Genn Graymane looked at Anduin Wrynn wave to the other ship that was leaving and saw him shake his head and walk away, "Anduin!" Genn shouted, "Please, tell me what is going on with you and that Sin'Dorei."

Anduin stopped and kept his head down, "Nothing that concerns you." He answered. He looked over and faced Alleria, "Alleria, find Tyrande, tell her she was right about everything and I'll do anything to make up for what I said to her."

Alleria nodded, "Of course, my king." And she disappeared into the void.

Anduin looked at the gas mask that Perfectia gave to him and held it. Let out an angry roar and slammed it on the ground and made his way down to the lower deck of Jaina's ship.

Genn looked at the mask and saw that there was a piece of paper inside, he reached down, took the paper from the mask, opened it and read. Reading Perfectia's words changing him back into a human again, he looked back at Anduin as he shut the door of the ship.

The ship was flying for a while, but it slowly came to the ocean water and Genn saw Jaina make a sigh of relief as she didn't need to carry the ship anymore.

A griffin carrying a well-dressed gnome came aboard the ship, "Did the battle go well?" he asked.

Genn half smiled and shrugged, "We survived."

The gnome nodded, "Good, because I finished the picture the king requested." He held it out, "I wanted to give it to him personally. I must say it's one of my best works."

Genn looked at him questionably, "Did you really have to fly to a battlefield to make a delivery?"

The gnome rolled his eyes and shook his head, "You're not an artist so I wouldn't expect you to understand, when something is bothering you, when something feels unfinished, you can't work. So yes, I had to come."

"Is it that blood elf?" he asked.

The gnome smiled, "Yes, Perfectia. Is she here? When I heard she escaped I figured she had gone to find him and I hoped I could paint her again on something a little bigger than a compass."

Genn laughed slightly, "Sorry, you're going to have to take it from memory. She did come, but things didn't go as they planned, I think. I don't think it would be a good time for you to give him that. Let me take it and I'll give it to him when he's ready."

The gnome handed the letter that held the picture, Genn broke the seal, "You don't want- "the gnome tried to interrupt but Genn continued to open it and looked at the picture.

He pulled out some reading glasses and looked at the picture and back at the gnome. "This is really good."

The gnome smiled and nodded, "Once they put her in a dress and makeup she was one of the most beautiful subjects I had the pleasure of working with, she was definitely surprised herself."

Genn took a closer look at the picture and saw that there were some familiar colors on the necklace she wore. "What's with the necklace?" he asked.

The gnome shrugged, "Sorry, I couldn't paint that very clearly. I was literally using single hairs just to get eyelashes right, but it was a picture of Anduin when he was younger, said, he gave it to her."

Genn nodded, "Thank you, uh…" he looked at him.

"Kirkland." He said.

Genn nodded, "Thank you, Kirkland."

Genn Graymane came down to meet the king who was sitting near a war table staring at a pear in his hands. "Do you actually eat those or do you just think they're pretty."

"It's not ripe yet." He spoke without looking up, "I specifically asked them for Thalassian butter pears, they have to be a certain softness to the skin before they are perfect, juicy, and delicious. You can't freeze them either, you have to wait, but it's worth it. I keep asking for them but they're always hard and sour, they're never right until you spend some time with them. This is a conference pear…" He looked up at him. "Not what I want right now."

Anduin went into facts about a variety of pears and said that interest in them started in Pandaria and from the way he was speaking about them it seemed that he had turned it into a full course study, "Do you like pears Genn?"

He sighed, "I might be more inclined to try different kinds thanks to you, but I didn't come here to talk about that." Genn understood the analogy but also the visualization he seemed to be getting from the fruit, "I think I've managed to put this together myself. This came for you." Genn stated, "It was the picture you requested of her."

Anduin looked at him somewhat angrily, "Throw that cursed thing away." He looked down at the letter, "You know I can put you in jail for breaking a king's seal."

Genn looked at him enraged, "What the hell is the matter with you Anduin?! She told you that she loved you and then you tried to kill her!?"

Anduin stood up, "You know that she tried to kill Jaina, and she nearly killed Alleria, yes, I did try to kill her, but I did it to defend my people on that battlefield." Anduin looked away and laughed, "And why do you care? You said, 'That she probably had plans to betray me' when I tried to come to you for help. I had to go to a guardsmen's home in the middle of the night because I knew no one else would listen."

Genn looked down, "I'm sorry."

Anduin laughed, "Don't be…" Anduin shrugged, "I could have saved myself a lot of pain if I just let her rot in those Stockades." He looked at him, "I should have listened to you and Tyrande."

Genn looked him in the eyes, "Would you have preferred it if I let you kill her? Can you honestly look me in the eyes and tell me that you would be better off if she was dead?!"

