An: This is a crossover between World of Warcraft and Avatar 2. Both feature deeply spiritual people and I couldn't get the idea out of my head.The first section will feature the plot of Avatar 2, but afterwards the main characters in my fanfiction will move to Azeroth to pick up the plot of the Shadowlands expansion.

King Anduin Wrynn was known for having an unshakeable faith in the light. If someone knew him, they knew him as a spiritual young man. This was part of the reason why he found himself going down to the dungeon that at the moment housed Varok Saurfang; a proud warrior of the Horde. A High Overlord. Beset by the same strange dreams he'd had for a year or so now, he was a little confused and ready for the war to be over so he could study the religious significance of the heavily spiritual things he sometimes saw as he slept.

To that end, he was headed down there to speak not as an enemy, but a prospective ally. Hopefully Saurfang was just as tired of the carnage. He peered into the cell and at first didn't see the older orc where he sat crouched in the corner, tired. Had he not slept? Well, I wouldn't sleep well in a Horde cell if our positions were reversed, would I?

"At Lordaeron you had the chance to take my life. Maybe even end the war." Anduin steeled himself, pulling the light close to strengthen his resolve. He made himself recall the port, the docks lined with Alliance corpses. He had to do this, had to reach out to the old warrior's sense of honor. He unlocked the cell and swung the door open, hinges screaming in protest. Then he stepped in and shut the door. "Why didn't you kill me?"

The warrior glared up at him from above his curved tusks, face pulled up in a look that was half caution and half still-dying anger at the events. Even despite this his orange eyes glittered with curiosity at what Anduin's angle could possibly be. "Could kill you now." His voice rumbled, and the old orc stood to his full height.

Anduin began to circle a little, taking tiny side steps. "I spared you because I believed you have honor. Was I wrong?" Saurfang's breathing grew heavy as he held back a bellow. Anduin wasn't done yet. "Do you want more innocents to suffer? The Horde-"

Saurfang finally snapped. "I have given everything for the Horde!" He roared, flinging the bed in his cell against the wall to break, but not advancing on Anduin. "Bled for it, killed for it, and Sylvanas is destroying it! She will destroy everything!" Now Saurfang advanced, putting a fist into the wall inches from Anduin's head. "What I want is my Horde back." He huffed, and then stepped away, his back to Anduin.

"Saurfang, tell me why you spared my life." Anduin asked the thing he was most curious about of the old warrior. A simple explanation.

Still not meeting his eyes fully, Saurfang glanced over one shoulder and spoke in a much softer voice. "I hoped you would stop her." The weight of this difficult admission settled squarely on Anduin's shoulders, making him realize once more the gravity of it all if Varon Saurfang was asking the king of the Alliance for his help. For the Horde. For his Horde.

"I can't." Anduin finally answered, his stance losing all its tension. Anduin went back to the door, leaving it open this time when he walked through it, looking back at Saurfang in the cell. "Not alone." Then he began to walk away, leaving Saurfang there. He had faith as he always did that the right thing would come of this.

x

Zekhan was dreaming again of the water, and the warmth within it. The water was within him and all around him and it beat with the gentle hum of a heart. He floated below the surface among colorful coral and chattering sea creatures, looking up at the girl who floated on the surface. She lay on her back in the aquamarine waters, directing schools of glowing fish to wreath around her in bursts of light. She was blue skinned, barely three shades from his own. She did however have a long braid that trailed out from her and a swishing tail that cut through the water.

The dream was always like this, Zekhan watching and the girl swimming. Well, at least it had been recently. Before this she was in a tropical forest, indulging in night skies and rustling of leaves.

Zekhan was woken by Thrall, shaking him. "Come. We plan. The Alliance is here."

x

The plan was set, and even though Zekhan had an enormous amount of uncertainty regarding it, he had to admit that it was truthfully the best chance this newly formed movement had at success. Saurfang was fighting now, dueling a Mak'gora he did not expect to survive. Zekhan had decided to hold on to hope that he would, that Saurfang was simply too pessimistic in his old age. "The Horde is nothing!" Sylvanas Windrunner screamed, clutching her face. Stunned glaring erupted all around her and from behind her as the people she had lead into dishonor couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"For Azeroth!" Saurfang cried and sprang forth to deal the last blow. It was blow no one thought would land and sure enough, Sylvanas broke the Mak'gora by flinging a foul purple sphere of dark magic. She fled with biting words on her tongue.

