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I'm a bit sorry for the last chapter. I wanted to proof read it more but wasn't able to, I had a long day last Saturday. At least today's chapter has been re-read and satisfies me. I felt like I could have done better on the previous one. Maybe I'll go back to it and change it slightly.

Kessu91: to reply to your comment, I'm not exactly sure to understand your point on Amaria being in the front lines. So far she said that she won't participate actively to the fight and remain as a defensive support for the wounded and healers. In a way, yes, there might be little difference between killing ennemies to save allies and protecting said allies to kill more ennemies, but Amaria is more focused on the save other's lives. She won't go on a rampage on the Horde to save the Alliance, she isn't here to kill Horde members. She will kill if left with no other choices but won't do it for the sake of killing enemies.

About the neutral factions on Azeroth, yes it is something that I see Amaria join in the future. Its just that so far she hasn't met any of them except for Harrison Jones from the Explorers League which didn't interested her too much. I was thinking something like the Earthen Ring or the Cenarion Circle.

And not to spoil too much, but you're wrong about how this is going to turn out. Not completely, I'll give you that, but not in the way you see it.

Side note: Biggest chapter yet! Yay! Hope you like this big one.

Please comment/review.

Thank you for your patience and good reading.

It was late at night; I was back inside the ship and reading a small book that I found in the small shelf that managed to keep me occupied as the sky turned dark. A small burning orb that I created remained immobile in the air and allowed me to read until a few voices came up from outside my cabin and I recognised the sound of footsteps running.

Placing the book back in the shelf, I took the orb of flames in my hand and opened the door, almost hitting a soldier that rushed to the bridge. I followed the movement and watched all the sailors on board quickly climbing on the masts to tie the sails, all under the light of a few lanterns. I looked around for any indication of what was going on and instantly noticed the large camp dressed near the coast, lit up with large fires and wooden towers that watched over the men. I banished the flame in my hand and focused on the camp that was getting closer and closer, avoiding the sailors rushing around me.

A loud rumble shook the ship and I rushed to the side to see the large paddle wheels slow down before they started to roll in the other way, slowing the ship quickly as we neared a wooden quay that had been made right in front of the camp. It took a few minutes for the ship to be moored but as soon as planks were placed for us to disembark the sailors and soldiers got to work despite the late hour, unloading crates of equipment and supplies in a very ordered and efficient order.

I stood on the ship a little longer until Anduin arrived, looking far less awake than I, perhaps because I didn't felt tiredness the same way anymore since I became a dragon.

"How are you doing, your majesty?" I asked.

"I will need a couple more hours of sleep and I'll be fine. You don't seem that tired." He yawned quietly.

"Unless you have a cave where I could change back in a dragon, I won't be truly resting. I can sleep in my human form but it isn't as efficient nor will it require much sleep." I answered.

"Good for you I guess. We should disembark now; the other ships need to unload too."

I followed him and we reached the camp which consisted of hundreds of tents aligned perfectly with dozens of guards up to protect the camp, high in the watchtowers spread at each entrance. A man walked to us quickly and greeted us with a salute.

"Your majesty."

"At ease lieutenant. Anything to report?" Asked Anduin.

"No milord, all is quiet." Replied the lieutenant.

"Good. I will be in my tent, wake me up if necessary."

"Milord."

We left the man and went toward a larger blue tent, separated in three different areas with large closeable curtains and guarded by a duo of soldiers in heavy armour. Anduin stopped right in front of the middle area and turned toward me.

"The female quarters are on your right. I hope I'm not being rude, but I have some sleep to catch up." He said.

"Not at all. Good night, your majesty." I said with a short bow before entering the female officers quarters.

There was already a dozen of women already asleep in several beds or resting on thick carpets directly placed on the ground. I noticed that while a few of them were humans, there was also four Night-Elves, two dwarves, a gnome and draenei, a woman with blue skin, horns, and hooves. Making my way as silently as possible toward one of the only two unoccupied beds, I quickly got under the cover and slowly let sleep take me away as I listened to the sounds coming from the camp, let it be the many footsteps or the ringing of armour plates.

