed the warmth of her soft purple skin and her lovely green hair as she rocked me to her. I pushed my face to her chest, feeling like a child again as apart of me expected her to lull me with one of her lullabies.

I lavished in her familiar smell only to feel the warmth and another pair of arms around us. The rough and familiar light azure skin and the long wispy white hair in my vision made me smile... Father.

"Mother. Father. I missed you both so much. I am sorry for disappointing you." Both orange eyes looked at me with happiness.

"Far from it, my child. So far from it." Dad gently told me as he kissed the top of my head.

I smiled and let out a watery laugh.

"I never wanted to disappoint either of you! I know you had not approved of what I had been doing by befriending Horde members and-" A delicate finger went to my lips and shushed me.

"It was us who were the fools to have not seen your dream, your visions of coexistence; peace with both factions. As parents we are suppose to support and protect our children... we thought we were protecting you from the truth and the prejudice, but instead we drove you away from us." Mother whispered to me and held me closer.

"I love you two so much."

A few hours later in the house of Lunarbloom, I looked around my childhood home. I couldn't help but grin at the ancient toys in my old room, the thick, old Herbalism tomb I had studied hundreds of times... the nostalgia kicked in. There were still small scraps of leather laying around when I was trying to learn Leatherworking.

The room was slightly covered in dust from lack of use, but the view out of the house overlooked the city was still just as beautiful as when I was a child.

"I remember catching you jumping out of the window all the time to play in the tree's branches... your mother nearly had a heart attack trying to find you through all the leaves." The deep and soothing voice of my father caused me to slightly turn at him as he walked up behind me with a smile.

FLASHBACK

"Hmm." A small child stood next to the window in thought, trying to calculate how she was going to jump from one branch to another.

A bright smile made its way to the eight year old human. Bright purple eyes scanned the thick lavender leaves and thick, dark barked branches. Little Creed smiled to herself again and tied up her hair in a loose braid before climbing over the window's edge and slowly balancing herself across the multitude of branches.

"My little everbloom- Creed?... Nova?" She heard the door to her room open and the beautiful voice of her mother call out for her.

Creed grinned in a sly joy.

She watched her mother look around the room only to stop when a faint giggle from outside made the tall Kaldorei freeze in horror.

"By the Elune! Nova! No! What are you dong!? Come back in, you are going to fall!" Creed was hanging upside down on one of the branches enjoying herself. Creed turned to her panicked Night Elf mother as she entered the room with a small tray of food and saw her daughter outside the window, dangling and laughing.

"I'm okay mommy! See!" Creed swung herself off the thick branch and onto another, where she sat down swinging her feet happily. The worried silver glowing eyes watched her movement through the trees every step of the way.

She watched as the large figure of her father entered behind her mother and looked curiously at me only to smile. Mother glared at him as he chuckled.

"My love, let her play. She must spread her wings with nature, this is her way." A steady glare made him look away. Nearly yanking her long emerald hair out, Creed watched her mother walk to the window and transform into a very large and sleek black cat... her mother's cat form. Slowly her large cat mother hastily and agilely made her way to the small child who was watching her move closer and closer.

"Mommy!" Creed smiled widely letting her small tooth gap show. She threw her arms over the warm, furry mane of her cat mother. Said worried polymorphed Druid licked the child's cheek and nuzzled her to stand and inch her way back into the room.

All the while this was happening, the tall, white haired Kaldorei lovingly watched the two come back into his arms in the safety of the room and not a near forty foot drop.

"Daddy! I'm good at hiding!" Creed smiled up at the laughing eyes of her father as he nodded in agreement, but began sweating a little at the intense glare from his worried wife for encouraging the act that almost gave her a heart attack.

END OF FLASHBACK

I smile.

"How about the time I first learned how to shadowmeld (stealth), she freaked because she thought I was outside in the city without her or you when I was running behind her the whole time?" I reminded him with a small smile. He let out a full hearted, boisterous laugh.

