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Author's note: I really feel that Jaina should be held accountable for the onslaught she unleashed against the Blood Elves in Dalaran. And here, she gets what she deserves. At least in my opinion. Also, I pulled a minor character, Thalia Lightcaster from my Tragic Princess story. She will be the main OC, here. Some more will pop up from one of my other unpublished stories.

Bitch, you be crazy!

The air was hot and steamy, and it was very hard to breath. The intense humidity was frizzling her long black hair, and making it stick down her back. She was sweating profusely and the constant buzzing of the millions upon millions of insects was driving her insane. The smell was just unbearable, she had resulted to breathing from her mouth just so that she didn't lose her lunch. No matter how carefully she walked, she always ended up standing on puddles of stale, filthy water, filled with Light knows what king of creatures, both dead and alive. Already, she had been bitten several times at several different places by whatever passed as mosquitoes on Draenor. It may be a wanderous planet, even more fascinating than Azeroth with its diversity of ecosystems, but Zangara was really getting on her nerves. 'Magical lay lines, my well rounded, perky rear. Khadgar is mad as fuck for choosing this place to build his Arcane Tower', the Horde General shook her head, as she headed towards Khadgar's tower. The Shadow Priestess had just managed to track down, and capture Gul'dan's notorious assassin, Garona Halforcen. She tripped over countless traps, was chased by several swamp creatures and was even ambushed by the Rogue with a poisoned bolt while she kept taunting the Priestess to no end. But in the end, the Blood Elf cornered the notorious assassin in a cave. It was a vicious fight, Garona was fierce and powerful, her master, Gul'dan, had trained her well. But Thalia Lightcaster was no push over. She survived the three wars, the Burning Legion, the Scourge, Deathwing and the Sha. And more recently, Garosh Hellscream. She had been bruised, bloodied and beaten more times than she wanted to admit. She's been walking in the shadow of death for almost half a century now. And she was not going to allow a young, half Orcish Rogue escape her. She casted spell upon spell at Garona. Her "Shadow Word Pain" and "Vampiric Touch" spells, hurt and drained the Rogue greatly. "Shadowy Apparitions" left the Priestess and hit Garona hard, making her stumble backwards weakened and in excruciating pain. Shadow orbs generated by her magic, were surrounding Thalia in the form of black ravens. And she casted them all at Garona in the form of a "Devouring Plague", along with a "Mind Flay" spell. The combination of the two powerful spells, generated an even more powerful one, "Insanity", dropping Garona to her knees and then to her side, screaming in pain and fear. Thalia approached and knocked her out with her staff. By the time she came too, the Rogue was bound by powerful shackles and gagged in case she casted a spell. Thalia ransacked Garona's satchel to find the antidote that was causing her pain from the bolt the assassin shot at her. Being an Alchemist, she recognized it immediately and knew the amount she needed to take. She downed half of it, and kept the rest for research. She tugged at the chain, and forced Garona to stand up. She did not disarm the assassin from the fel poisoned dagger responsible for Khadgar's soon to be lethal wound if she didn't haul arse. She was going to send her straight to Khadgar's tower by the means of an incarceration/teleportation rune, so that the Magi can examine the dagger and discover a cure. Garona was too tightly and too completely bound to be able to use the dagger against Cordana or the Kirin Tor.

"You know, if I didn't pity you for what you've been through in your short miserable life, I would have killed you where you stand. But I know that Gul'dan is pulling your strings, and you're not truly responsible for the things you have done, both in this and our timeline, so I will let Khadgar help you free your self from the Warlock's control.", she informed Garona, and activated the rune that teleported the Rogue high up in Khadgar's tower without waiting for the assassin's reply.

Thalia found Khadgar still lying at the front of his tower, with Cordana Felsong by his side, just like she had left them about twenty minutes ago. But there was a new addition now. Jaina Proudwhore...er...Proudmoore, was kneeling beside him. Thalia sneered upon sight of her, she really hated that self righteous bitch. In her eyes, the former kind ruler of Theramore, the once helpful Archmage of the Kirin'Tor and champion of peace and cooperation between the Horde and the Alliance, was no better than that the warmongering fool, Garosh. As soon as Cordana saw the approaching Priestess, she run towards her.

"Thank you, champion! We got the murder weapon just in time. The Kirin Tor responded quickly. Jaina was here in minutes. But if you hadn't located Garona, the Archmage would have died for certain. Thank you, Thalia!", the Night Elf felt very grateful towards the Horde General.