Andiun sat down in his chair and thought for a few seconds. He looked up into Genn's eyes, looked down, tears swelled in his eyes, and he shook his head, "No." He looked away and put his hand on his face, "Why do I miss her so much? Everything I know, everything I was raised to believe says I could never, I should never be with someone like her. I know it, everyone around me knows it, it's like she keeps getting pushed away from me farther and farther, and I know that I should just give up and try to be with someone of my own race or at least someone from a faction of the Alliance."

Andiun shook his head, "But my heart…" Anduin looked up at him, "It says you are so close Anduin, just keep trying and she'll be yours forever."

Genn handed him the letter that held her picture, "Then keep trying, my king."

Anduin nodded, took the picture in surprise, and looked at it, "Is this really her?" he asked.

Genn nodded.

Anduin opened his compass and put the picture of her inside, "My queen." He said. He looked up at Genn, "Thank you for saving her. I hope she can forgive me for what I did out there, because I would have never forgiven myself if I had done something to her."

Genn took a chair, sat on the other side of Anduin, and took a deep breath. "Do you know why me, and my wife only had one son?"

Anduin shook his head, "No."

"Mia nearly died when she gave birth to Liam, and Tess nearly died when she was born. Point being, we had waited so long to have children and I didn't want to risk losing anymore. She was forty when she had her first child." Genn laughed. "Me being a prince at the time I could have been with so many different women, someone younger or more beautiful. There were so many parties, hunts, daily outings and I couldn't really make up my mind on who I wanted to be with."

Anduin looked at him questionably, "So why Mia?"

"The women I would have fun with seemed to have liked the same things I liked. They longed for a life of royalty and I could tell, and so did my father. I spoiled them, and I had fun with them, and there were so many that wanted what I had. I thought to myself, that this was just the way the world was. But Mia, she was so skilled on the hunt, so strong, and wise, and one day we were on a hunt and she said, 'Let's keep going south.' I told her we need to get back to Gilneas before nightfall and she said, 'No we don't, let's keep going until we hit Stranglethorn Vale and then go even farther.' "Genn smiled at the thought. "I asked her, 'What about my kingdom?' she said, 'We don't need it, we can survive,' She never wanted my kingdom and at that moment I knew I was in love with her. With someone like her I knew the whole world could be my kingdom. So, when that blood elf said those things to you I knew that she wasn't your enemy, she was jealous because SHE wanted to be the one to save you."

Anduin nodded, "She did, she gave me that mask."

Genn thought back and nodded, "I found this…" Genn handed him the note, "She is quite the poet. Can I ask you, when did you realize that you were in love with her?"

Anduin thought back, "I don't know. There was something about her when I first met her. She seemed a little nervous, but in spite of that she moved with a certain grace that made me think she must be from somewhere rich and elegant. It was so brave of her to tell me the truth about what really happened in Silvermoon and she had these unrealistic ambitions of peace. You know I thought, once she entered her first battle she would see the Horde for what they really were. When I gave her that lion and I felt how caring she was, she was almost in tears, and I was ashamed that this war would corrupt her." Anduin looked down and smiled as he remembered, "The next day a guardsman gave me a poem she wrote, and it was beautiful, flattering, and yet sad, and that I thought she was right. She would never have that kiss. I planned on breaking reality to her that my kingdom had to come first, that I needed to marry into noble blood. Then she told me she was, that she knew everything I was going through." Anduin nodded slightly, "I was somewhat relieved that she could relate, and I was hopeful actually." Anduin smiled, "I've never seen a more beautiful person because I didn't say no, I wanted to know where she was from, and she blurted out Dawnstar Village." Anduin shook his head, "Then it all came together, optimally I thought High Elf, but her skin was purple, and it didn't make sense, so when she started walking away from me I knew. I didn't want her to go, even though I knew. When I saw her face, I meant her real face without the purple makeup. Her first poem's last line was, 'The days and nights that haunt me, for the kiss I'll never have.' And when she did, when she kissed me, and I held on to her knowing that she… we got what we wanted." Anduin soaked his lips, "I felt like I wanted to freeze that moment, I held on to her face, we looked into each other's eyes, and I didn't want to let her go, but then she had to go because they found out what she was. How I felt and how I thought became conflicted." Anduin looked up at him, "It pulled me, and I didn't know what to do, but I knew I wanted her."

Genn looked away and shrugged, "Do you think that maybe you wanted to be with a blood elf because you couldn't before. Maybe she's this forbidden fruit?"

Anduin thought back, "No, I don't think so, maybe. Valeera's a blood elf and I've never felt like this about her. Perfectia said she fell in love with me the first time she saw me, if anything I felt that when we first met, but I couldn't understand what it was, until I did." Andiun thought back to when they first met, "Vereesa told me that she was 'melodramatic' and maybe she is."