"Ah yes, I remember that very well. I hadn't the heart to burst you bubble, but at the same time, the worry on your mother's face made this old man's heart break." I crack a wider smile as I hear mother walk in with folded arms.

"Yes, you let me suffer an hour without my child." I can't help but run to her for a hug.

Having extremely tall Night Elf parents meant bigger hugs.

"But I was with you the whole time."

"You were."

The shades of purple and lavender colored leaves seemed to reflect the beauty of the city as I looked back outside of the window.

"I have to tell you both somethings..." Both set of eyes looked at one another and they nodded, sitting on my old bed I looked up at them and told them.

"You know of the operation in Draenor... I am one of the Commanders of the Alliance. I am stationed in Lunarfall at my garrison with my own followers who are helping me defend against the Iron Horde." They both looked grim at the information, but a small smile came to my mother lips.

"And we couldn't be any prouder of you than we already are, worried, but proud nonetheless." Dad hugged me. I gave a very weak smile.

A couple more hours later and we are all sitting together over a lovely and warm meal mother prepared for my return. I miss the home meals she made, it was a definite improvement than my fast meals or vendors.

I looked down at the sweet and murky liquid that was my tea, a pang of sadness comes back. Rommath and I used to drink some of Silvermoon's infamous sun brewed tea while working late all the time. His scent... he smelt of warm cinnamon and tea, oh how the scent drove me wild.

"Nova?"

I felt the sorrow and guilt build in my stomach. The times we laughed, well more of me laughing and him smirking, at the clumsy things I did while trying to reach or put away scrolls and books.

"Nova!?"

The taste and feel of his lips, skin... his entire being made me feel like the cracks in my heart we gluing back together. The way he smiled at me, the way he smelled, the way I felt towards the misunderstood Sin'Dorei.

"NOVA!" My head snapped up in attention as I saw the worried looks of my parents.

"What is wrong my love?" A gentle hand wiped the tears I didn't know were falling off my face.

Dad looked so concerned with his snow colored brows furrowed together while mom looked me directly in the eye, a look of knowing.

"My little everblossom, who has broken your heart?" I see the look in both of their eyes now. A mother always knows...

I shake my head.

"It is not broken, mother. It is safe in the hands of a elf back in Silvermoon City." Mom and dad looked a little surprised and then sat next to me.

"Will you tell me?" I nod. I have to let them now of my pain or I will come undone sooner or later.

"Was this when you were Ambassador dealing with the Kirin Tor strife?" I nod.

"This elf must have been very special and patient to have been able to capture your heart," my mother's soft words stayed around me like a warm blanket.

"He was... he is. At first I could not stand him or his prejudice and racist nature towards me and the Alliance. At some points along as a Ambassador, spending time with him was as meaningful as eating a handful of ash and burning coal, but with time... I saw so much more then he could have realized. He is kind, gentle, understanding, and loyal to his people beyond all belief even though others see him as cold and distant. Rommath made me feel vulnerable but safe all at once." I couldn't finish as it began to hurt too much.

"Grand Magister Rommath is the elf that captured your heart? Well, times certainly have changed," Father mumbled to himself about to get a look of annoyance from mother, but she saw the thankfulness in his face.

"If you love him, my everblossom, and if he loves you the way you describe. Then why are you not with him?" I look at my plate.

"He has his people to look after as I have mine in Draenor, at least until Gul'dan is finally dead and the Burning Legion are sealed away again. If that is not enough reason... he is a Blood Elf and I am human, two opposites at the end of each faction." Mother tsked and kissed my temple.

"Love works in many different ways, it does not see in color nor in black and white. Believe, my child. To find true happiness, we must seek for it in a focus outside ourselves." Deja vu hit me hard... Whitefeather had said the same thing. Must be a Druid thing.

I smiled at them. I had to believe in something.

**Draenor: Shadowmoon Valley- Lunarfall**

1 year later...

Sometimes life makes you think there is nothing left to believe in, it just tries to tear you down.

