I SPY
By: Dusty Dawn
Redone for the third time… I think.
Disclaimer - I do not own Warcraft…. Why are you still readin' this? I don't got no funny comment!
Chapter One Anger
'World of Warcraft' was what my world has been nicknamed. For whatever year it seemed to be, each race is in war with another. So families, friends, co-workers, neighbors, and allies have died needlessly in the endless struggle to kill and win. My family had been one of those people, as had my village. It was a small village, nothing special, but the 'Alliance' had slaughtered them all. I only lived because I was away, gathering herbs for my Mother's soup. By the time I got back, they were all dead; only the burning huts and bloody bodies were there to greet me. That had been engraved into my memory, and I will never forget it, until the day I die.
The 'Alliance', the so-called 'good guys', are a cocky group. The alliance is only made out of the 'pretty' and most human-looking races. There are the stupid humans, annoying gnomes, trigger-happy dwarves, and stuck-up Night Elves. Humans, I cannot stand them at all. They don't accept different people, and are afraid of anything that is too different. They are all cowards; their females don't even fight to protect the ones they love! The gnomes are short, stubby-looking things that have high squeaky voices. Even when I see pictures of them, I wish to kick them. The dwarves are drunken morons, and rely on guns too much. The only good thing about them is their ability to make weapons. And lastly, the Night Elves; they think they're so much greater than the rest of us, because they live a lot longer. They're the worst of them all, and I hate them the most. They won't even think on the idea that my race, the Trolls, and theirs may just be similar. Their attitudes I hate as well. They have that 'I'll be nice, but I know I'm better than you' kind of vibe, even the pictures I've seen has given me that feeling!
So, here I wait, trying to get a chance for revenge when someone had asked me to be a 'spy' for the horde!
In any other circumstances, I would have said no, but it had been my only shot. I was not super strong, or soldier-like, so it was my only chance to get revenge. There had been others that they had looked at for the position, but they believed I could pull it off. Why? I didn't know, they did not tell me when I asked. All I can hope is that it won't be too hard.
I found out the race I would be, and it sickened me to think about it. A Night Elf! Just thinking of it makes me want to go back on the deal. But, I need revenge.
I had to study both Darnassian, and Common languages. They had found an Undead that knew both languages, and he taught me. And so I learned them, and I soon lost my accent. After this, they acquired something similar to the "Orb of Deception" to hide my appearance. This was called "GOOD" or, 'Greater Orb of Deception'. An odd name, but what do I care? It's no problem to me. So, after this, I practiced walking, and movements of a normal Night Elf. This was hard, because the only person that could really help was Sylvanias, and asking her was suicide. Next I had to find a class that was available to both races. I decided on a hunter. I was not great at fighting, so my pet could do that for me. Seemed easy enough, at least I hoped.
When it reached the end of my 'training', I was beginning my second season (lvl 20). I had a Lion at my side, with 'GOOD' on, as I walked into Ashenvale.
I have never seen anything so green, beautiful, and dark! It was the thickest forest I've ever laid my eyes on, stretching on as far as the eye could see!!
I walked to the west for awhile, resting here and there. My pet, 'Rake', was excited though. He knew that something was going on, and he wanted to know what it was.
Finally I reached the city in Ashenvale (Astranaar, I believe.) it was then when I realized how hard my task would be. It took a lot of willpower to not order Rake to attack the stupid Elves.
As I walked by them, with clenched fists, the female guards nodded at me, in a sort of greeting. I hated it. As soon as I could, I found an Inn. I planned to hide away in there, and leave when the Elves were asleep (if that ever even happened!!).
Unfortunately, an elder Night Elf tapped me on my shoulder.
"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice the fact you were a hunter." He said, glancing at Rake.
'No, I didn't know that! What gave it away, my bow and arrows, or the pet?' I thought to myself, biting back a growl.
"I also noticed your pet was a Lion, obviously from the horde territory. So, you know how to keep yourself alive." He continued.
I couldn't help it; my eyebrow began to twitch with annoyance. Must they poke about things like this, instead of getting to the point?
"I was wondering if you could help my daughter. She is a hunter also, but she's not the… well, not the brightest whisp in the forest, if you get my drift."
I thought it over a minute or so and reluctantly nodded. It would help me out in the long run. Idiots are easy to manipulate, and get information out of. But I couldn't help but think, 'Why would a father say something like that?'