Unlike yesterday, I woke up quite early as most of the women around me did too, stretching and putting on their armours before exiting the tent one by one. I yawned briefly and followed them outside, briefly closing my eyes as the morning sun shone directly in my face.

The camp, compared to last night, was in full activity and it showed just how many people participated in this war. Hundreds of soldiers were spread all around the camp, from many various races and origins, going around on military training, equipment checking or simply taking their breakfast. Thankfully the last days had been warm and sunny, turning the ground into a harsh and dried land all over the camp instead of being muddy, allowing the soldiers to sit down and eat on the ground. There were a few chairs and tables but they were mainly used for the higher ranked officers. And thanks to the light of the sun, I could see that the camp extended widely over hundreds of meters, with an area allocated to the soldiers, a second to the horses, another to all the siege equipment and a last one as a general stock. The defence of the camp consisted in several watchtowers as well as a long series of pikes planted in the ground and aimed toward the surroundings.

Quite impressed by all of this, I simply stood there and watched as everyone kept moving, with a hundred of voices speaking everywhere around the camp and the sound of a hammer hitting metal somewhere in the distance. One other detail that I noticed was the faces of the soldiers, many showing either nothing or some bearing grim faces. It wasn't a surprise but what was one was to see and hear some of them being completely certain of their victory here, clearing thinking that they would win and go back home before next week. A few people were also openly stating their distaste for the horde, with a lot of Night-Elves eager to take their revenge for Teldrassil.

I had never been part of a siege before, but I wouldn't be surprised if the fights would stretch over several days. I didn't know what the Horde had in store but seeing as they were the Alliance main rival, they must have the means to counter them. The Horde would also have the defence advantage, with the walls of Undercity shielding their archers and spellcasters.

Waiting for a little longer, I then turned around and went into the middle area of our tent, passing between the two guards standing still. Right in front of me was Anduin, looming over a large map of the surroundings with several papers in hand. I guess he still had a lot to plan, the assault was scheduled for tomorrow morning after all.

"Good morning, your majesty." I greeted him.

He looked up from his documents, frowning briefly before it was replaced by a smile on his face.

"Good to you too, Lady Amaria. Not too tired?" He asked.

"Not at all. I wanted to ask, is there anything that you need me to take care of today?" I said.

"I can't think of anything right now. Perhaps you could go meet the healers? See who you will be placed with and if they have anything they'd like you to do." He suggested.

I couldn't deny that it was a good idea. Plus, I had nothing else to do.

"Very well. I will see you later, your majesty." I answered before taking my leave.

I spent the next hour following Anduin's idea, exchanging with the healers about what I could do and how I could help them. We ended up agreeing that I would go along a team of rescuers that were tasked with carrying the wounded back to the healers while I would protect them with my spells. I wasn't the only one tasked with this mission, several other mages or warriors in heavy armour and carrying large shields would come with us and act as the tanks for the rest of the group.

While going through the camp all day long, I noticed that the tension in the air was growing stronger with each passing hour. I spent the rest of the day to walk around, talking with a quite a lot of people and retreating to my bed a couple of times to spend a few moments of rest.

Overall, the moral of the Alliance army stood strong. Many were certain of their victory and eager to fight, to take their vengeance on the Horde for one reason or another. I was a bit divided about this, feeling like such feelings didn't had their place here but on at the same time their thirst of blood or death wasn't mine to judge nor was I condemning them for it. The Horde did made real atrocities and even if I didn't wanted them to pay per say, I was as ready as them to remove Sylvanas from the Horde's leadership. Let it be nicely or permanently.

There was no doubt in me that Sylvanas had to be removed. Her actions and thirst for war were clear signs that she wouldn't stop, I was certain that she wouldn't let anything stand in her way, not even other members of the Horde.

But at the end of the day, the night fell quickly and I went to bed with one eye open, ready for tomorrow's battle and ready to be prepared in a few seconds.

The loud horn blowing through the camp didn't failed to wake me up and just as I thought yesterday, I was out of bed in ten seconds and joining everyone outside as the whole camp woke up like one man.

It had nothing to do with yesterday, everyone was rushing around in precise order and entire battalions were formed in a couple of minutes as the war machines were being started, like the dwarven made siege towers powered through steam and coal. Shouts echoed everywhere as I crossed the camp to join the healers sides. Swords, poleaxes, Warhammer, spears, guns and bows were in every soldiers hands, along with staffs, wands and books that belonged to the many spellcasters.