Anduin breathed in and thought back, "She's written three poems to me so far." Anduin shook his head, "But there is something you should know about her though." Anduin half smiled as he thought back on the battle, "Do you know who Alexandros Mograine is?"

Genn shrugged, "Yeah." He said obviously, "He was the first Ashbringer."

Anduin rolled his eyes, "Well apparently he's her guardian spirit."

Genn looked at him somewhat shocked, "Wait, she, was she able to summon an Ashbringer from nowhere?" Genn asked.

"She summoned seven from nowhere or he did. He told me to stay away from her, that he would kill me if I tried to come near her again." Andiun recalled the memory.

Genn looked away, "I do know of her, The Alcoholic Highlord but frankly I've heard more interesting reports about the things that come out of her mouth. When you curse like a sailor, people assume that you drink like one too."

"You mean she's funny?"

"In more ways than you think, Anduin… She's a bit of a strumpet, promiscuous… and not just with men." He seemed a little sick, "I'm not saying that she doesn't care about you but… You can do better than that. There are other blood elves if that's what you want now."

He shook his head, "I don't want to be with a blood elf, I want to be with her."

Genn looked upward as he remembered her, "We can find someone with hips if you want, I know it's why you keep staring at that pear like that."

He looked at the pear and took a bite of it and the wait he was talking about was worth it. It didn't make the dramatic crunch noise, but it was soft, warm, and sweet. "That might have been the reason I was initially attracted to her but she means so much more to me now."

He sighed in surrender, "She was a pirate."

Anduin looked away and nodded his head, "That makes a lot of sense… She has an oddly sexual sense of humor."

Genn looked at him confused, "How many elves do you know from Silvermoon that actually grew up there?"

Anduin shrugged.

"Being romantic, conceited, and sexual is kind of how they are, or at least were. Has she put her tongue in your mouth?"

He nodded and smiled.

"They invented that." Genn shrugged, "I think I might need to look into this Anduin, if she is as powerful as I heard, it could really turn the tide of battle for us."

Anduin shook his head, "Just try to find her please, bring back my Love Poet."

Genn nodded, "Of course."

(Meanwhile)

Sylvanas looked over at Perfectia, "I said, 'What was that?' "

Perfectia looked down and shook her head. She looked up at Sylvanas, "I was saying goodbye to our home."

Sylvanas shook her head slightly and half smiled, "One; you're a terrible liar. Two; I could believe that if I didn't just see that boy king wave back at you."

Perfectia kept her head down and shrugged, "I- "

"Where have you been for the past few weeks?" Sylvanas asked, "I was resupplying troops and adventures with the best equipment gold could buy, for those that helped me eradicate the Kaldorei, and you're not wearing any of that armor." She stated.

Perfectia didn't look her in the eye, "I've been around." She looked Sylvanas in the eye, "You know I thought all that killing was a waste of money."

Sylvanas looked at her, "What happened to your arm?" she looked at Perfectia as she saw it was completely limp.

Perfectia touched it and she couldn't move it, "I used the Ashbringer too much during our fight with the Alliance. I would have killed Alleria if Anduin didn't intervene, you can ask Nathanos, he was there."

Perfectia heard Nathanos laughing behind her, "Yeah, I saw you do a lot of questionable things out there, blood elf, you had a killing blow on Anduin when you knocked him on his back and you didn't take it." Nathanos looked over to his warchief, "These paladins just don't have the stomach to do what needs to be done."

Perfectia thought back, "I don't remember that. He tried to kill me…" she looked down, thought back at the memory, and shook her head, "… and then I was here."

Sylvanas looked at Perfectia and looked up above her head.

Perfectia noticed, "Stop looking at him." She ordered, "Look at my face, I'm telling the truth."

"What is she talking about?" Nathanos asked.

"Nothing that concerns you." Sylvanas looked over at Nathanos, "Your too unstable. I don't think I'll be able to use you if you can't control that thing inside you." She said to her, "Nathanos, take back the Azerite she stole."

Nathanos grabbed her from the back, "Oh look, she made it into a necklace." He said as he grabbed at her.

"No!" Perfectia screamed, "No, please don't!" Perfectia tried to fight but she couldn't move her arm or use any of her powers in the weakened state. Nathanos grabbed the necklace, pulled it off, and tossed it to Sylvanas.

Sylvanas looked at it in disgust and looked at her. Perfectia fell to her knees and could only cover her face with one hand, "What is this?" Sylvanas asked.

Perfectia shook her head and couldn't think of any lie that could cover this up, "It's Anduin." She spoke truthfully.

Sylvanas bent down and grabbed her by the hair and put the necklace in front of her, "I can see that, but where did you get it from?" she demanded.

Perfectia was about to say something but Nathanos intervened, "He must have given it to her, that's why she was attacking the Azerite machine." He said. "Can you explain yourself now!?"

Sylvanas lifted up Perfectia's face with her fingers, "Did my lovely little Ashbringer just turn traitor on me?"