"Sure." I answered him, not really knowing what to say.
"That's great! I'll take you to meet her now!" Without being able to protest, he dragged me off to wherever this idiot was.
Their houses were odd; they were all made in trees. Literally, in trees! It was like their houses were the trees themselves! Even though I hated the Elves, I couldn't help but be amazed. Luckily the Elder Elf hadn't notice my awe, because he was busy calling down this daughter of his.
"FEANE! Get down here now!" He called, and a silver skinned and silver haired female Night Elf ran down a ramp that was supposedly from the upstairs. This Elf, instead of going to her father, she stopped a foot in front of me, just staring.
"Who's this?" She asked, and she poked me right in the forehead. My eyebrow twitched, and Rake began to growl. She squealed, not in fright, but in delight! She hugged Rake, who was just confused, looking up at me with a worried look.
"This is a hunter that I found. He'll help you-"
"But Tygra said she would! 'Member?" She whined, looking up at her father.
"No, she didn't say that. Your sister has other things to do, beside baby-… Erm, I mean help you." He scolded her, and then added, "Leave his pet alone, Feane. It's probably scared of you now."
"Nuh-uh... An' the lion don't wanna be beft alone. He's a cute little lion, huh?" Feane squealed again, scratching Rake under his chin, but released my friend all the same. She looked at me, and tilted her head questioningly.
"What's your name?"
"I'm… I'm... uh… Taranis." I had a hard time trying to remember the name they gave me.
"Really? Like 'Tanaris', huh?" She grinned up at me, with her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on her heels.
"Uh, sure, whatever you want to think."
"Well, you two want to start heading out? I'm sure you had some plan before I interrupted you Taranis." The elder Night Elf smiled, and walked away.
"So," I began, "do you have a pet yet?"
"Nope! Not yet, dad said that I shouldn't even have a pet. Last one I tried to get, I forgot that I had to tame it." She smiled at me, "Anyways, let's go!!"
Dragging people must run in the family, because, yet again, I was dragged away.
That old Night Elf lied to me, she wasn't stupid. She was just really childish, absentminded, and tended to hug any animal that walked passed us that she called 'cute.'
It was kind of funny the first few minutes, but after that, I found it hard to resist the temptation of choking her. But, where we had a big problem was at "Darkshore." There were a lot of these Moonstalkers, or whatever they were called. And, well, she thought they were all cute. I had to drag her away most of the time.
"But it's so cute!! And I need a pet…!" Feane whined, staring at me with a pouting look.
"I'll help you get a pet later!" I told her, still trying to pull her away from the Monarch and runt Moonstalkers.
"Okay." She suddenly stopped trying to get to the Moonstalkers, and that caused both of us to topple over.
"Next time, warn me." I glared up at her, "And get off! You weigh a lot."
But, she didn't move! "You know, that's not a nice thing to say to a lady!"
"You're not a lady! Ladies don't try to hug every animal they see!"
"Oh yeah? Well, how do you know?!"
"I know because I know, that's how!" I shouted at her, as I pushed myself up. She fell off, flat on her face. I stood up, dusting myself off, and she just sat there, with her back to me, and her head down.
'Oh no.' I thought to myself, as I heard the sniffling.
"Ladies don't cry you know." I told her wearily, hoping it might stop the tears. It didn't work; it only made her cry harder, and louder. I winced, halfheartedly wishing that I got a normal Night elf to help me. I didn't know what to do, she wouldn't stop crying! I looked to Rake, who looked just as helpless as I was.
"S-stop crying! You're a lady, okay?!" I stuttered, hoping that it might help.
"Really?!" She asked, and I just nodded. She jumped up, and turned around to face me. She was grinning, and no tears were on her face.
"Thank you! Let's go now; I wanna get a pet soon!" She said, and just marched off. My mouth fell open, wasn't I supposed to be the one manipulating her?! How dare she!
"Are you coming or what?" She asked me, still grinning ear to ear.
'I hate Night Elves!!!' I thought to myself as Rake and I trailed after her.
When we reached Auberdine, Feane was skipping in front of me, with Rake right behind her. That traitor! How dare he side with her! All she had to do was give him some fish, and he went to her side! Where was the loyalty?! I sighed, glad we reached the town. Now, all we had to do was get to the docks, wait for the boat, and leave this place. How hard could that be?