The army was divided in clear separations. The back was formed with our group, all the healers, doctors and carts fulled of medicine and bandages. Before us were the magicians, separated by their specialisations and types of magics, next the archers and riflemen, the cavalry which was quite a small part, the engineers that were only here for the king's speech before they would have to go to their machines. After them was a large group of adventurers that was quite distinguishable by its lack of coordination and discipline as well as all the types of warriors and spellcasters possible, speaking a bit louder than the rest of the army that stood more silent and ready. Lastly was the main corps of the army, the infantry made of hundreds of soldiers who all wore armours bearing either the mark of the Alliance or of their nation such as the night-elves.

It took a bit more time, a few minutes actually, to see one man standing on a white armoured horse, wearing a large silver and golden armour with a lion's face, heavy shoulder plated armour and a sword with a glowing orb near the handle, coming to a stop before the whole army. It didn't took more than a few seconds to recognise Anduin and I was reassured in my guess when I saw king Genn standing next to him in his worgen form.

The shouts and the sound of the soldiers running everywhere died down and I barely heard Anduin start an inspiring speech, talking loudly to the people of the Alliance for a whole minute before raising his sword.

"For the Alliance!" He shouted.

"FOR THE ALLIANCE!" Came back the incredibly powerful echo from all the soldiers around me.

A loud horn echoed through the camp as the whole army was finally ready to start the siege. All the soldiers from so many different origins, heroes and adventurers that distinguished themselves with their far more unique armours and weapons, the siege towers and catapults being slowly moved toward the battlefield. They all started to move as they stomped toward the battlefield,

I watched with a deep calm the army put itself in motion as war horns echoed through the air. Some coming from the Alliance's side and others, quieter, coming from the other side of the of the forest, where the massive stone fortification was daring anyone to approach.

The battle had begun.

As the large army of Men, Dwarves, Elves, Gnomes, Draenei and Worgen walked toward the battlefield, I stood behind in the camp among the group of healers, mages, and soldiers.

We were scheduled to leave in a few minutes, just enough to be behind the army and give them the time to set up a safe perimeter for us. Looking around stoically, steeling myself and readying my mind for fighting, feeling the omnipresence and foreboding feeling of battle coming, I saw the back of the military column disappear as only the tall siege towers still dominated over the land.

"Alright, time to go!" Called the head-priest, a man in golden armoured robes.

Standing up, I followed the movement and found myself at the back of our group, with only the carts pulled by horses behind us carrying plenty of bandages and medical equipment.

"Are you alright?" Asked a voice on my right.

Looking in that direction, I got surprised to see an arm at my eye-level. I had to raise my head high to meet the glowing blue eyes of the night-elf that seemed to be worried about me. She had pale lavender skin, long pointy ears and was wearing more armour than most of the healers around us.

"Sorry, just a bit distracted." I replied.

"Is it your first time going into battle?"

"No. But one as big as this one? Yes."

"I see. Don't worry, it will be fine. We have the full support of Elune on our side, Sylvanas's hours are counted." She said with a fire in her voice.

I looked at her slightly worried about such hatred, and the almost fanatical way she said it, it being what I feared from this war. I knew Night-Elves would be looking for the warchief's blood after Teldrassil but to see it was one thing.

"Right. I am not afraid to go fight, I just know how quickly things can go sour." I replied remembering my past battles against death-eaters, especially the one where Sirius died.

"Yet it is where we are. I am Danarin Bluefeather, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, my name is Amaria."

"No family name?" She asked surprised.

"No, my mother doesn't have one, so I chose to do to the same."

"How original." Danarin said before looking away, toward the battlefield.

I focused on what was happening around us and saw that the siege was in its initial stages, the towers ready to advance with the soldiers surrounding them. A loud horn blew in the air of the morning as the massive machines started moving and the catapults sent their first projectiles. Walking like one man, the whole army marched toward the walls slowly, ready for battle.