I sighed to myself... the nightmarish memory so fresh in my head even after the months ago where it took place. Watching my battle sister's head fly from her shoulders and onto the ground below her feet. I cringed at the look of shock on her face as the monster slaughtered her in front of me. Gradena didn't deserve that fate...

I slaughtered that over confident Human Warrior bastard with out a thought... blood vision was all I saw as he screamed and chocked on my sword through his throat. I clenched my fists... there is only so much I can take till the numbness is permanent.

FLASHBACK

"Gradena, duck!" I screamed at the Axe weilding she-Orc as she and I continued to cut down Iron Horde patrols left and right as we both made our way out of the Fel Forge.

We were both bloody, sore, and covered in sweat and soot.

"Do they never end!?" Gradena nitterly laughed as her axe cut the smaller Iron Horde grunt in half.

Her black mohawk stood proudly as she charged onto the unsuspecting Iron Horde Fel wolf rider.

She and I had met up with Tick long ago and decided to have some good old fashion, Iron Horde destroying time. Tick had left to recover and probably stuff his face, while Gradena and I were left slaying demons.

Pulling down my helm, I panted hard and uncorked a bottle of the bitter healing potion. Gradena let out a gruff laugh and leaned on her axe with a smug expression, watching me down the horrible potion.

"Healing up already, Creed? You've gone soft my friend! Ha!" I couldn't help but smirk at her as she suddenly hissed at me and suddenly smacked a hand to her neck as a stinging sensation came over her.

"Really? Throwing stones now? So mature of ya' Creed!" I smiled wider as she lifts her axe at me and gives me the stank eye.

"You sure you haven't gone soft? You're whining over a small stone to the neck." I looked off into the distance as we came to the main road of Tanaan Jungle, so close to the Hellfire Citadel. I looked down at the monstrously green glow of the Fel Sludge surrounding the place.

The distant sound of feet was common in a place like this, so I didn't really always pay it mind because the Iron Horde had a very distinctive sound than world travelers and soldiers did.

"This place is hell. I can't wait to get my hands on t-"

SHINK!

Gradena's battle cry was suddenly cut short. I froze in curiosity as to why she didn't continue her well known banter. A soft shink made its way into my ears a second later.

I stiffened and turned suddenly only to feel my heart drop.

Gradena's raised axe fell from he hands and pierced the ground as she fell to her knees.

My blood froze a a spay of hot crimson came from her neck and a soft thud followed as her head rolled off her shoulders an onto the ground.

My eyes widened and I felt like I was in a dream. I looked up to see behind her, a very tall and large human warrior with a bloody sword. He looked surprised as I did.

"Gradena?..." I took a tentative step forward and tried to hold in the bile that rose in my throat. Her glassy yellow eyes looked up at me. I felt my vision go red as I glared at the Warrior.

"NNOOO! Gradena! What have you done!?" I screamed at the now frightened warrior.

"She had her axe raised towards you, I thought she was an Iron Horde! What are you-!" I didn't let him finish as I race at him with both swords raised, death intent.

"AAAAUUUGGGGHHHHH!"

END OF FLASHBACK

I cried for so many months.

We were all suppose to be fighting the same cause... and the racist bastard knew she wasn't an Iron Horde member.

A sharp stabbing pain brought me out of thought.

I groaned and leaned back in my cot as Alasdair scoffed at me. The Holy Priest Dwarf didn't care if I was commander or not... she treated me as an equal.

"Quit ye' blubbering, Commander. Aye am almost done." The warm light continued to flow from her fingers.

I glare at her.

"Not my fault. You try being tossed around and attacked from every side in Nagrand. I'm just thankful that Thrall took Garrosh out of the way, we are one step closer to stopping Gul'dan." I was thankful in my own way, but sad at how fast my life may be approaching its ending when I fight Gul'dan... I am sure most of the commanders in Draenor are.

"Yeah well, it wouldn't hurt as much if ye' had stopped trying to avoid every healer in all of Azeroth, ye stubborn bitch." I love Alasdair, I really do but she could be a handful.