'How hard?' indeed! I wish! The stupid childish Elf had to stop and talk to everyone she knew (which was ALL of the population in this stupid place.). Finally, we get to the docks, but we had to wait an hour or so for the boat to arrive! I had to listen to the constant jabber of the Elf who sat next to me. She continued on about the water, the little cute creatures that lived in there, how she was glad she had a new friend (Hah! As if I would be friends with her!), and other random things. She either didn't realize I wasn't talking back, or she just didn't care. I was thrilled, however, when the boat actually arrived. I couldn't get on there fast enough. The Elf just giggled at me, and followed me on the boat. Finally! Some peace and quiet! The Elf just looked over the side of the boat, and watched the water. I ignored the fact that she was leaning over the side, if she fell in it would be her fault.
It was all going great, until they came on board. I heard them before they stepped onto the boat, bragging about something. That wasn't what caught my attention, it was the smell of blood; Horde blood. I gritted my teeth, almost shaking in anger.
"Aye! Ye should o' seen this Hordie try an' git away. Didn't work, killed it in one sweep I did." The dwarf told his companion, I could hear the grin in his voice.
"Killing them before they're able to kill us, right?" The human male replied. I heard him nod; his mail clinked against his helm.
'Just one attack, just one measly attack might kill them.' I told myself, but I knew I couldn't do that. I was surrounded by Alliance, and showing myself as a Troll would not be the best idea.
"OW!"
"Hey!"
My head rose, and I looked at the Dwarf and human. The dwarf was rubbing his face, and the human was on the wooden deck, holding his foot. Right in front of them stood the annoying stupid Elf. If I said she looked mad, it would be an understatement.
"I can't believe you both! You go and kill them while they can't defend themselves, and then you get upset when they do that to us!! You two should be ashamed of yourselves! You might as well have killed a little fawn for amusement alone!" She scolded at them, chest puffed out, and hands on her hips.
"Sorry, we didn't know we offended you." The human sneered, bowing mockingly at her. It only enraged her further. So much so that she couldn't speak. Instead she kicked him. Hard. She then stormed off, going somewhere else on the boat.
I stared after her, 'What?' This Elf kept getting more confusing by the minute! She had some serious mood-swing issues. But, the one thing I couldn't believe the most was that she defended the Horde on her own free will! What possessed her to do that? Maybe she was a spy as well? No, that couldn't be, because she had a father. But, what if- I shook my head, and sighed. Now, why had I become a spy again? Oh yeah, revenge. Hah.
It took us a day or so to arrive at this place called "The Wetlands." I rarely seen the Elf, I think she was brooding somewhere. All I knew was that the human and dwarf began to sneak around, avoiding her. I think Rake visited her a few times, because he disappeared on me here and there. But, by the time we docked at our destination, she was no longer angry. Actually, she was smiling as if it never happened. I simply could not believe her! How could she act like it hadn't happened? Are all women like this, or is just the Night Elves that are messed up? I sighed inwardly, shaking my head. We began our journey, walking at a normal pace. At least I was, while the Elf was in front of me skipping. Rake was jumping around her like a little puppy!! Honestly, if someone told me that a Night Elf could skip, I would have asked them 'what are you on?!' And Rake? I certainly would not have believed a proud lion like Rake would ever reduce itself by acting like a mutt!
Finally, the Elf stopped near a human with a large cart. But, she wasn't staring at the human, oh no, she was looking across the swampy land. I followed her gaze, and my eyes widened. She saw the Raptors! She gasped, and her eyes were wide as well.
"Taranis! Look!" She shouted, pointing at the Raptors.
"Yeah, it's a Raptor…." I replied; why was she acting this way? I saw raptors everyday where I had lived.
"This is the first one I've ever seen!!! Isn't it just amazing?"
"I… guess…." I told her, how could she have not seen- oh yeah, I forgot. She's an Elf. All they had were birds, spiders, boars, cats, and bears.
"They're so beautiful." She sighed, and then looked at me expectantly, "Can I tame one, please? Pretty please with a cherry on top? I promise I'll take care of it!!"
I almost fell over, she wants a raptor? Why a raptor? Yes, they looked great, but the only good thing about them is their attack speed. And then, their appetite is similar to a bottomless pit.
