Hello everyone. This is my first WoW fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy. This is rated M for obvious reasons.

PLEASE READ: Updated and very different from original story! please refresh yourself by reading again!

I do not own blizzard, duh.

-Allie

-Forbidden Weaknesses-

Chapter 1- Lost in the Jungle

Small, elven feet quickly skittered across foreign terrain. Tightly bounded roots growing up from the earth snatched at them and caused them to trip continuously. The night elf belonging to the feet just wanted to get out of the foggy jungle holding her captive; all she knew was that she was being tracked down by four horde members. She stood still for a moment, and listened.

Her sharp ears caught the snap of a twig about eight feet away, seemingly hiding behind a large, swollen-looking tree. She was no longer running; her lungs were already burning from exhaustion. She drew an arrow from the pouch on her back and strung her long, decorative bow. It creaked under the strain. She brought the bow's curve to shoulder's height and silently backed away, doing well in making no noise. The humidity of the jungle was getting to her; she was breathing heavily and her blue-lavender skin was coated with a thin film of sweat. Her mind was quickly processing her options as she stood, motionless.

Coming out of her feverish daze, she suddenly realized her companion wasn't by her side. The adrenaline must've clouded her thoughts. The huntress retrieved a colorful whistle from the knife pouch she kept tied around her thigh. She brought the end to her dry lips and took a deep breath before a silent call was sent out over the land that was directed to only one creature in the world who could hear it. The huntress sat completely still, waiting for either an attack, or for her companion to join her. Her brow furrowed in angry fear at the thought of her pet being slain.

"Please don't be dead, my friend." She whispered to herself. Her fists tightened their hold on the bow.

Very nearby, three horde males were discussing the means to end the dreadfully alone elf's life. A hidden rogue was making his way back to the group after watching her fidget for awhile.

"She a hunta. I tink she jus' called a pet. Da call was silent tho'. I neva seen a silent hunta's whistle." The rogue's whispers trailed off. The three other members glanced at each other, but quickly started to discuss again.

"Alright, do any of you remember killing an animal that was connected to her?" A large Tauren questioned with a deep, calming voice. No one answered.

"That means she still has a pet. And if she's so closely bonded with it that she uses a silent whistle, she's most likely a powerful huntress." The others looked at him quietly.

The night elf sat down against a tree to rest and wait for her pet to hopefully return. She closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing. Suddenly, a low howl pierced the humid air. Her ears perked up and she listened intently; high pitched whimpers were coming from behind her. She opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings. No movement. She inhaled and stood stiffly, still holding her bow tightly at the ready. She scooted around the tree and crouched, knowing she was being watched. 'Might as well not seem like a threat.' The elf thought.

She stood up a bit and walked cautiously towards the quiet whimpers. She got far enough away that she felt she could call her pet's name.

"Luna! Luna, I'm here." She called while glancing around her. After a minute or so of quiet stillness, she heard footsteps to the left of her, her senses telling her it was an animal. A sad smile lifted her lips. Kneeling close to the ground, she held her hands out to her pet. The large wolf was taller than her while she was in this position. Luna came closer and opened her mouth in a panting grin. The Elf wrapped her arms around Luna's neck, snuggling with her. They shared silent secrets no one else would ever hear; their bond was so deep that they could hear each other's thoughts. The Elf's people told her many times how unique it is to be so connected to nature. She looked over Luna and ran her fingers through her thick coat; it was lustrous and black as the night sky. She had perfectly long legs, slender but sturdy and eyes a savage yellow with large pupils. But her wolf was a fierce opponent in battle. She was much larger than most wolves, since the elf raised her since she was a pup. Her size was made up of sheer muscle, but her lengthy legs made her quick and agile.

"Veya… You do know of horde nearby, correct?" The wolf asked her master.

"Yes, I've been running from them for hours. Where have you been?" She questioned Luna sternly, their silent conversation becoming strained.

"There is a large horde encampment near a river, they captured me and held me there. I heard your call and chewed the ropes, ran away and found you. The Horde most likely thought they could use me as bait." Veya nodded and scratched behind Luna's ears. The wolf growled deep in her chest in appreciation.

"Are you hurt at all?"

"No, I am not. They barely touched me."

"Well that's good. They only meant me harm." Veya patted the wolf's large head and glanced around. Nothing could be heard, nothing but the tree branches brushing against each other, and the birds cawing noisily. Veya heightened her senses; she heard a distant river splashing against a shore. She closed her eyes and listened, feeling Luna's gaze on her face. Casual sounds of a rain forest played out, frogs croaking, large cats growling in play... and people walking.

Her eyes snapped open, and she stood soundlessly. Her gaze instantly went to Luna, who was standing closely to the elf's legs. Her hand reached down and grabbed some of Luna's fur, transmitting a thought into her head.