I sigh at her. She is a great and interesting friend.

"Well, I knew you were going to heal me first and you make everything hu- OW! Careful there!" I whined as she tightened a bandage around my wrist that didn't even need that much healing.

"Geez woman... I swear, one day I need to make you meet Tick." She smirked and walked with me to Town Hall. I sat down on one of the chairs as she smirked at me with folded arms.

I look off at the wall where I had hung Gradena's battle axe. The picture of her and I as younger idiots above the memorial. Depression hit me harder then ever.

I ignored her and went back to the letters that were in my mail. I focused my gaze back to the letter at hand that Khadgar had given me hours before. Him and Yrel had come by with the a final declaration... we were finally going to finish the battle. I felt a twinge of anxiety.

A distant yell broke my thought and started Aladair.

Both she and I looked to one another before Rulkan burst into the room.

"Commander! Commander!" I turn in panic. If she is yelling something is wrong.

"Rulkan what is wrong!?" She panted and wiped the sweat on her brow.

"Commander, I found him."

I looked into her yellow eyes. I stiffen and nod. All this time, after so long of tracking... a heavy burden lifted upon my shoulders.

"Eeh? Found who, Commander?" Alasdair looked to me and Rulkan.

Lieutenant Thorn and Baros working on the missions table looked up as well.

"Who has been found, Commander?"

"Where is he, Rulkan?" I was tired... so very tired.

"He has been committed in Ashran for the past few months."

I was shocked... all that time, he was so close. I nod to Rulkan.

"You with me, now. We are going to Ashran, I promised a broken woman that I would bring her husband and her child's father back home." I command to Rulkan.

"Lieutenant Thorn. You know the drill." She saluted as I rushed out to the flight master with Rulkan.

"Commander, how are we to return him back to Silvermoon?" I freeze.

Hesitantly, I reach into the very bottom of my satchel... pulling out the red glowing hearthstone that I received nearly two years ago. I had forgotten about it when he and I went our separate ways... when I did find it I couldn't bare to part ways with it... it was all I had of him.

"W-With this," I stutter to keep my self calm.

With a quick trip to Ashran and a queasy stomach from flight later, we landed hard and ran to the medical ward Rulkan had last heard he was at.

I smooth my hand through my mid-neck length hair from the harsh winds of our journey. I had cut it a few weeks ago, it was driving me nuts... I made a mistake as it got even more wavy and annoying with less hair. I breathed out.

Rubbing my bangs back over my forehead, I nodded to Rulkan with determination.

"Wynrion Dawnstriker!" I startled a lot of the resting patients as I walked in.

"I am looking for Wynrion Dawnstriker!" I searched for a Blood Elf, but could not see one till a voice called out deeper in the ward.

An annoyed Goblin came over, shushing me.

"Do you mind!? Patients are trying to rest!" I cringe at the female Goblin's angry command.

"I am sorry... I really need to find a Blood Elf named Wynrion Dawnstriker. I had heard he was last here..." The Goblin looked suspicious at first.

"Please."

"I... am Wynrion Dawnstriker." A rough voice came from behind Rulkan and I. When I turned I felt shocked.

The Paladin Blood Elf before me was worse for wear... still bruised and he was missing his left arm, but he was alive. My eyes widened at his face... he looked just like Ana'day, same ash blonde hair, Fel green eyes, and skin color.

"Wynrion Dawnstriker, you have been released from the fight of Draenor." His eyes looked tired and sad, but they grew wide at my words.

"Mr. Dawnstriker, I promised two very important people of your return... I think you have left them waiting enough." He stepped forward shakily.

"Sanguil? Ana'day? You know them?" I nod.

"They have missed you very much. I had a small meeting with Vol'jin a while back... now that I found you, you are going home." I walked towards him and became his crutch as he nearly fell over, trying to stand from his cot

"Thank the eternal sun." I heard him whisper to him self.

Rulkan and I grabbed each side of him and walked outside where I activated my hearthstone.