"No." Was the only thing I could say. Her face fell, and the sniffling began again. 'Not again!!' I thought to myself. Thinking fast, I grabbed her arm and dragged her for a change. The shock of being dragged shook her out of any sobbing that she would have began.
She was still pouting by the time we got to the first tunnel. When we got to Thelsamar, she mellowed out at least a little bit. Unfortunately she was mad at me, so I had to pay for the rooms at the Stoutlager Inn. I was able to get two different rooms though, so that was a plus. I was not sharing a room with a stupid childish angry female elf. I think that had made her even angrier. After that, she wouldn't talk to me. Not that I cared, it was just annoying. When she was talkative, she was annoying, and when she was quiet, she was annoying still! I just couldn't win!
The next day, she still hadn't cooled off. She had her arms crossed, and wouldn't look my way at all. The reason I had known this was because she made sure to walk next to me. She obviously wanted to make it very clear that she was angry. In one day, we reached the snowy lands of the Dwarven population. I grinned as I watched her shiver. I had been the only one that had packed smartly (Or, as a matter of fact, packed at all), and had a coat. She, on the other hand, had nothing but her Hearth Stone. But, she was too stubborn to even ask me for a coat, and probably too angry. I might have given her one, if she promised not to bug me so much. But no, she just had to be an idiot and go cold. Rake had no problem because of his fur. He knew that the Elf was cold, and he knew that I wasn't giving her a coat any time soon.
I had figured by the time we got to Ironforge, she would be fine. It was a very warm place. Magma flowing through it, metal being worked everywhere. I mean, how could you be cold? Even though it was warm she wouldn't stop sneezing! It was getting on my nerves. She finally said something. I was surprised of how her voice sounded.
"Taranis? Can we stop here, and rest for the night?" She asked me weakly.
"Whatever." I replied, not really caring. After all, it was her fault. If she hadn't been so stupid, she wouldn't have been cold. But we weren't staying here more than a day; I was not staying here in this place full of drunken dwarves!
"What?!" I yelled, as my eyebrow began to twitch again. According to some nosy female dwarf that decided to get into my business, I couldn't leave this place because the elf was sick. How was I supposed to know that Elves could get sick?
"Aye, ye can't leave t'day. The poor lass. She needs her rest, and runnin' 'round Ironforge, or anywhere else fer that matter, would not be the best for her." She gave me a sideways glare, as if to say it was my fault. She walked away, going back to work.
It wasn't my fault that she had been so stupid, and wouldn't ask me for a coat! I gritted my teeth, and crossed my arms. It wasn't my fault. I glanced around for a moment. 'Wait a minute… where's Rake?!'
Rake laid his head on the edge of the bed, watching the Elf. He could tell she was unhealthy. He could smell it as well. If his master hadn't been so mean, this wouldn't have happened. He didn't understand why his master was so mean to the Elf. After all, she hadn't really done anything wrong, and she was really nice. She gave him a fish, so in his mind, she was great. He let out a low yawn. Maybe his owner would warm up to her? He hoped so. He knew that if his attitude continued to be like this his new friend would have a lot of problems.
I peeked into the elf's room, 'I knew it! That traitor!' I thought to myself, frowning as saw my pet in her room, with resting it's head on the edge of the mattress. Today was not my day, apparently.
It took a week for the elf to recover. I would have been out of there the day she could stand up, but the female dwarf made me stay. From then on, it seemed Rake stayed around her even more. The Elf knew I was mad at her, but she refused to say anything. Not like when she was mad. It was more like she was embarrassed, or something. I don't care anymore, or at least that's what I hoped. We traveled to the Underground Tram or something like that. I couldn't pay attention to those squeaky voices the gnomes had (I bet that's how they got into the stupid alliance! Distracted the humans with their squeaky voices, and got them to sign a contract!!). While we waited for the tram to arrive, I tried to at least talk to the Elf. Maybe it would get Rake to stop hating me, and the Elf to go back to her normal annoying self. I somehow didn't like the fact that she was so quiet now.
"So, uh, do you know what pet you want?" I asked her as I glanced over at her. Nothing! No response from her what-so-ever.
"I heard they have a lot of different types over there. Not many cats 'til you hit Stranglethorn Vale, of course." I went on. How did she manage to make an entire conversation by talking to herself, rambling on about nothing? It was very uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry." She whispered suddenly when the tram arrived. She was the first to get on it, and sit down on the floor.