Perfectia shook her head in panic, "No, warchief." She looked in her warchief's eyes and looked down, "Please don't look at me like that." She said ashamed.

Sylvanas got closer to Perfectia's face, "Then you better start telling me the truth, no jokes, no sarcasm, no snarky attitude, or I will kill you right here; where have you been for the past few weeks?" she asked softly.

Perfectia looked down and shook her head as she recalled the thoughts, "I was in Stormwind, in disguise… and, I fell in love with Anduin."

Sylvanas smiled, and started laughing, she stood up, touched Perfectia's necklace to her forehead and looked down at her. "I suppose he must have fallen in love with you too, if he gave you this."

Perfectia thought back on the battlefield, "For a time…" she said lightly.

Sylvanas put one hand on her hip and pointed outward, "It's obvious if he was waving to you from afar that he must feel something for you." She said,

Baine Bloodhoof stepped forward, "Warchief, if I may be so bold. Maybe we could use this to our advantage."

Sylvanas put her hand on her other hip and looked at him, "Are you going to suggest that we hold her hostage or that I play matchmaker?"

Perfectia spoke out, "That won't work, he already said he never wanted to see me again, and the last thing I remember before I was on this ship was him nearly killing me."

Lor'themar Theron, the leader of the blood elves stepped in, "Yeah right, you're just trying to save your own skin. You were suppose to behead him, not bed him"

Nathanos stepped in, "The warchief just said no jokes Lor'themar and she's right, I have never seen that boy strike with that much ferocity before. Even when I was fighting him."

"Warchief," Perfectia began, "for as long as I've been in the Horde, it has always been the voice of tolerance and compromise, and the Alliance has been the voice of elitism and outdated beliefs, and we were so close to leaving this all behind."

"You betrayed us Perfectia," Lor'themar stated, "how can you even call yourself a Sin'Dorei, did you fornicate with him? The void elves were one thing, but this is a whole new low."

Perfectia looked at Lor'themar angrily, "Speaking of outdated beliefs, that would be twice now that you tried to bring our people into the Alliance, right? Would you have rejoined the Alliance if Alleria hadn't nearly corrupted the Sunwell?" she shrugged, "Because that was her original plan. I remember you were quite accepting of a High Elf that not only fornicated with a human, but brought a half breed into the ranks of the Horde? Wouldn't that be the third time you tried to weasel your way back into the Alliance?"

Lor'themar was taken back by the statement. "You're joking right?"

Perfectia shook her head, no. "If I was joking I would have called you a vag badger, not a weasel. It's more literal."

Everyone repressed a laugh at that, except Lor'themar of course.

"Arator has never taken any side, even when Rhonin died, he proved himself several times over, he never betrayed us." He said angrily between his teeth.

Perfectia shrugged slightly and shook her head, "Well, just know that I've learned things while I was there, and I was looking out for my people. I called out Alleria when she tried to lie to Anduin about what happened at the Sunwell, and he agreed to keep the void elves out of Silvermoon."

Lor'themar looked downward and couldn't think of what to say.

"So, what does this all mean?" Sylvanas asked.

"It means Anduin and I would have left the battlefield and just been gone. He wouldn't have been a thorn in your side anymore." Perfectia thought back, "I was so close, Sylvanas you have no idea."

She looked at Perfectia curiously, "What happened?"

Perfectia grew angry as she recalled the thought, "That bitch Jaina Proudmore showed up with her stupid flying boat and RUINED EVERYTHING FOR ME!" Perfectia shook her head, "I tried to kill her. I threw the Ashbringer with the piece of Azerite you gave me." She sighed, "But I missed." Perfectia looked up at Sylvanas, "and that's why Anduin was trying to kill me on that battlefield."

Sylvanas crossed her arms and looked at Perfectia, "Looks like both of our plans were foiled because of her."

Perfectia stood up with her hand out, and looked at the necklace, "Warchief, let me convince him that our approach is better or that he doesn't need to be burdened by his kingdom anymore."

Sylvanas looked at her questionably, "And if he doesn't agree."

Perfectia half smiled and thought back regretfully, "Then I know that he must have fallen in love with Jaina Proudmore and I will gladly watch you turn him into a mindless undead." Perfectia lifted her head proudly, "I think he will trust me enough to meet me someplace." Perfectia shook her hand toward the necklace that was taken from her.

Baine Bloodhoof crossed his arms, "I don't like the sound of it, but none of our other methods have worked."

Sylvanas put the necklace back in her hand and Perfectia put it around her neck, "If you see him I want a report. Don't you dare hide anything from me from this point on, understand?" Sylvanas smiled and shook her head, "I suppose you're back to spying again. Try to do a better job this time. You're all dismissed." She looked out to everyone.