"That is excellent news, Warden Felsong.", Thalia smiled at the Night Elf as she approached Khadgar and knelt beside him, completely ignoring Jaina. She took his wrist and checked his vitals. They were much better than before. Jaina frowned upon realizing that the Shadow Priestess before her, was a Blood Elf. She pursed her lips, and glared at her. Thalia continued to ignore her as she watched Khadgar slowly regaining his strength. Khadgar could not be lifted and carried to his chambers, any sort of movement would only increase his blood flow, spreading the curse further around his body. The Arch Mage slowly opened his eyes and started to get up groaning.

"Be still, Khadgar. Garona's dagger was enchanted.", Jaina put her hand on Khadgar's shoulder, who groaned again, "This wound in grisly. You should see a Priest.', she informed him, pointingly ignoring Thalia.

"Yea, a Priest like me, perhaps?', Thalia added, and glared at Jaina. 'Honestly, I'm standing right here. I am a Priestess, Light damn it. I just caught his would be assassin, what does this crazy bitch think I will do, that I would kill him just cause I'm Horde?', Thalia was becoming a bit edgy. Khadgar moved to a sitting position.

"No, no Priest. Cordana, stitch me up.", he said.

"Oh, for Light's sake!", Thalia growled and casted a "Flash Heal" spell at him, healing him completely. She withdrew a blood replenishing potion from her satchel and pored it down Khadgar's throat. 'Ha! Get a hold of that, you self righteous bitch! All your power, and you can't even heal a paper cut!', she sniggered inwardly.

"I see you've been working with the Horde.", Jaina pointed out, looking at Thalia with distrust.

"We're worlds away from the conflict in Azeroth. I need all the help I can find.", Khadgar said sighing at Jaina's bigotry.

"The rest of the council of six doesn't want the Horde anywhere near Kirin Tor business.", Jaina insisted. Thalia was getting really annoyed by that point, but held her tongue, waiting for Khadgar's response.

"It's not the first time I've disagreed with the council, and it won't be the last.", Khadgar hissed, very angry at Jaina's and the Kirin Tor's racist attitude towards the Horde in general and the Blood Elves in particular.

"Stubborn old man!", Jaina scoffed. And that was the straw that broke the camel's back for Thalia. She had enough with the witch's sass. Where does she get to speak to Khadgar like that? Doesn't she know what that poor man has been through? His entire life has been one disaster, one tragedy after another, and he has sacrificed so much to keep both worlds and everyone in them safe. And now, this insolent child dares to insult him?

"Stubborn old man, because he did not give in to the council of six stooges warmongering ways, Proudmoore?", Thalia drawled. She kept her shadowy form, ready to kick the stupid witch's arse if she tried anything funny with her. Jaina may be a powerful Mage, but Thalia was has been practicing all sorts of dispelling magic spells, and fighting monsters for over a century, being a hundred and fifty years old. She joined the clergy at the tender age of twenty, became a full fledged priestess on her thirtieth birthday, and has witnessed and battled unimaginable horrors way before Jaina's grandparents were even conceived. A little girl with an attitude is not going to scare her. Jaina's eyes grew wide as saucers at Thalia's reply.

"How dare you even speak to me, after what your kind did in Pandaria!", she hissed at Thalia. The Priestess snorted.

"And what, pray tell, did my kind do in Pandaria", Thalia asked. Jaina gasped. The nerve of that Blood Elf!

"Don't be coy with me, Blood Elf. You stole the Divine Bell from Darnassus and delivered it to Hellscream.", Jaina spat.

"And Arthas and his Human Death Knights destroyed everything in their path north of Gilneas, did we blame all Humans for that?", Thalia asked.

"That was different. Arthas had lost his soul, he could not control his actions, and neither could the Death Knights.", Jaina answered.

"But wasn't it Kel'Thuzad and the cultists, who brought the plague to Lordaeron in the first place? Did they misplace their souls as well?", Thalia raised an eyebrow at the sorceress.

"No, they were just misguided.", Jaina stammered, not liking were this was going.