Fiery projectiles flew over the battlefield, the walls shook under the first assault as many hits aimed true, arrows were shot from both sides and gunshots exploded everywhere. A few seconds later screams arose in the air as the armies started to get closer with a few battalion of the Alliance pressing forward toward the gates where many soldiers of the Horde stood, entrenched behind pike walls and piles of rubbles used as rudimentary protections.

It was by far one of the most impressive and terrifying thing I had even witnessed. Even from afar I could see the defences set by the Horde, large pikes planted in front of the gates and dozens of archers posted on the walls rained death for any member of the Alliance in range. It was clear that they would not let go of Undercity without a long and deadly fight.

But my attention was pulled away when our group started to settle, at quite a large distance from the battlefield. Beds, clean towels, and tools were being pulled out of the carts and the grim expressions on the healers said that they were expecting a bloody battle.

Looking around for a bit, I found nothing better to do than sitting on a large trunk that had been cut off the way, standing near the group of eleven people I had been assigned to. There was eight carriers acting in pairs, carrying stretchers, and the rest of us were the defence, me as a magical protection and three soldiers ready for hand-to-hand combat, all equipped with large shields.

The first minutes of the battle were quite impressive. Rocks, arrows, and spells flew, either sent by the Alliance or the defenders on the walls. The sound of it all deafened anything else I had ever known, an everlasting presence in the background that was cut with some shouts of rage, cheers when a projectile hit its target and the screams of pain from those that received them. The siege towers kept advancing quite close to the walls that were slowly filled with cracks until a dark shape jumped from the wall and turned into something that reminded me of a dementor before rallying the soldiers of the Horde that were slowly losing ground, destroying the nearest siege tower at the same time.

The Horde had rallied its own adventurers and heroes, with some rushing toward their Alliance counterparts and clearly ready to fight to the death. The adventurers were fighting with far more versatility and less tact than the regular soldiers, surrounded by explosions and tempest of swords and magic spells in clusters as many groups stood together. It was undeniable that their methods lacked the military discipline of the regular army but they were far better fighters, slashing, cutting and casting with a proficiency that put my own skills in doubts. I was strong mage yes, more than many others simply because I was a dragon, but the way these adventurers threw their spells spoke of years of training and an expert knowledge of their talents.

I watched with trepidation as both sides charged forward and the clash of metal started to thunder all around. Cries, shouts, growls were coming from everyone, all weapons were out, and it quickly became as violent as the healers expected.

The first injured were already coming, brought by a few soldiers who instantly returned into the battle once their comrades were in the healers' hands. A few minutes later our team got the green light to go as the battle was slowly pushing the Horde back into Undercity's walls.

As soon as we were out of the camp and in the open battlefield, I gathered my magic in my hands.

"Protego!" I shouted loudly.

As much as I would like to still be able to cast the Protego spell, this wasn't the original one. Like many of the spells I learned on earth, I lost the ability to cast it when I became a dragon yet it wasn't a complete lost like the Unforgivable Curses. I called it like this because it acted similarly but where the original appeared as a slight shimmer of light when stroke with a spell, this one appeared as a purple, transparent wall of magic all around us that stopped almost all spells as long as I would focus on it. It could also stop most physical attacks, stopping any projectile and blows.

We ran forward, looking past the magic shield as we got closer to the heart of the battlefield. A quick look around me showed that a few soldiers were on the ground, some not moving anymore, and a few lying around, covered in blood and barely moving. I got a bit further ahead and extended my shield in front of us, leaving the space to the pairs of carriers to put the injured on their stretchers before rushing back to the back line. Me and the three guards remained there, waiting for them to come back which they did and repeated the operation. I used my experience in occlumency to focus my thoughts and dull my emotions in front of such horror, like one man that had his leg cut diagonally and screaming silently as he crushed his own leg to try to stop the blood to pour out, watching the many other injured moaning in pain and waiting to be picked up or the few dead from both sides that lied all around us.

It instantly reminded me of Hogwarts's battle and all the dead bodies laying all around. It was the same here with the only good difference that it wasn't children and young adults fighting for their lives but fully trained soldiers. Or at least most of them were trained.

Thankfully for us, we clearly weren't a priority as not a single arrow or spell had been aimed toward us and the front line was still further ahead, meaning that we didn't had to worry about a group of Horde warriors coming at us.