Sylvanas went down to the lower level of her airship and sat down on the war table that was there. Nathanos followed behind when everyone was clear, "My queen, please don't tell me you actually believed that."

Sylvanas shook her head and looked at him angrily, "What am I supposed to do!? Nathanos, if you knew what that woman was capable of you would know that it's better if she was facing our enemies." Sylvanas crossed her arms and shook her head, "Every time I see that woman I see that old spirit scowling at me."

Nathanos looked at her questionably, "I think you know this can go very bad for us, she could turncoat again, and we'll be facing her out there. Also, what spirit are you talking about?"

Sylvanas sighed, "The spirit of Alexandros Mograine is inside her body. I suppose you would have had to have been a banshee to notice, but I see him every time she comes by."

Nathanos laughed, "You're afraid of her."

Sylvanas half smiled, laughed a little, shook her head, and looked at him, "Ten years ago, in the Northrend Campaign she wouldn't even answer to her name, just 'paladin'. Never took off her helmet and took a maniacal joy and had the most unrelenting obsession I've ever heard of in killing every undead that she could find. Most of the time she needed to be supervised so she didn't accidentally kill any of my Forsaken, not that it helped. You have no idea the property damage she caused. However I knew she was the kind soldier I needed with me in the Halls of Reflection. If you saw what she did there you'd be afraid too."

Nathanos looked at her confused, "So she was a talented soldier with high prowess for battle. We have a few 'adventures' like that in our ranks."

She clicked her teeth and looked up, "That's what I thought too." She thought back, "I got a glimpse of what that spirit could do and heard it as well, and I think Arthas was surprised, but he couldn't be killed there, but it didn't come from a lack of trying on her part." Sylvanas shook her head in disgust, "We escaped, and she held on to me and said, 'Sylvanas, I saw my mother. We have to get her out of there.' and seemed to have no recollection of what she did. So it was such a waste when the Argent Crusade said she couldn't go into Icecrown Citadel."

Nathanos shook his head at her, "I'm sorry, it seems like you were close at one point."

Sylvanas nodded, "You and I both know that this curse represses feeling joy, happiness, and even lust. But it also suppresses pain, empathy, shame, and even regret. And I still jumped off of Icecrown Citadel. Me and her both went through the same thing but what she was hit with was unfiltered. She gained all that weight and I knew I failed her, I couldn't stand to look at her anymore, because I saw in her what could have been me."

"How?"

She looked away and remembered back. "What if I just gave Arthas the key?"

They both had a moment of silence to reflect on the 'what if' scenario.

Sylvanas broke it, "If it wasn't for that mindless buffoon Garrosh Hellscream, Tirion Fordring might have given her the Ashbringer." She sighed, "But even I could see what that would have done to the balance of power between the Horde and the Alliance. If this were anyone else I would have killed them right there, but then again. I'm not sure if I can."

Nathanos grunted out a laugh, "You're the Banshee Queen, I've seen you control all manner of undead. Isn't there some way you can extract that spirit from her body?"

Sylvanas looked at him with sudden realization, and then a smile. "Not that I know of, now." She stood up, approached him, and put her hand under his chin, "This is why you're my champion Nathanos, you're so… Useful to me."

Nathanos bowed his head, "I live to serve you my queen."

Sylvanas crossed her arms, "Watch her for now, if she faints loyalty we will hold her until we figure something out." Sylvanas laughed to herself, "I do like the idea of controlling whatever that thing is myself."

(This chapter is somewhat disturbing)

I can't seem to bring myself to write about the battle at Lordaeron, there was so much I missed.

I want this story to be good. My story. It may not be pretty in parts, but it's honest. A reminder that sometimes to get your happily ever after you need to fall down a few times. You need to have suffered in that bottomless dark pit of despair until you see a light of hope. I remember my mother sitting by my bedside and in her soft whisper telling me the story of how I got my name. I close my eyes, and I can still see her smile, I can hear her voice soothe and reassure me. She'd tell me every morning how I got my name. Her Perfect Little Dawnlight.

There were so many things I was unsure of and I can't believe I survived it. I'm thankful to some degree, but Anduin, he tried to kill me, twice. I can't play the victim though, I tried to kill Jaina Proudmoore and I nearly killed Alleria, but she knows now, Sylvanas I mean. I do want Anduin to myself and I would have taken him with or without his kingdom, but now without it is the only choice I have. I have to work with Sylvanas and figure out some way to make peace, make him leave his kingdom, maybe change the minds of his advisers and this seems so much bigger than anything I ever thought I could do.

At one point I wanted to free all the slaves at Tempest Keep but the task seemed too big. I gave up on it and just did what I always did, but now I look off and the distance and I see Anduin and I know I have to fight, I have to try harder than I've ever tried anything before and I'm afraid I'll fail.

