This idea has been playing in my mind for ages, and I think it's time to make it.

Darkness and Light, Into the Chaos!

The Quel'thalas Ranger academy was bustling for the entrance exams, but no one was more excited than General Sylvannas Windrunner. Today her closest friend would be applying to the academy. "Has he arrived yet?" she asked one of the nearby instructors.

"Yes general, but he asked me to tell you that he didn't want to talk to you before the exam. Needing to focus and all that."

"I understand. Be sure my orders are carried out."

"Yes general." the instructor replied, walking toward the arena.

...

Nash'athal Moonstrider, called Nash by his friends, was nervous as hell. Not only was this his best chance to get a spot beside Sylvannas whenever trouble was brewing, but she would be watching his test battle with an instructor. He had every confidence in his fighting abilities, but he didn't know who he was fighting or what they were capable of. Taking a deep breath, the green-haired high elf slid his stone dagger into it's place on his tunic.

The written exams went well, and before long, Nash was face-to-face with a female ranger who held the air of authority. He had no doubt that this was a captain he was facing. inhaling again, he took his battle position with his assigned bow and knife. "Now listen up!" the ref called, "This fight will go on until I decide one of you is unable to continue or one of you gives up." Both nodded at the rules, and the fight began. The instructor came at Nash with sword drawn as she slashed towards him. He easily dodged the swipe and rolled away, drawing an arrow from his quiver and firing, hitting her in the arm.

Thank the Sunwell these things only sting and stick. One wrong move and I could actually cause a problem here. Nash thought, reaching for the knife on his belt as the instructor came back for another attack.

She quickly knocked the knife away and smacked Nash's other hand, causing him to drop the bow. She then kicked away both weapons and held her sword to Nash's throat. "Guess I win." she said with a smirk. "You'll never make ranger with that battle style."

"Ranger?" Nash asked, letting his hand creep toward his tunic. "Hell no. I'm an assassin!" Quicker than anyone could see, the sword was out of the instructor's hand and Nash held a steel throwing dagger in his hand.

Up in the stands, Sylvannas glanced at one of her rangers. "I thought I told you to make sure he had no other weapons on him. Didn't you check before he entered the arena?"

"No, we checked when he got here. I don't know how he evaded our pat down and bag check."

"Probably hid them in a secret compartment well hidden. Nothing we can do now though." Sylvannas shrugged, looking back at the fight. The instructor had been totally disarmed and currently had three knives sticking out of her arms.

"Game over." Nash chuckled darkly, taking one of his throwing picks from his sleeve and throwing it towards her. The pick struck the instructor in the neck and she dropped.

"Th-the winner is Nash'athal Moonstrider." The ref declared as medics and a priest ran to assist the injured high elf.

Nash came over to inspect his victim and sighed. "Well, that could have gone better." he muttered, pulling the pick from her neck as a priest moved to heal it. The instructor immediately regained consciousness and glared at the smirking initiate.

"I'll make sure you never get in after a stunt like that. Why did you try to kill me?" she demanded.

"If Nash had wanted to kill you, Kyra, you would be dead." Sylvannas replied, coming down to the scene. "Nash, I thought I told you not to use your own weapons."

"Like you said, General," Nash replied with a smirk, "I wouldn't have killed anyone if I didn't want to." Stretching, he sighed. "So what does this mean for me?"

"Well, as you used your own weapons instead of the academy appointed ones, you unfortunately failed the exam." the Ranger-General informed.

"I'm sensing a 'but' coming on." Nash quipped.

"But, I discussed things with my superiors, and you can serve as your born role of an assassin on the condition you only take orders from me or someone higher." Sylvannas finished. Nash's face grew into a grin. "Welcome to the army." she said, reaching out to shake Nash's hand. The assassin took it.

Two chapters before Sylvannas is turned into an undead, then everything after. One down, one to go. So, what does everyone think of the Banshee Queen's assassin so far? I'd love some input. Until next time, I guess.