We continued our grim yet very important duty for maybe twenty minutes when the sound of thunder echoed around us. Taken by surprise, we all looked up to the sky and saw an unnatural yellow flashing above the battlefield before a ray of light fell in the hand of one man. One that wore a distinctive silver-golden armour and with a blond ponytail.

A dome of light appeared around the soldiers of the Alliance, spreading quickly until almost all of them were covered in this light. I felt slightly invigorated, but the true effects came from the wounded lying everywhere, the soldiers standing up one by one, taking their weapons again and reforming the line. At least for the least wounded ones.

"Stand as one!" Anduin shouted as the light vanished and he picked up his sword. "For the Alliance!"

All the soldiers around echoed his war cry and threw themselves into the fight one more time, charging the enemy that was doing the same, meeting in a bloody and violent crash once again.

"Now that's stealing our job." I spoke aloud.

"Can't complain, we're starting to tire here." Commented on the carriers.

I stood there watching, focused on a few sides of the battle for a few minutes before we moved closer to rescue a few other injured. This time, near the front lines, we were targeted and my shield was put to good use as the arrows bounced on it as well as a thunderbolt which was absorbe by the shield. The fighters of the group also got into action as a couple of warriors of the Horde rushed at us, met with the steel of our defenders shields.

Trying to support as much as I could, I kept one hand focusing my magic into the shield and used the other to throw a fireball at an orc getting too close to one of our warriors who was going one against two. The orc was sent flying away, leaving my ally to deal with a large tauren.

Yet we had to go back toward the back lines. The carriers wouldn't be protected outside of my shield, making easy targets for any archer or spellcaster waiting for an opportunity. As soon as the last Horde warrior fell, we retreated as fast as possible, brought the wounded on the nearest beds as doctors rushed to treat their wounds, and in less than a three we were running back to the front line and ready to start again.

As no-one rushed at us, I used the opportunity to take a look at the battle. The Horde was starting to retreat, many of them rushing back to the gates and the Alliance's cheers of victory exploded all around us until a large machine broke out of the walls and charged the Alliance's ranks. It rushed to stamp everything on its way and focus was given to it, many soldiers going in the melee to destroy it as it started to decimate the Alliance's front line. It was a sort of tank, far bigger than any I had ever seen before, massacring all those who would be unfortunate enough to stand in front of it.

It was thankfully put out of use thanks to the bravery of the Alliance's soldiers and adventurers, exploding into pieces after a few minutes of arduous and bloody fight. A renewal of hope struck the ranks of the Alliance, seeing the machine destroyed, but it was short lived as a bombardment from the Horde spread green gas around the battlefield, killing all those caught inside, allies and foes alike.

The coughs. The screams of pain. It was horrible. Never did I heard so much suffering in one place, yet it was happening, forcing the Alliance to fall back as the gas kept spreading. I suddenly realised where I was when a hand landed on my shoulder and pulled me back, forcing me to run.

"Come on! We can't stay here!" Ordered the warrior that grabbed me as we ran toward the back line as fast as possible.

Only when we reached it did I allowed myself to turn around, watching many who didn't got the time to flee die, falling to the ground as the green gas spread on the battlefield. The Horde had catapulted this deadly gas everywhere, without regards for their own soldiers still on the battlefield, killing all those that breathed it. Yet the horror didn't stopped there and I watched in shock the dead stand up, clearly animated with something indescribable as they started to run toward us.

A new front line was made by the Alliance, forced to face those dead soldiers once again in a large line. I stood slightly behind them, throwing fireballs over their heads and destroying a few undead myself over and over again. This disgusting fight lasted for a few minutes until the last of them had been put down.

All those around were clearly demoralised, let it be for being pushed back or for having to kill the ones that had been their friends and allies just a few minutes earlier. I noticed a bit further on the line both Anduin and Genn, gloomily looking at the large cloud gas stopping the alliance from pursuing its assault, the battle coming to a halt as many soldiers took the moment to catch their breath, exhaustion starting to fill the ranks.