"How convenient. Hundreds of Humans help destroy two powerful and prosperous kingdoms, kill thousands of innocent men, women and children, poison and corrupt the lands and everything in it, but that's alright, they were just misguided by a mad prince who heard voices. Yet, a handful of Sin'dorei steal an artifact from your allies, and suddenly our entire race must pay the prize and be wiped off the face of existence. What kind of half baked logic is that?", Thalia drawled.

"That artifact destroyed the Vale of Eternal Blossoms and unleashed a powerful malevolent being in the world.", the Mage stated as if it was the most horrific crime ever committed in Azeroth.

"Riiight...while Arthas and all his followers, both undead and living, spread rose petals, puppies and bunnies, and sprinkled fairy dust all over Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas. Have you been in the Plaguelands lately, Human, or were you too busy planning world domination for the Alliance, by exterminating the Horde?", the Priestess asked the Archmage, in a typical Blood Elven drawl.

"The Horde needs to be dismantled, if world peace is to be established in the world.", Jaina answered imperiously.

"World Peace by extermination! What are you? A washed out beauty contest reject, on crystal Blood Thistle?", Thalia asked incredulously.

"My city was wiped out by the Horde. My people were slaughtered like cattle. You are a blight to this world, that needs to be destroyed.", Jaina yelled at Thalia.

"Your city was destroyed by a power hungry, demented man child, and his Kor'kron lackeys. No other Horde leader besides Garosh, wished for Theramore to be destroyed. Even Sylvanas condemned the use of the mana bomb. Cairne was murdered by Garosh, and Vol'Jin was almost assassinated as well for opposing him. Sylvanas hated Garosh for years and Lor'themar had started negotiations with your High King to rejoin the Alliance. Even the majority of the Orcs were rebelling against Garosh, how can you condemn my entire faction for the actions of a few? Your precious prince and his Scourge destroyed my kingdom and slaughtered ninety percent of our population. Did we demand the dismantling of the old alliance? Did we started to slaughter Humans indiscriminately like you did in Dalaran with my kind?", Thalia hissed.

"They were all Horde agents under the command of Hellscream, they betrayed the Kirin Tor and needed to be purged from my city!", Jaina screeched.

"Your city? Your city? Since when did Dalaran become your city? And are you trying to tell me that every single Sunreaver, who most of them resided in that damned city since its founding, is a Horde agent? That every shop owner was working for Garosh? Even the flower and the pie vendors? The young Mage apprentices, the school children, the innocent toddlers and babies that you threw into the Violet Hold were all Horde agents? What kind of crazy are you, woman?", Thalia shouted.

"Aethas Sunreaver knew about the theft of the Divine Bell, and said nothing. He swore that he knew nothing about the bombing of Theramore, he swore that his loyalties lay with the Kirin Tor, and not with the Horde, and then he covered for the Sunreavers who aided in the theft. You are all liars. Filthy, cheating liars, the lot of you. I should have purged you all from my city, the moment I replaced Rhonin!", Jaina screeched even louder, her face contorted into an ugly mask of pure hatred.

"For your information, Aethas did not find out about the theft, until after the deed was done. He was at Domination Point for an unrelated matter, when they arrived with the Bell, and protested about it. Garosh threatened to kill every single Sin'dorei soldier in Pandaria if he dared to inform the Kirin'Tor or anyone else for that matter. What was he supposed to do? Tell you, and let hundreds of his brothers and sisters die horribly at the hands of a raving lunatic? Garosh would have already used the Bell by the time Aethas returned to Dalaran to inform you. What would you have done? It was already too late.", Thalia retorted.

"That still doesn't explain why the retrieval team was comprised solely by your kind. And why did they agree to do it in the first place.", Jaina scoffed.

"Because they were the most talented. And didn't you hear me? Garosh threatened to kill them all. And not only that, but their families as well. Their children. What choice did they have, but do his biding?", Thalia was exasperated with Jaina's stupidity who was shaking her head in denial.

"No, no. Aethas should still have informed us. His loyalties should lie with the Kirin'Tor alone, and not with the Horde. He is not a Horde member, saving the lives of other Blood Elves are not his responsibility. The Kirin'Tor is.", Jaina screeched again.

"By the Light, Proudmoore! So in your tiny little mind, affiliation with a certain party, prohibits involvement or interference in the affairs of another, even when lives are stake, and said lives just happen to be the kin of the person involved. What kind of monster have you become?", Thalia could not believe what she was hearing.