"When I say run, you run. No excuses."

"Yes." The wolf's thoughts came back. Veya looked out past the trees and vegetation, searching for one movement that would cue them to flee. Her luminescent eyes caught what appeared to be a shadowed figure, barely noticeable.

'A rogue.'

Veya crouched, not taking her eyes off of the unmoving target. She lifted her bow and took aim, for self-defense if needed. The figure shifted slightly, a turn of the head maybe. She couldn't detect any other humanoids in the vicinity; just one stealthy rogue.

"Luna, do you see it?" Veya touched the wolf's head.

"The rogue? Yes, barely."

"What race? Can you tell?" The elf didn't move a muscle.

The wolf paused. "…Tusks, longs ears, and bent body."

Veya's eyes widened. 'Troll...' She thought. Her heart sped up and she shifted her bow down towards the ground. With a free hand, she wiped the sweat off her brow and took a deep breath.

'Of course, the one being I know I can't defeat.' Veya's thoughts were running together in confusion. She drew a blank on ways to attack, ways to hide, and ways to escape. She looked back up to the silent figure ahead and stared quietly. He moved slightly and seemed to be staring at her right back.

Tye'Jin sat silently, staring at the face of a young night elf. Her features got to him the most; she was covered in sweat. Her skin a light lavender color, and white, silvery hair fell down her back in wavy streams. She was slim, but had meat on her bones. Her eyes were extremely bright in the dim light of the jungle, being a ghostly periwinkle. She possessed a face with a perfectly defined shape, fair and beautiful. Beside her was a very large, intimidating wolf. Her wolf was jet black, and had fierce, yellow eyes. Both of them were very unique in Tye'Jin's eyes. He had never seen such a beautiful night elf, or such an obviously powerful huntress. He could tell she and the wolf were sharing thoughts, maybe even discussing how to attack him. Shifting closer to the tree, he tried to hide himself, even though he was already hidden in the shadows; yet he knew they could see his faded outline.

His comrades had dispersed a while ago, giving him the job of slaying her. They offered help, but Tye'Jin said he'd finish her off himself and that they should search for other alliance.

Which was quite the lie.

The second he saw her blow that silent whistle, he respected her, and decided to inspect her a little more closely. Now he's beginning to realize this could turn ugly quickly.

Suddenly the elf stood and looked straight at him. His eyes widened and he flinched slightly from the sudden eye contact. The elf's eyes were calm and sincere, while he felt his face heating up. She took one step forward, lowering her bow and putting the loaded arrow back into her quiver. Hooking the bow to her back, she let her arms fall to her sides. He could hear the wolf's low growls from beside her, but they were quickly silenced when she laid her hand on its head. He then heard quiet words spoken in common:

"Are you alone?" She had a voice that sounded like waves lapping against a beach.

"Ya, I am." He kept his voice as even as possible. Her luminous eyes scanned the area surrounding them.

"Are you lying?"

Tye'Jin's heart skipped a beat when he heard her voice come out so menacing.

"Nah mon. Mah comrades left 'while ago. 'Spected me ta finish ya off." He looked at her with dull eyes, playing the casual non-caring troll.

"And will you?" She glared harshly. Tye'Jin eyed her carefully and gave her a smirk.

"Nah. Leetle elves like you be deservin respect, not slaughterin'". His heavy accent was becoming more and more apparent and her eyes lit up in fascination.

"Why respect me? Are we not opposing factions?" She crossed her arms and stared at him intently.

"You a great hunta, obviously. You and dat wolf got a powerful bond, and I saw ya silent whistle. Nevah seen anyting like dat befoh." Her expression softened only slightly.

"I never thought I'd encounter a Troll that would compliment my hunting skills." She brushed her sweaty hair out of her face, tucking the strands behind her ears. He noticed her ears had four piercings going down them in perfect lines. And now that she was closer, he saw she had small hand-made beads braided into the ends of her locks. He spoke his thoughts aloud:

"Ya be admirin trolls?" He mentally kicked himself for asking that. But then saw her eyes widen greatly, and she stomped her foot.

"Ah-no!" She fidgeted and tried to put her hair behind her back, she knew he saw the beads. He chuckled quietly while watching her stress over nothing.

"Da name's Tye'Jin." He leaned to one foot and looked her in the eyes.

"I am Veya." She went completely cool again, but looked at him suspiciously. Why would he tell her his name? They would most likely never meet again.

"Why ya he'uh leetle Elf? Ya know dis place means trouble for ya, right?" He asked.

"Well, I was collecting herbs, when my hippogryph was spooked by a huge cat and flew off. So… where are we?" Rubbing his hairless chin, he contemplated exaggerating a bit. He decided against telling her how dangerous it was, she obviously already knew that.

