It has been about nine years since I posted to this site, possibly longer. I have changed, physically and mentally. But my love for FanFiction has not. A recent spark of inspiration hit and I revisited my old account, and I saw A New Adventure. That's when I realized with a heavy heart that I had to move on from all the other unfinished works on this account. Born To Rule will never get its rewrite, or sequel. A Book and Its Cover will never be finished.As I wrote ABANDONED on each and every preview I stopped at this one, and for the life of me I couldn't find it in myself to abandon this idea. But I couldn't continue it either.

Having been so long since the last update, many files or summaries have been lost, and my writing style has changed. But have no fear dear reader, for that spark of inspiration was not just an itch to walk down memory lane, but to finish this story. With the beginning completely overhauled. Keeping what was loved, removing what was disliked, and completing what over two hundred of you have been waiting for. Without further delay, A New Adventure!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Warcraft

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Naruto Uzumaki, ANBU agent of The Hidden Leaf Village stared down his most hated foe. Konoha's greatest enemy stood before him. This monster killed thousands of shinobi and civilians alike. Laid to waste hundreds of structures. Killed his home's greatest hero and has been terrorizing the Leaf Village for the past thirteen years. Finally the rising anger in Naruto's chest reached a boiling point and he threw a quick right hook square into the beast's face. The bathroom mirror shattered against his fist.

He paid the deep gashes in his hand no mind. The demon inside his gut would repair the damage, as it always did when he was injured. By enemies or his own blade.

Instead he focused inward, calming the raging fire within himself. Ever since an incident a few years back he had been quick to anger, lashing out at small provocations. Inu had taught him calming techniques to quench his rage. But Naruto felt as if he was pouring drops of rain onto a raging inferno.

The young warrior left the bathroom, and began gathering supplies. Enough weapons for a small army. Nonperishable food for the days when he could not acquire it with his own skill. All this trouble would be worth it, the blonde thought. Soon he would be far away from his beloved village, removing the cause of years worth of pain.

Make no mistake, Naruto Uzumaki was no traitor. He would simply help his home from afar. Once everything was packed away, the blonde shinobi placed his ANBU Fox mask over his face. He released a sigh of relief, a comforting feeling entering his heart. Now he wasn't the monster. He was Fox, the youngest ANBU operative since Itachi Uchiha. He allowed a small smile to cross his hidden face. "This is right, this is me."

He leapt from the open window, darting across rooftops like a fleeting shadow. Even the moonlight struggled to find him. He made his way to a place where he knew he wouldn't be disturbed. Training ground forty four, The Forest of Death. His and every ANBU's personal training ground, while the Chunin exams weren't being held of course. He effortlessly cleared the fence and made his way deeper into the thick jungle. Finally after a few minutes of travel, Naruto was satisfied that he was far enough away that whatever racket he made would not be investigated.

He dropped to a clearing below him and immediately got to work. He placed calligraphy scrolls around him in a circle, each filled with kanji so small it looked like ink blotches. He placed some of his blood on the closest scroll, then began to perform the long string of hand seals he had memorized. This Jutsu of his own creation mixed elements of Summoning and Shunshin to create, in theory, a technique that would

transport him to the other side of the world in a blink of an eye. Or it would kill him, he cared not either way.

Naruto slammed his hands together, performing the final seal, before placing his hand on the nearest scroll. Suddenly he felt a rough pull, his body flickering in and out of sight. The forest around him was gone now, he could tell he was moving, but he couldn't say how fast, or in what direction. Explosions of color permeated the space around him, purple and red swirling like a whirlpool. He felt his mind slipping away into madness before he screwed his eyes shut. Then came the voices.

They whispered threats and promises. Pain and pleasure, every wish come true, every nightmare a reality. The young ninja shut them out as best he could, he had to hold the technique together until he arrived at wherever the Hell he was going. He dared not breathe. He struggled not to scream as the feeling of hands slid across his body, scales, claws, feathers, and slime. His journey was not slowed, but the longer he stayed in this realm the faster he could feel his sanity breaking.

The pull stopped. Was he laying down? The air was hot, and strange sounds and smells assaulted his senses. He could feel the sandy ground underneath his prone body. His burning lungs finally won, and like a fish deprived of water, he began to greedily inhale. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid that what he had experienced would continue if he did so. His heart was beating out of his chest. His breathing was erratic and quick. For the first time in a long time, Naruto Uzumaki felt terror. He did his best to pull himself back together. He stretched out his senses and tensed when he heard breathing a few dozen feet to his right.