This had nothing to do with anything I ever saw before in my life. So many dead spread all over the battlefield, the Horde's heartless and horrific use of the gas and the violence of it all. It didn't shocked me, I had seen my fair share of death in my life and partially got used to it, but the scale and the tactics were new to me.

Even if I wasn't a part of the Alliance, I couldn't help but feel terrible in front of so much death and destruction. It was a failed assault and it was understandable that after so many loses and such a hard counter many men felt discouraged, looking at Undercity looming behind the gas.

Suddenly a chill went through my spine as the wind changed direction, looking around for what might have caused this, many other people doing the same confirming that it wasn't just me. Literally coming out of nowhere, piercing the clouds like a spear, a large ship kept in the air by magic cut through the smoke. A lone woman on the bow started to channel magic, one that felt far bigger than mine and far, far more powerful. Not three seconds later a large blast of frozen air blew the gas away, clearing the air and the way to Undercity. Loud cheers erupted all around and the Alliance resumed its charge, the ship quickly bringing down the walls with its cannons shooting magical projectiles.

The Horde was starting to abandon the walls as the Alliance forces rushed inside the city.

I would have looked more but the moans and whimpers of the wounded reminded me of my original purpose here and I rushed aside the healers, starting to aid them in any way I could, dearly missing the healing salves from Hogwarts and Madam Pomfrey's skills.

Hours passed as the sounds of battle coming from inside the city kept making most of the noise around us. More wounded kept coming as the day went by and tiredness started to spread through the healers who slowed down slightly, exhausted after having to deal with so many.

I had not been able to do much but carry all the medical supplies for the doctors, apply bandages and cauterising a couple of injuries, a small effort that still mattered yet it didn't felt I was doing much. Even if the healers here had far more potent spells than the wizards back on earth, casting healing spells continuously for hours still took its toll on them. What they were doing could have been called miracles, stopping bleedings quickly or mending the flesh back together but they couldn't grow back limbs or fix a broken bone instantly, the stocks of bandages had been severely depleted and blood tainted the hands and clothes of almost everyone.

My thoughts got interrupted by the sight of an approaching gunship flying thanks to two large balloons, bearing the clearly identifiable red colours of the Horde. It stood there, not getting too close and staying clear from the magical ship that came with the mage who brought down the walls. Me and a few others watched it move in trepidation, waiting to see what it would do as it got slightly above Undercity, near immobile.

"Do you think they are bringing reinforcements?" Asked one healer that was resting, a cup of water in hands.

"No, they would have to cross the ocean for that, if they were bringing more troops we would know it already." Answered another.

BOOM!

A sudden, loud, and massive explosion made the earth tremble as a large cloud of gas appeared in the centre of the city, quickly spearing everywhere in the walls. My heart froze a second at the thought of all those trapped in there as shouts of surprise rose around me, all watching in horror the gas and knowing very well what its effects were. Thankfully, the main part of the army rushed out of the city before the gas was able to catch them, running like death was on their heels which was quite accurate, but it was obvious that many were missing.

A glow of purple light appeared on the magical ship that had remained around, bringing our eyes on it. If it weren't for my draconic eyesight, I would have never been able to see the faces of the peoples on board, including Anduin, Genn and the mage who brought the ship.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I returned to my task of tending to the wounded as the ship slowly started to lose altitude and flew toward the sea while the Horde's gunship flew away.

"This is only a half-victory!" Someone shouted loudly.

Jumping awake from the small nap I was taking, I blinked a few times the sleep out of my eyes as I stood up and pushed away the small cover that I found. Lost for a second, I looked at the other healers resting in the tent before stepping out.

"Calm down Anduin, we may not have the Banshee's head and Undercity did fell to the plague, but her forces are retreating from Lordaeron. It is one less danger on our lands." Said a woman with white hairs yet still young, wearing a white and blue dress and a few pieces of armour with a long staff ending with an ice shard. I barely recognised her as the mage that had been on the boat.

I watched her speak with both Anduin and Genn on equal stands, maybe being of royalty herself. This woman, whoever she was, had such a strong magical aura around her that I couldn't help but shiver at her presence, mainly because her magic literally felt cold.

"So many died today, both soldiers of the Horde and the Alliance, yet Sylvanas still lives." Angrily continued Anduin.