I'm going to take steps then, I'm an elf and I can live for a really long time. Even if it takes until Anduin is an old man, I'm going to keep trying until he's mine again. I will feel his lips, his hands, and those eyes again. I just wish I could think of a good plan, I wonder what Vereesa would think of this, I could really use her advice right now.

I've always kind of liked the sound of the word Melfina, because it has the word 'elf' in it and my name Perfectia is, well, a little far from the truth. I'm not perfect, I was to my mother though, at least that's what I'd like to think. I hope the dreams about her aren't really her but based on my own insecurities. I was told that when I was born I needed to be dipped into the Sunwells waters to see if I had magic or not, as all newborns are. She hadn't given me a name when I was born, she was nervous because my father was magicless, but when she dipped me in the Sunwell's waters and my eyes glowed. She said I was Perfect, and that's all she ever called me from that point on. My perfect little dawn light, she would say.

She was a good mother and Perfectia's a good name, I just don't know if I can be that.

—-

Anduin returned to Stormwind and found out that the leader of the Dark Iron dwarves Moira Thaurissan had the most information about Perfectia Dawnlight, and he asked her to come to the Stormwind Emissary, "So can you tell me anything about Perfectia Dawnlight?" Anduin asked.

"Aye, she was one of the first female blood elf Highlords of the paladin order, but she quit almost two weeks after she had the job." Moira stated.

"And the drinking problem?" Genn asked.

Moira rolled her eye's, "Lies, I've drank with her and while I won't say she's a lightweight, the drunk I remember her as does not warrant any level of truth compared to the rumors I've heard."

Anduin nodded slightly, somewhat relieved, "Then why did she leave the Paladin Order then?"

She rolled her eye's, "Other than the fact that she was referred to as 'The Alcoholic Highlord' and other varieties of insulting nicknames that had to do with her weight or bad Orcish and Common?"

Genn and Anduin looked at each other, "We should all understand more than anyone what it's like to have our leadership questioned, teased, or belittled by not only the enemies or the peasantry." Genn stated.

Anduin nodded in agreement, "I agree, Sylvanas isn't the only person that has referred to me as 'boy king' or 'little lion'."

Moria sighed, "Perfectia, strong as she was or is, she wasn't as thick skinned as us, I suppose. She might have been able to deflect any direct insult with a funny comeback or two, but when it came from all directions she would cry or hide away at times. Not to mention how many people body shamed her on a regular basis. So there were two main reasons; one that most people know. And the other is what most people don't know about, we kidnapped her."

Anduin and Genn looked at her questionably, "Why?" Anduin asked.

Moira breathed in and began to explain, "Ever since I've been back to Ironforge, me and my father have been trying to make another Ashbringer and we've gotten really close to the design, but that crystal was impossible to find or to make. That special something that made it float in midair just above the metal. Even with the same spells my father used to make the first one it couldn't be done. Then, he turned to crystal to commune with the Heart of Azeroth and I was on my own."

Moira thought back, "After the invasion of the Broken Isles I had a dream about A'dal the Naaru in Shattrath City. He told me to come to him and thinking what did I have to lose to pay it a visit? It spilled the beans on where I can find more Rezalb Crystals and I finally had what I was missing to finish the Ashbringer or Ashbringer's."

Anduin thought back at the other adventures, "That's why there are so many of them now."

Moira nodded, "Aye, but there wasn't anything like the first one my father built. It sang to Alexandros Mograine and then it sang to Perfectia Dawnlight. I couldn't make them as good, but we were close. Then we needed more Ashbringer's to fight the Legion and not a weapon that was exclusive to Paladins. We needed the corrupted one and I didn't know how to make it, but then I saw it in Perfectia Dawnlights hands while I was looking for more crystals, I saw that she had two, and I knew she had the original one as well."

Moria laughed to herself, "So I told my men to kidnap her, I mean she already told everyone in the order she quit, so I figured no one would miss her. Adventures took fake ones, and they didn't seem to care, but I wanted that corrupted one she had. I mean could you imagine an Ashbringer in every warrior, death knight, or hunter's hands? We were just breaking even, and I wanted to make more."

Moria lifted her eyebrows as she remembered back, "But when we got her on the ship she showed us what it really was, and she told us that it didn't come from a forge, it came from her." Moria laughed at the thought, "But then pirates attacked our ship and after she helped us escape from their lower deck she convinced them not to hurt us. They dropped us off at port, but she chose to stay with them. I asked her why she would choose to stay, and she said, 'This is the closest thing to peace I've ever known.' She held her hand out to the pirates and said, 'Horde and Alliance races working together, pulling their weight' and she didn't want to go back to that pointless war. "

Anduin nodded, "Yeah, that sounds like her." He said with a reminiscent smile.