"I am not a monster. Garosh is the monster. Aethas is the monster. The Blood Elves are the monsters. You are the monster. Not us. Not the Alliance. You should all be dismantled and purged, if world peace is to prevail in Azeroth. Interment camps just wont do anymore. Monsters like your kind should not be allowed to roam free to the world. You even pollute the air we breath. A cleansing is necessary if we are to survive. You mana junkies will be the first to go. The Night Elves should have executed you all, instead of just banishing you. Even back then you had outlived your own usefulness. All you ever brought, was destruction and suffering. You cannot be trusted with anything, you corrupt everything you touch.", Jaina was in a state of hysteria at this point, almost foaming from the mouth.

"You are a whole new kind of monster, witch! There are no words to describe what you've become. You are worse than the Paladin Arthas at Stratholme. You are worse than the Death Knight Arthas at the Sunwell, you are even worse than the Lich King Arthas in Icecrown. As a matter of fact, you put him, Neltharion, the Sha and Garosh to shame in your ruthlessness and insanity. At least they had style. You are just a big pile of raving, hysterical, rabid mess. No self respecting cultist will ever devote his or her life to you.", Thalia spat at Jaina in disgust.

"Don't you dare compare me to Arthas and the rest of them. Everything I did, I did for the safety of the people.", Jaina screeched.

"Hm, where did I here those words before. Oh yeah, now I remember, Arthas said that, right after the culling of Stratholme. At least he had a very valid reason for doing what he did that day. Everyone was infected, they were turning into undead monsters who attacked and infected the living. He had no choice and mourned deeply for their loss. I should know, I was there to comfort him, while you were busy running away with your self righteousness. In Dalaran, you just attacked my people indiscriminately, simply because they were Sindorei. You, along with those blood traitors, the so called "High Elves". Garithos would have been very proud of you. You outdid him in your bigotry and stupidity...PROUDWHORE!", Thalia roared.

"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR VENOMOUS TONGUE ELF! YOU WILL REGRET EVERY SINGLE INSULT YOU THREW AT ME, YOU BITCH. PREPARE TO MEET ARTHAS IN HELL. YOU SOUND LIKE YOU MISS HIM A LOT!", Jaina screamed and lifted both arms, in an attempt to cast a spell on Thalia. But the Priestess was much faster. She didn't even use a spell. She didn't have to. Jaina's close proximity and Thalia's months in Pandaria in the company of the Shadow Pan Monks did everything for her. A powerful punch in the nose sent Jaina flying in the air, and crushing a few meters away from her. A jab in the throat, silenced her, before she could a speak a spell and raise a shield or cast something harmful at Thalia who removed her shadow form, exposing her identity to Jaina, who gasped in recognition.

"Oh no you wont, Proudwhore! You will not use your magic against me just like you did on Aethas and my kin. And neither will I use my Light or Shadow magic on you. Because quite frankly, they are too good to waste on filth like you. You need to get every inch of your skanky arse kicked, and I'm more than obliged to take up the job. Because in the words of my Warchief, 'BITCH, YOU BE CRAZY', AND SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS TO YOU A LONG TIME AGO. SELAMA ASHALANORE!", Thalia roared, and went on to give Jaina the beating of a lifetime, jabbing her throat every thirty seconds, to prevent her from casting any spells. Khadgar, who was stunned silent by the argument between the two women in front of him, finally came to his senses, and casted a shield over Jaina, who was beaten to a pulp. The spell pushed Thalia a few meters away from the Mage, and Khadgar froze her feet, to keep her from attacking Jaina again. Everyone else was too far away or too stunned to interfere before Thalia dealt some very serious damage on Jaina, who was now curled on the stone floor in front of Khadgar's tower, whimpering. Cordana and a Kaldorei Druid adventurer knelt beside her and provided her with first aid.

"ENOUGH!", Khadgar roared. "I cannot believe what I have just witnessed here. Two noble ladies fighting like common tavern wenches, and then one giving the other a beating that would have put the Crimson Ring to shame. Seriously, what is wrong with you Thalia? What could have possibly possessed you, to beat Jaina within a inch of her life right here in my own house which is supposed to be a sanctuary for both factions?".

"Are you kidding me, Khadgar? That bitch murdered dozens of my kin in Dalaran, and threw hundreds more into the Violet Hold. Even small innocent children, simple vendors and shop owners. She had it coming for a long time. Someone had to put her in her place. She should consider her self lucky that I did not finish her off, just like I intended to.", Thalia scoffed at Khadgar.