Thrall and Anduin were beaten to Saurfang's side only by Zekhan. "No!" The young troll cried as he gathered Saurfang's barely breathing body into his arms. "It's bad. I can't_" He was joined by his companions then and there was a moment where it felt as if the whole of the Horde might weep together with the Alliance before the tension was broken by a different glow than Zekhan's failed healing magic. Thrall was the first to notice the glowing tendrils poking from the ground below them, a soft golden light suffused and pooling under the four of them.

"Anduin-"

"I know." The paladin crouched next to Zekhan, on his knees in the fluffy tendrils. They were starting to creep up Saurfang's sides and even onto Zekhan. Zekhan had a growing look of peace.

"It's here to help." The young Darkspear spoke, both to those next to him and anyone nearby. "Do not panic for us. It, no she wants to help Lord Saurfang." The tendrils were going faster, climbing higher. But Zekhan stayed calm. Anduin was next, hands clasped on Saurfang's chest, holding one of his. Then Thrall crouched and was also quickly overcome.

"We are going with the presence. For Saurfang."

x

Kali Sully floated in the water above the spirit tree, missing her home and trying to be alright with the sudden distinct changes in her life. Somewhere her twin Kiri was winning hearts and charming minds while Kali just tried to stay out of the way. Since coming to live with the sea people so their father could hide them all from Quaritch, Kali had been endlessly restless. What drew her attention from her attempts at relaxation was shouting on the cliff nearby. Flipping over onto her stomach, she called her ilu and they dove deeper; going around the tree and back up once she got to the edge of the cliff.

Kali began to scale the cliff, listening to the shouting. Some of it sounded sort of the like language her dad had taught her and her siblings. English, he called it. There was another tongue being spoken however, and that one she couldn't discern. She shut it out and kept climbing, mentally berating herself for only having the fish knife on her right now. Some Na'vi she was. Kiri was rubbing off on her, in the fact that Kali was becoming less and less violent the more she lived among sea people. It's not like I have a choice. My twin, St. Kiri...If I don't live up to what people think of us...They'll...I have to stop being so angry.

"He's not waking up. Let me try." Reaching a shelf that was close to the top, Kali took a moment to wind her braid gently into a bun so that it couldn't be grabbed and then leapt over the top, landing in a perfect crouch. There were four of them and as she raked her eyes over the situation, she was confused. Her initial aggression drained as she saw the other three were clustered around a figure on the ground. The ears on her head swiveled, searching for any noise to indicate there might be more hiding nearby. Hearing nothing, she stood upright to her full 7'5 and shoved her way through them. Kali crouched by the injured...man? Yes it was definitely male, but she wouldn't have called him a man.

She looked over his features, getting confused now. Tusks poked from his mouth, curving up from his green lower lip. He had long gray hair and pointed ears and...He was so green. Kali couldn't get over it. "He needs the tsahik." She looked at the people with her, reaching for the communicator on her neck. "Dad, we have some outsiders near the tree of life." Her eyes flicked over the blonde one who was still speaking that strange English. "One of them is human. But he's weird. There are two who seem to be the same and a forth who is something else entirely. I need the tsahik. One is hurt, bad."

She kept her attention on the injured creature, but spoke anyhow. "You're a human. What are you doing here? You don't belong with the scientists. Are you with Quaritch?"

"N-no." He didn't seem too sure of his answer so Kali gave him a stare with all the sharp predator potential of her people behind it. "We...are more of the outsiders you said we are than you might think. I am not sure how to explain. How to even start."

"I've seen you before." The unique one said from behind her. Kali turned her head to look at him. Purple-blue skin, tusks and a red shock of hair in the shape of a mohawk. "In my dreams I've seen you before." He looked awestruck.

"Wait...your dreams? I've seen her too." Said the green one who was still on his feet.

The human chuckled nervously at this and Kali turned to face him. "Well, I guess that makes three of us."