Moria smiled as she saw Anduin's face, "Why she quit was because she thought she was being corrupted by all the demons she was killing. She felt that if she became corrupted, the Ashbringer would become corrupted as well, and she could have been right. The Legion spent weeks trying to bring it back to its corrupted nature and they couldn't, and it was probably because of her. She shared a link with the sword that Tirion Fordring knew about and all of the other Highlords before her knew about as well."

"How?" Anduin asked Moria.

"Because my father built the sword, it was made for Alexandros Mograine's hand, but when he was forging it he noticed that there were pieces of Alexandros's soul inside the crystal. A crystal that kept him crippled and severed his connection with the Light for several years and I think that's why the other Ashbringers didn't sing"

"And now that piece of Alexandros's soul is inside her." Anduin stated.

Moira looked at him questionably, "How did you know?"

Anduin thought back and smiled slightly, "I, we…" he looked into the dwarf's eye's, "I'm in love with her." He shrugged.

Moira smiled, "I'm happy for you." She put her hand on the back of her head and thought back, "You know usually I wouldn't approve of you being with any elf, but she does have some good meat on her bones. Good on you for going practical."

Anduin laughed.

"Where is she?" She asked.

Anduin smiled slightly and shook his head, "I was hoping you could tell us."

Moria shrugged, "The Paladin Order in Light's Hope might have some information, she talked about Olisarra the Kind of few times, but there have been so many Highlords that have come and gone, but why isn't she here now, why aren't you married, if you're in love with her, I mean?"

Anduin looked away, "She's a blood elf, I'm a human."

Moria looked at him questionably, "So, you're keeping her a secret? I guess I understand why you wouldn't make this public information, but if I remember correctly don't you have a blood elf working with your MI:7 agents? That woman always gave me the worst scare every time your father sent her as a messenger."

"Valeera, yes but…" Anduin began to explain.

"There were complications." Genn Graymane stepped in.

"I met her on the battlefield when we invaded Lordaeron," Anduin spoke truthfully, "I… "he paused and sighed regretfully, "I tried to kill her."

Moira's eyes went wide, "Why?"

Anduin thought back and shook his head stressfully, "She tried to kill Jaina, I thought she was tied with Sylvanas, that this whole thing was a set up to take me away from my kingdom. She said she wanted me to run away with her."

Moria looked at him in shock and disgust, "And you thought that was a good reason to try to kill her?" She shook her head at him, "Because she wanted you away from that cursed battle, a battle that didn't get us anything."

Genn looked away from her, "I stopped him, and she ran back to the members of the Horde." He said.

"Thank you Genn." Moria said with a bow. "So, what happened after that?"

Anduin shrugged slightly, "Jaina turned the tide of battle for us, she cleared the Blight that was breaking our ranks. So, we advanced forward."

"Did you know you would meet her on the battlefield?" Moria asked.

Anduin shrugged slightly and looked away, "I assumed that there could be a possibility."

"Did you meet her?" Moria asked blankly.

Anduin nodded, "Eventually, I saw her."

She shook her head and shrugged slightly, "Did you try to call her? See if she would join you in your fight?"

He looked down and shook his head, "No." He said blankly.

"Did she try to stop you?"

"She didn't have a weapon and she kept shaking her head at me. We were outnumbered, but then Alleria and her void elves showed up. I think Perfectia found motivation to fight when she showed up."

Moria looked away and shook her head, "Did you try to kill her again?"

Anduin looked back on the moment, "Yes." He was ashamed and shrugged slightly, "I was heartbroken."

"Because of something you assumed," Moria raised her voice, "if you knew anything about her!" Moria thought back, "We thought we weren't going to need to summon Illidan, because we had her, and I tried so hard to get her to come back, but not because of her prowess in battle, but because she was my friend. She had never used her powers for anything but to protect the innocent or right injustice." Tears were forming in Moria's eyes and they could hear it in her voice, "and you tried to kill her, twice?"

Anduin tried to argue his case, "She was going to kill Alleria, she had her pinned down and she was slamming her head against the floor."

"Did she headbutt her?" She asked.

He thought back and tried to remember, "No."

Moria remembered back on how Perfectia fought, "She wasn't trying to kill her. If she headbutted her she would have." She laughed slightly, "That woman lied to you during the emissary meeting," She thought back, "I was in that meeting. Now that I think about it I should have recognized her, you didn't even try to restrain her, did you? You just slammed your sword into her as hard as you could, right?"

Anduin looked downward and nodded. "If the spirit of Alexandros Morgaine didn't intervene," he shrugged, "I think I would have killed her."

Moria looked at Anduin with wide eyes and nodded, "He was a good man, my father said he is what all Paladins should inspire too and even in the afterlife. You don't deserve to hold a candle to him and you definitely don't deserve her."

Anduin looked at her in shock and shook his head, "I'll do anything to get her back, I'm so sorry for what I did, I would never do that again."

Moria grunted out a laugh, "Yeah, that sounds familiar. Do you know who Dagran Thaurissan was?"