"Be that as it may, you should have let your leaders handle that. It was not your place to resort to vigilante justice.", Khadgar tried to reason with Thalia.

"And which court will hear our plea? That bitch has already refuse to allow the Pandaren preside over our case. She did not even obey her own High King, when he ordered her to at least release all the Sindorei children and civilians from the Violet Hold, while the SI:7 investigated the Sunreavers' involvement in the theft. She can't be reasoned with, she's a rabid dog.", Thalia retorted. By that point, Jaina was healed to a very small extent, but was still in a lot of pain from the kicks and punches Thalia dealt her. Most of her bones were broken, and so were her teeth. She stood up with great difficulty, leaning heavily on Cordana and the Kaldorei healer, and glared at Thalia.

"This isn't over, Thalia Lightcaster. When next we meet, I will not be surprised by your Monk moves, and we will finish this one way or another.", she spat as she teleported out of Zangara.

"I'm looking forward to it", Thalia snorted and turned towards Khadgar.

"So are you going to release me from the ice, Khadgar? My feet are getting really cold, I would hate to get a frostbite in the middle of a tropical swamp. And you are ruining the hem of my pretty robe", she gestured at the tattered remains of what was once an immaculate set of dark violet Shadow Priest robes. Khadgar snorted.

"Normally, I would have left you like that overnight to think about what you have done, but fortunately for you, we have a lot of work ahead of us for the next few weeks. Now that we have Garona in our custody, we're gonna try to break her free from Guldan's control. Go back to your Garrison and take the rest of the day off. I want you here first thing in the morning. There are some artifacts all around Draenor, that I need you to retrieve for me. Then, we, or more correctly you are going to perform a good old fashioned exorcism, while I use said artifacts to free Garona. I know you can do it, you have been a Priestess for over a hundred years and have successfully performed dozens of exorcisms on people who were possessed by powerful demonic entities, and not mere Warlocks. Guldan is very powerful Warlock, mind, but he is still mortal and much weaker than the demons you have dealt with. I know that your primary specialization is Discipline, you only started to use Shadow from the first war onward, and after Arthas returned from Northrend all crazed up. Come and have a look, I've got everything you need in my tower. A ritual bath chamber, Discipline Priest robes and gear, a Holy Priest, so that you can confess your sins and be absolved, holy water and a tome of Divinity.", he said cheerfully, as Thalia followed him groaning and rolling her eyes at Cordana, who chuckled and smiled at Thalia in sympathy.

Stormwind City, Azeroth Prime

High King Varian Wrynn was sitting on his throne, pretending to be interested in Anduin's recounting of the last trip he took at the Exodar to attend a conference Velen held for Priests and Paladins about the fine intricacies of Holy magic and the Light. He was a Warrior dammit, a gladiator, the undisputed champion of the Crimson Ring, Lo'Gosh, the Ghost Wolf-King of Stormwind! What does he know about Holy magic, or any kind of magic for that matter? Swords on the other hand, and battle tactics? Now there's a subject he never tires to discuss. Or martial arts perhaps? He knows quite a few, and has recently started to learn the ways of the Monk from the Pandaren representative in Stormwind. He would have loved it if Anduin took a genuine interest in them. But nooo...Mr. Little Goody Two-Shoes was just too delicate to try it. All he is interested is Light this and Holy Magic that. Light forbids if he threw a punch once in a while. 'Is he really my son, I wonder! I was never any good in that sort of stuff, and neither was Tiffin. And he does look more like Arthas, than me. Oh, shut up, Varian, you know he's yours, he's got your eyes and jaw! But would it really kill him if he took an interest on the things I like, for a change? He hasn't wielded his bow and sword in months, not since he finished his formal training. And he hardly ever practices his martial arts anymore. What is going to happen to him after I'm gone? Will he ever be able to defend himself and his kingdom against every threat? Uther's ghost! He is still talking about Velen! Was that all he did while in the Azuremist islands? No trekking, hiking, hunting, or cherish the thought, dating? I know he likes girls, I see how he looks at Valeera when she prances around in those skimpy little outfits of hers, leaving nothing to the imagination. Why does she object to wearing a proper dress, one that covers those perky tits and that round, well toned and totally spankable and bitable arse of hers, for a change? Light, how I would love to bend her over and fuck her brains out. Shut up, Varian, she's closer to your son's age than yours, she's practically a baby in Elven standards, what is wrong with you? Well...I know what's wrong with me, I haven't had a good roll in the hey in two years! Not since Jaina started channeling Arthas, and shacked up with that blue Dragon Aspect of hers. The sparse chamber maid encounters don't count, that's just wham bang, thank you ma'am, and they are out of my chambers before I even get to pull my pants back on. Those nobles must have put the fear of Light in them about their liaisons with me. Poor lambs, I should really put those stuck up snobs back in their place, just because I refuse to marry one of their daughters, it doesn't mean that I can't have some fun with my servants. Especially if they are all so willing. And talking about lambs, I haven't had any lamb chops for quite a while. Or was it pork chops I've been craving? Definitely spare ribs. I would kill for an extra rare T-bone steak right now. Blast the brat, and his vegan phase. I've been eating only greens for months now. I'm a carnivore dammit, not a cow! I wonder if I could have just a salad with him, and then order the cooks to send me a steak tartar in my chambers later. And some lamb chops of course. And a stuffed turkey and gravy. And garlic butter potatoes. And a chocolate cake...YES, I will dine like a king tonight...oh wait, I am the king. I wonder if Valeera wants to join me for a late night dinner, she eats with an appetite of a man twice my size, I wonder where she puts it all! I can ask her, or maybe look for it my self...hehe! Oh shut up, Varian, she's still just a kid!', Anduin coughed, and Varian was brought out of reverie.