"She won't be so lucky next time Anduin. Be sure of it." Replied the old worgen.

Anduin sighed loudly and turned around when he caught me standing there, looking at them from the tent I was still standing next to. He was about to speak but stopped, looking around for a moment before waving me to come closer, which I did.

"It is good to see you again Amaria." He said lowly, probably because he took notice of the exhausted healers and the injured resting around.

"And it's good to see that you still live. Am I wrong to assume that it didn't went as planned?" I asked the obvious.

"Sylvanas managed to escape, and Undercity is far too contaminated with gas to be of any use. This assault cost us more than it's worth." Anduin explained upset.

"Anduin? Would you mind introducing us this young Lady." Asked the woman.

"My apologies." Said Anduin before standing aside to point at me. "Jaina, let me introduce you Lady Amaria, a new ally that agreed to help making sure our soldiers got back here safely. Lady Amaria, may I present you Lady Jaina Proudmoore, former leader of the Kirin Tor and a great friend of mine." Anduin introduced us all.

I smiled at her but wilted slightly when I noticed the glare that Jaina was sending me. I did not know what I did to get such a reaction, was she in love with Anduin or something? And I recognised both her name and the one of the Kirin Tor, there weren't many famous mages around and she was clearly one of the strongest in the world, having taking place in many events that I read about back at Wyrmrest Temple. And because Tyrygosa never stopped talking about how Jaina and Kalecgos had been a couple for a time.

"Nice to meet you." I said trying to hide my rising anxiety.

"Amaria, was it?" Asked Jaina.

"Yes?"

As soon as the word left my lips, I found the tip of Jaina's staff aimed right at my neck, with a glowing blue intensifying from the ice shard. I never got the time to react that the glow exploded, and a large block of ice rose beneath my feet, trapping me inside until the shoulders and leaving me too shocked to reply.

"Jaina! What are you doing?" Shouted Anduin, placing himself between us as the soldiers around grasped their weapons at the sudden display of magic.

"This woman is hiding behind an illusion; it is very well made, almost natural, but it isn't her true appearance." Replied Jaina coldly.

"Yes! And before you start imagining anything, it's not because I'm a spy or whatever you're thinking!" I stopped her knowing very well what she could assume.

"Stand down Jaina!" Strongly ordered Anduin, staring at her.

I could see her glare at me, looking for any little sign of deceit or evil which I had none. Of course she was powerful enough to see through my disguise before we even had the chance to tell her anything.

"Anduin are you sure? I can restrain her until she tells us the truth." Replied Jaina never stopping to look at me.

"She is a friend." Anduin said sternly.

I didn't know why he didn't said the truth, but I decided to make the choice for him.

"Lady Jaina I'm not your enemy? I'm a dragon. Yes, I hide my true form behind an illusion but it isn't to trick any of you." I told her calmly.

My confession got her to ease a bit, removing the tip of her staff from my neck as she looked at Anduin who nodded shortly, thankfully corroborating my words. Yet it wasn't enough to free me from the ice cube I was in, not that I felt its cold thanks to me being a dragon but still.

"Before I let you go, would you mind telling us to which flight you belong?" Asked Jaina still looking at me with suspicion.

"I am a member of the black dragonflight." I replied instantly, knowing that trying to delay the truth would only arise more suspicion against me.

Her glare returned to full strength and the glow on her staff suddenly brightened again, bathing in a light blue light.

"I thought that there was no more females among your flight." Said Jaina.

"Yeah, well here I am. But it doesn't change anything to who I am, I'm still Amaria, ambassador of the black dragonflight who came to help." I replied bitterly, starting to have enough about all of this and emphasising on the last word.

I was tired after this long and eventful day, having to deal with someone thinking me evil simply for being me, AGAIN, was really annoying and getting under my skin.

That did nothing to reduce the glare she gave me.

"Is this true? Have you known all along?" Jaina asked Anduin.

"Yes. She introduced herself as an ambassador of the black dragonflight right away." Answered Anduin very seriously.

It was still a hard pill to swallow, even after all this time, that just because I magically ended up as a black dragon, I was now the target of hatred for something I didn't do.