Anduin shrugged and shook her head.

"He kidnapped me and forced me to be his wife. Well, I agreed, Stockholm Syndrome you understand, but he gave me everything I wanted, and he would break anyone that even looked at me cross-eyed. It felt like power and I liked it, but I couldn't leave. I became pregnant with his child, and that does something to you. You stop being so selfish, you start thinking about what kind of life you want to bring your child into. So, when I was against summoning a monster like Ragnaros the Firelord, he beat me to the point where I lost my child." She thought back and was disturbed by the thought, "It was still alive when it came out, but there was no magic I could use to save it." Moria looked at Anduin, "He said the same thing you just said, but it wasn't the last time. I said, 'I would never lay with you again.' And it got so much worse from there. He would drug me, force himself on me, and he would hit me in front of everyone if I didn't toe to line like one of his soldiers. I had another child that wasn't beaten out of me, he named him after himself. I've always called him Junior, because I hate saying his name out loud." Moria laughed slightly, "Thank the Light he died by a bunch of strangers trying to loot his treasures."

Genn shook his head, "That isn't Anduin, he's a good king."

Moria laughed slightly and nodded, "Like his father, you know I heard he used to have an issue with anger. I'm sure if your mother was alive long enough, that she would have gotten to see him at his worst."

Anduin shook his head slightly and looked at her enraged, "Don't." he said softly, "Don't you dare."

Moria laughed, "Do you know that Katrana Prestor used to change your diapers, Anduin? A dragon hell bent on the world's destruction. Thank the Light there was always a war to be fought, because if he had to step up and be a real parent he would have failed."

"Shut up!" Anduin yelled as he pulled off his sword off his back and slammed it toward the dwarf, Moria moved slightly out of the way, kicking at his knees out from under him, and putting Anduin on his stomach, she pulled off her club, and slammed it toward his head, but stopping an inch away.

"You're a monster, Anduin Wrynn." Moria said and put the club back on her belt buckle. She backed away from him, "But you're still my king." She stepped away from him and looked away, "You have my Dark Irons and I'll tell you a little bit more about Perfectia Dawnlight but only because I want you to know how dangerous she is, but I would rather die than help you, put her back in your embrace."

So, Moira Thaurissan told Anduin about how Perfectia Dawnlight got her power and what she could do with the Ashbringer.

"So, if there's nothing else." Moira stated.

Anduin nodded, "There was one thing… would you say she was a bit melodramatic."

She rolled her eyes and thought back, "She is quick to anger, weeping, and a tightly non-consensual hug on more than a few occasions. I had to kick her more than a few times to keep her from picking me up like a child. Get some rum in her system and she'll tell you some real dark stories without showing a drop of emotion."

"And you were tolerant with her behavior?" Genn asked.

She looked up at him, "Of course, no one is perfect, I wanted to meet her and him again, and what we shared." She looked back at Anduin and back at Genn, "Is none of your business."

Moira nodded slightly to both Anduin and Genn and left the emissary building.

"So, what happens now?" Genn asked.

Anduin shook his head, looked at the compass that had Perfectia's picture in it and made a motion like he was about to throw it against the wall, but he realized that he was his father's son for all that was good and all that was bad. "I feel like my will can break buildings and walls and enemies. I've never thought that that was a bad thing. But…" He looked up at Genn, "…it can destroy things I care about." He looked down and shook his head, "Love is tragedy, she told me once, and I keep hurting her and I keep wanting her more, but I don't want to hurt her again. I won't hurt her again, so I need to figure out how to not love her anymore." Anduin put his hand on his father's sword and held it out in front of him and saw it glow, "You know, I always wondered why my father never remarried, but now I understand why. He lived his life by the sword and with that, you lose so much, and you can't keep something that you're afraid of losing."

"He had you." Genn stated.

Anduin nodded, "During a time of peace, yes. But he was distant even when I was a young boy, Bolvar Fordragon acted more like a father than he did."

Genn shook his head, "That's not a bad thing."

Anduin thought back to his childhood, "And Onyxia?" he asked.

Genn sighed. "Was like your mother."

Anduin looked up and thought, "I don't think I really know how a family should function, but I don't think it's supposed to be like how I remember it. I don't think I should be with anyone."

Genn shrugged and shook his head, "Don't you think you're being a little too hard on yourself?"

Anduin looked at him blankly, "How would you feel if I married Tess, could you honestly look me in the eyes, and tell me that you wouldn't care if I got angry and hurt her or possibly killed her?"

Genn looked Anduin in the eyes angry and growled slightly, but calmed himself and put his head down, "I trust you but, no. Not after what I saw today and during the battle, you would have a war on your hands if anything happened to her. I'm sorry."

Anduin half smiled, "Don't be. I'm not as good as Perfectia thinks I am, and if I find her, I'm going to tell her I can't be with her."