"Father, I stopped talking five minutes ago, and you kept on nodding. If you find my Velen stories boring, all you have to do is tell me", the Priest Prince chuckled. Varian shook his head.

"Nonsense, my son. I just had a very long day, I am feeling a bit tired and quite peckish. Should I call for an early dinner?", Varian tried to spare his beloved son's feelings.

"Of course, I'm a bit hungry as well.", Anduin nodded, but then turned around startled as a flash of light flooded the room and a badly bruised and beaten Jaina Proudmoore, appeared before them swaying, about to loose consciousness. A small puddle of blood was forming at her feet.

"Jaina, by the Light!", father and son both shouted, and run to her side. Varian caught her before she collapsed, lifted her in his arms, and run toward the rooms she used, whenever she visited Stormwind.

"BRING EVERY SINGLE HEALER YOU CAN FIND TO THE KEEP. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A PRIEST, PALADIN, DRUID, SHAMAN OR MONK. SOMEONE MUST KNOW HOW TO PUT HER BACK TOGETHER. ANDUIN COME WITH ME, AND START WITH THE HEALING!", the king roared at the guards and his son, as he and Anduin run past them. As soon as he placed her gently to her bed, Anduin casted a diagnostic spell on her.

"By the Light, Father! She took a very nasty beating. Her nose and jaw are broken, she is missing several teeth and her skull is cracked. She has four broken ribs, a cracked pelvis, her left hand and leg are broken. And that's not all. Her right lung has collapsed, her spleen is raptured, and both of her kidneys and liver are in a really bad state. She's lost a lot of blood, from both internal and external bleeding. Whoever did this to her, meant to kill her. There is no doubt, this is an assassination attempt. But who would want to kill aunt Jaina?", Anduin wondered. Varian casted his son an incredulous look.

"Are you kidding me, Anduin? Try like the Horde as a whole, Thrall included this time around. I'd put my money on the Sindorei, they have plenty of reasons to want her beaten to death, after the completely unreasonable and unfair onslaught she unleashed upon their kin in Dalaran.", Varian was surprised that his son forgot about what she did. He was there, in the bowels of Ragefire Chasm, underneath Orgrimmar, when Jaina demanded from him to dismantle the Horde.

"Of course, I was just so shocked to see her in this state, that I forgot about how much she has changed the past couple of years.", Anduin continued to cast every healing spell he knew at his adoptive aunt. He managed to stabilize her, and stop the bleeding. Her wounds started to slowly heal but more powerful and experienced healers were needed in order to reverse the damage completely, reconstruct her face and regrow her teeth. The Druid did a fair job stopping the bleeding, but the Night Elf was a feral Druid, so his healing capabilities were quite limited. Anduin was at least grateful that whoever that Druid was, was skilled enough to keep her alive so that he and the rest of the Stormwind healers could get to her. Soon, Jaina's chambers and the entire corridor outside, was swarmed by every kind of healer in Stormwind. Anduin chose the most skilled and talented ones, and sent the rest away. He motioned to his father to follow him to the sitting room, so that the healers can work in peace.