"We be in Sholazar Basin leetle elf, hottest place in Northrend." He got close to her face and stared at her with very wide eyes. She leaned back slightly and stared at his ivory tusks. Eyeballing the tight, gold bands around each of them and a small urge to touch them rose up in her stomach.

"Then I need to find my hippogryph and leave…" She looked down and back up at him with a curious face "…Will you help me?"

Considering her request, Tye'Jin stretched an upturned palm in her direction.

"If ya pay meh."

Veya snorted. "You can't be serious."

Tye'Jin turned from her and shrugged. "Suit yaself, elfie."

"Ugh, alright!" With a groan, she reached into a small pouch on her side and looked at him.

"How much?"

The Troll laughed. "Ten gold."

Veya's jaw went slack as she gawked at him. She barely had any money on her; the rest of it was on her mount! "I don't have that much on my person; you'll have to reconsider!"

"Well den… I suppose ya will hafta pay me in different ways." A huge smirk practically took up his whole face. Veya gave him a withering look.

'This is going to be exhausting…' Veya thought with a loud sigh. "Lead on."

He turned around and started digging in his packs. Veya stepped closer to him and looked over his shoulder, trying to catch a glance of what he was looking for. He then pulled out a dark, rounded whistle. He placed it to his lips and blew; the call wasn't long. Veya quickly turned her head to the sound of pounding feet.

A huge wolf flew out from in between two trees, and came to a sudden halt in front of Tye'Jin. Its claws dug into the ground and hot clouds flooded from its nostrils. It was pure white, with blue and silver armor covering its body. The troll was obviously experienced. He looked back at Veya and smirked. He grabbed the wolf's fur on its neck and hopped onto its back, holding a hand out to the elf after getting situated. She studied his hand for a few seconds then glanced at Luna, who was staring at the gigantic white wolf. Veya quickly transmitted her thoughts to Luna.

"You must follow us. Do you think you can?"

"Yes. Do not worry for me."

Veya turned back to his hand and grabbed hold of it firmly. It was rough, but warm and inviting. He pulled her onto the saddle with ease.

"Elf, hold onta mah waist." Tye'Jin was secretly excited for this. Veya growled and did as she was told. She looked back at her pet and smiled softly. The wolf gave her a toothy dog's grin. Suddenly she was jerked forward from the wolf's movements. Soon they were traveling through thick vegetation, and dodging tall trees. Luna was keeping up just fine, not even seeming tired after fifteen minutes or so.

"Stay low, if ya can elf." Tye'Jin said firmly.

"You know, I do have a name." She stated and ducked her head behind his armored shoulders. He shifted and looked at her from the corner of his eye.

"..It be seemin too formal ta call ya by ya name." He straightened once again. Veya didn't reply, but looked back at how Luna was doing.

Veya's eyes widened at the sight behind her. Her wolf was being attacked by at least four large cats, a brutal battle between common enemies. She let go of the troll immediately and ran for her pet, loading her bow with an arrow while dodging plants.

"Luna!" Her voice rang out over the canopy, long after Tye'Jin started running behind the elf. Veya lifted her bow, and gracefully took a battle stance. Her body was acting on its own, for adrenaline blocked her mind from making decisions. An arrow flew through the air, screaming as it went. It collided with a furred object, straight through its head. One of the cats fell over on its side, motionless. Luna was taking two, and one was rushing straight at Veya. She loaded two arrows; she had become quite talented at sending more than one arrow through the vital organs of her prey. She let go of the bow's string, sending both arrows directly into the skulls of the cats. They fell silently to the ground. One last cat was clawing at Luna. Veya drew an arrow from her pouch, loaded it against the bow string, and…

A large dagger lodged into the cat's throat. The beast clawed at the wound, but soon collapsed from the lack of oxygen. Veya lowered her weapon with slender eyebrows raised and turned to look behind her. Tye'Jin was standing quietly behind her, holding a dagger in each hand. She gave him an "I'm sorry." look and turned back to Luna. She limped over to the elf and sat on her haunches. Veya knelt and sat on her knees, then closed her eyes and waited for the soft green lights to glow around her hands. She opened her eyes and started to gently massage Luna's body, healing her wounds. The elf finished and took out a large rune stone from one of her packs. Her hand hovered over it, then a blue light flashed, and a large portal formed in front of her. Through it she could see Stormwind stables. Luna walked through it without any noise. Veya closed the portal and looked at Tye'Jin.

"Thank you for the help." Veya's gaze felt as if it went straight through him.

"Nice job." He grinned at her and they smiled at each other for a second, until he turned and hopped back on the wolf.

"Come," He said as he sheathed his daggers. "Let's go find ya bird ting."

And so she did.