"Ay mon, who you be?"

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Erlok wasn't a particularly superstitious troll, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't praying to the Loa to offer him a solution to his current predicament. Tied to a post in the middle of the Durotar desert, labeled a traitor to the Horde, and sentenced to death via exposure, scorpions, or starvation. Whichever happened first. Stripped of every possession, left only with ragged pants for modesty. All because he was selling pelts in Orgrimmar. Sure, the Kor'Kron were performing a raid in the troll slums. Sure, one of the Kor'Kron attacked his own captain. SURE, Erlok without thinking tackled the soldier who was about to execute the traitor. It wasn't until they were both standing before a Warlord in chains did the Troll truly understand his predicament. This was not the same Orgrimmar a few years back.

Erlok sighed heavily, before sending a glare to his left. Tied to the post next to him was that very traitor, stripped of his rank and his armor. The young orc struggled against his bindings with a roar, before slumping limply against the wood. He looked to be in his twenties. More than likely the son of a high ranking officer in the horde. Grandfathered into the Warchiefs elite guard. Good pay, amazing benefits, and the respect of every orc in the horde.

And yet he threw it all away, for troll's he didn't even know. "Why?"

The orc stiffened at the question, "Why what, troll?"

"Don play dumb, why didja ruin ya life? Ya had it good, mon. Real good." Erlok's mouth twisted into a frown when the young orc's shoulders slackened.

"They were going to kill a young girl for stealing food. I could tell she was starving. Out of options. No older than twelve years. I COULDN'T let that happen." The ex-Kor'Kron elite hung his head, a deep frown marring his face. "And now I have

shamed my ancestors, my father, and my Warchief. I deserve this death, I only lament that it was not in battle."

Erlok snorted, "Shamed? Mon, you may be da last orc in da horde dat HAS honor. Whatcha name?"

For a time the orc did not answer, so long that Erlok believed the question had been ignored.

"Grug'Narr Azure'eye."

The troll narrowed his forest green eyes in thought. He had heard that family name before. Definitely a high ranking orc in the horde. He took a longer look at his neighbor, noticing his piercing blue eyes, a very unusual color for the orcish race. He also had a knife on a leather string around his neck. Though they were tied up in such a way that they couldn't use it to escape. A doorway to freedom, so close. Yet so very far away.

Erlok smiled after a moment of silence, "Nice meetin ya, Grug."

"That's not my-" The orc warrior was interrupted by a blinding flash of purple light, causing both prisoners to close their eyes in discomfort. Once it died down they looked for the cause. Twenty or so feet away layed a humanoid figure, dressed in black. Its face was covered by a mask, depicting some animal. A misty red haze surrounded the person, before slowly fading into nothing.

Grug stared at the body for a moment, not catching any signs of life, muscles tensed in anticipation. After the moments passed Grug began to turn his attention elsewhere, when a loud gasp came from the body.

Erlok grinned, thanking the Loa with all his heart. He would make monthly offerings from now on like a good troll! He waited patiently for the being to catch its breath, once it did he tentatively called out. "Ay mon. Who you be?"

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Naruto blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the blazing sun in the clear blue sky. He slowly rose to his feet, shaking off a bout of dizziness as he did so. The blonde shinobi looked to where the voice had come from and froze. He stared, and stared, and stared before a low chuckle left his lips. He placed a hand on his forehead and looked back up into the sky. "I'm in Hell."

He drew his tanto from the scabbard strapped to his back and started trudging towards the prisoners. He placed his blade against the neck of the purple one with dark blue hair, and an impressive set of tusks. He let a question leave his lips, unwittingly talking at the same time as the creature before him.

"What kind of demon are you?"

"You be a gnome?"

"...What?" they asked at the same time.

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The end of chapter 1! I added more details, without changing too much. And that theme should persist. With a chapter or two before we get to the events of chapter 2 and 3 from the previous version. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and let me know what you think. Without spoilers, I'll answer any questions you have at the beginning of the next chapter.

Also a bit of an explanation on the AU Naruto of this story. Everything is Canon except for a horrible event that happened when he was nine. Propelling him into the secretive ANBU black ops. Leaving him a shadow of his former self. This new adventure will be one of struggles and emotional healing.

Have no fear, I am at least three chapters ahead, with one releasing every Friday until we finish this ride. See you next time!