"This may take weeks, father, let us work on her, I will organize rotating shifts, we will be looking after her day and night.", Varian nodded, and went to his private study. A month later, Archbishop Benedictus, walked into the throne room, looking completely drained, but very happy.

"It is done, your Majesty. It took everything we had, but we succeeded in reversing the damage done to her. She's as good as new, and just as beautiful as before. Even more so, I might add, whatever those Druids and Shamans did to her, shaved at least ten years off her. And I'm being literal. She is several years younger, both internally and externally. But she will need a Priest's counsel to overcome her ordeal. I could recommend a few counselors that could mend her broken soul.", the Archbishop bowed to the king and took his leave. The rest of the healers followed suit. Varian rushed into her room and found Anduin sitting on a chair next to the bed. Benedictus was right, she looked a lot younger than before, even her hair was blonde again. 'I definitely need to meet those healers. I wouldn't mind at all if they shaved a few years off me as well.", Varian sniggered inwardly. She appeared to be sleeping, but opened her eyes as soon as she sensed their presence in her room.

"Varian, Anduin, I'm so sorry that you had to go into so much trouble over me. I was distraught, and you two were the first people I could think of as soon as I got away from her. But I suppose teleporting from Draenor all the way to Azeroth, must have taken quite a toll on me.", she winced.

"You have no idea aunt Jaina. All of your wounds reopened, and started bleeding again. You were lucky we got to you on time. You wouldn't have made it if we didn't.

"What happened, Jaina? Who did this to you? You mentioned that it was a "She". Was it some sort of native monster? An elusive female Ogre, perhaps? What kind of weapon did she use on you to cause so much damage?", Varian squeezed her hand.

"Well, it wasn't an Ogre in the literal sense, but she was an Ogre, nevertheless. At least in her soul, mannerisms and attitude. Who would have thought that a Blood Elf could throw a punch and a kick like that. It was Thalia Lightcaster, the Horde Commander of the Frostwall Garrison.", Jaina's face was contorted with disgust, as soon as she mentioned the Elf's name. Anduin didn't know her, but Varian gasped. He knew Thalia, he met her in Pandaria, she was the liaison between him and Lor'themar Theron. He got to know her a bit during the negotiations. He remembered an even tempered and collected woman, a born diplomat. And extremely beautiful, even for Elven standards. He recalled that Calia once wrote to him that Arthas took an interest in her during the events preceding the Culling of Stratholme, and for a while after. He wondered back then how far did they go in whatever little liaison they had. How could she be the same person who almost beat Jaina to death? 'No, Jaina must be mistaken. The Thalia I met and know, could not have acted like that, no matter what. She's a Priestess, for Light's sake. She may be a Shadow Priestess, but still, even they hate physical violence. She would have used her spells, not her fists. No, Jaina's finally gone completely and utterly insane, like the "Bitch, you be crazy" kind.'

Author's note: Ok, some of you will probably protest about the beating Jaina received. How can a powerful Archmage be defeated by a Shadow Priestess? The way I see it, if Monk players and other classes can defeat Mages in the game, so can Thalia. "Jab" is a very useful silencing move. And like I wrote, Jaina was surprised. They will have another encounter in one of the following chapters, and it will be Mage vs Shadow Priest. They will fight on equal ground, and deal serious damage at each other. As to who will win, who knows? But one thing's for sure. The Shadow Priest's DPS will be pre WoD. I had enough with the nerfing of my favorite class!

Furthermore, this story is written from a Blood Elf's point of view. So it is more Horde biased. To a Blood Elf, Jaina is a warmonger who slaughtered Blood Elves indiscriminately, making her no better than Arthas. So whatever excuses Jaina had for unleashing her onslaught on mainly defenceless shop owners and vendors, hold no water for someone who witnessed the annihilation of ninety percent of her kin.

The phrase: "You need to get everything inch of your arse kicked, comes from the sixth season of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" series, where Willow goes all magically berserk after Tara was murdered. She said that to Buffy, before they fought at the season's finale. And the "Bitch, you be crazy", phrase, was courtesy of Paris Writer.

Thank you, Confeti Confederation for your review. And the two anonymous guests of course. XD