Jaina stared at me a little longer, not showing any sign of relaxing as both Anduin and Genn watched both of us warily. I could tell that Anduin would jump in if the situation kept escalating any further. But then she just made that one sentence that broke my patience that had been wore thin these last few days.

"We can't trust her. Who knows if she hasn't put a mind control spell on you? It wouldn't be the first time a black dragon does this." She said.

"Can't trust me?!" I snapped, taking them all a bit by surprise. "I was asked to come here by Anduin! I came here to save lives! To help!" I shouted looking at her as my eyes turned red, a glow appearing around me. "You say I cannot be trusted just because I'm a dragon?! I have done nothing to deserve such hatred! Nothing!"

The magic gathering inside me blew out and shattered my icy prison, letting me move freely. Shouts erupted all around but before they were able to attempt anything else, especially Jaina that I could see readying her magic to cast a new spell, I cancelled my disguise.

A large swirl of smoke and flames surrounded me and in a couple of seconds I had turned back into my natural form, towering above them. My glare was only fixated on Jaina, but I could also have aimed it at Genn for his past comments and attitude toward me. I did not cared for their unsheathed weapons nor the large group of soldiers and heroes that saw me appear and were running toward us. Anduin on the other hand was a bit shocked, most likely because it was my first time revealing my true appearance to all of them.

'Kill them all.'

The anger that I felt coursing through me was strong, and felt so very right as fire started to gather in my chest, smoke coming out of my nostrils, but I remained sane enough not to attack even with the Old Gods whispers, standing there with my boiling rage at seeing so much hatred against me.

"Stand down Amaria!" Commanded me Jaina.

"Silence!" I roared, far louder than they could support and stopping many dead in their tracks.

Looking at them all, seeing how much fear and readiness to fight me was coming from all of them, only made me think if I had made the right choice.

"I thought that the Alliance would be a good place to start learning about Azeroth, that it would be more acceptable than the Horde! When I saw so many races gathered without any animosity I was in awe, but if the glue that hold the Alliance together is its hatred for any other race that don't join them then it's a poor one." I said letting anger colour my words.

I turned toward Anduin that was perhaps the only one not in a battle stance, listening to my words with a greater attention than I expected.

"When I talked with you Anduin, you convinced me that the Alliance had good people in it. That what you were doing here had some real justifications yet you didn't forced me to join you. But with the hatred that I see inside it, I must say that I'm extremely disappointed. If the Alliance follows this path, it won't be any different from a tyranny against all those who are different. Farewell!"

Having said all I had to say about this, I opened my wings wide and got in the air, ready to put as much distance between me and those self-centred people filled with hatred.

"Amaria wait!"

I shouldn't have. I knew it didn't mattered but I still stopped, remaining in the air, and turning back toward Anduin that had a hand reaching toward me.

"You are right, Amaria. If that's the path that the Alliance will follow, then it will only bring ruin upon itself. But it won't! I swear it!" He promised with determination in his eyes.

"You say this yet I saw how you reacted to me being a black dragon. Don't deny it, I've seen how you reacted every time you mentioned black dragons, even you have hatred for me despite all we talked about." I replied angrily.

"My hatred for black dragons comes from Deathwing, Onyxia and Wrathion! Not you!" He said not even disturbed by my accusation. "I regret my poor judgement and I should have better controlled myself. But please do not judge the Alliance on what you saw these past few days. Deathwing's memory is still very present even today but if we show everyone who you really are then I'm sure we can change their mind." Assured me Anduin.

Was he being truthful? It certainly felt like it, but it didn't changed the fact that every other person around us was looking at me with that same hatred, that same fear based on the actions of my predecessors.

"Maybe one day, Anduin, I will be able to fly freely without bells ringing the alarm. But it won't be today. What I can do is hope that the next time I come by Stormwind, it won't be to be welcomed by arrows or a freeze-loving mage." I said glaring at Jaina who didn't took the bait.

"Farewell." I said for good this time, beating my wings quickly and leaving the battlefield behind.

Leaving like this was perhaps a bit of an overreaction, and it probably was. I just didn't cared right now, after another confrontation simply based on who I was, for being a member of the black dragonflight. Still angry at their reaction, I flew faster until I was far above the ground and those who dwell on it.