'What?' I thought to myself, as I got onto the tram. She never ceased to confuse me! Why was she sorry?! Of course, I knew it was her fault. But, I would have figured that she would blame me. The tram was supposed to be fast, but it was eerily long with the uncomfortable silence around the Elf, Rake, and I.
"I heard my sister is here, is it okay if I go and see her?" She asked, not looking at me. I didn't understand why she was asking me. Didn't she usually do things whenever she wanted, never asking, or thinking of the consequences?
"I… uh… I guess." I told her, I was kind of curious about this sister of hers. I've heard a little of her sister. I think I remember her rambling on about her when we were waiting for the boat, but I was not sure.
"Thanks." Came her short reply. I sighed loudly; you'd think she'd say something more than just 'thanks.' Finally the tram stopped, and we all got off. I had no idea where I was going, but it was apparent that the elf did. She seemed to know it by heart by how she moved about. We didn't go to anywhere really close. It was someplace called the 'Trade District' that we ended up in. She stopped in front of the bank, and climbed the fountain in front of it. I doubted she could find anyone in this crowd of people. And, to me, most Night Elves looked the same. Her face suddenly brightened, which I had not seen for at least a day, and she leapt off of the fountain and ran up to a purple skinned female Night Elf that had dark blue hair.
"Tygra!" She shouted at the other elf. 'That's obviously her sister.' I thought to myself. It was so weird, though. They seemed totally different, but they were related? How strange.
"Hello Feane. I hope you've been staying out of trouble. We already have Aramune running about, pick pocketing anyone in sight." This 'Tygra' smiled, patting the silver haired elf on the head.
'Feane? Oh, yeah, I forgot.' I thought to myself lamely. This entire time I hadn't known her name, but she remembered mine (well, the one that I told her, that is.). I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty.
"I've been good…. At least I think." She replied, looking a little confused. 'Tygra' laughed.
"It's nice to see you again. And I notice you have a new friend?" Tygra looked over to me, and smiled slightly. The elf glanced at me, and I saw a flash of some emotion I couldn't place. It was gone by the time I tried to figure it out.
"Uh… Yeah, that's Taranis. He's helping me out!" She smiled weakly, and looked back to her sister. Her sister gave Feane an apologetic smile.
"I am sorry, Feane. But I must leave. I have a group right now, and I am the healer. I'll see you soon." Tygra smiled again, and walked away. I couldn't help but notice Feane's face fall.
"Oh, okay. See you." Feane yelled out, waving at her sister weakly. She looked to the ground, and turned back towards me. Suddenly her head snapped up, with a false smile on it. "Well, let's get going!" She walked in front of both Rake and I. She seemed to be trying to hide something. I didn't care much to investigate it. She walked at a normal pace (normal for an average person that is.), Rake looked from me to the Elf. It settled with coming to me. I supposed that the lion didn't want to be around a mood-swinging Elf. It wasn't a long walk from Stormwind to Goldshire. It actually was pretty short. However, we didn't stay long. I just wanted to get more supplies, and get directions to Redridge. We were behind, and I didn't feel like getting lost for weeks. The elf didn't protest, even though I knew she wanted to rest. It wasn't hard to tell. So, even though I knew I shouldn't, we headed out within an hour. Halfway down the road the Elf was about to fall on her face from exhaustion, and Rake was pleading with me using only his eyes.
"FINE!" I shouted out, "We'll make camp for the night!"
The Elf turned to look at me, with a slight gasp. She had those 'Thank you so much! You're my hero' eyes, and it was kind of weird. At least she didn't hug me.
By the time we made camp, it was pretty dark. The elf was doing something, I had no idea what. She had her back to me, and every-so-often she'd go 'ouch!' or, 'owwie.' I finally got curious, and I tried to figure out what she was doing. I switched the way I was sitting, moving to my knees. I tried to peer over her shoulder. I still couldn't see a thing. The shadows from the fire were too strong to see anything at all. I inched forward, still trying to see. I still could not see anything! I frowned, stood up, and walked over to her.
"What are you doing?" I asked, standing in front of her. She just about jumped out of her skin.
"Uh… n-nothing!" She told me in a stuttering voice. She was clutching something to her chest.
"Really? Then what's this?" I pointed at whatever she was clutching. She made a whining noise.
"It's a surprise!" She told me, turning away slightly. I sighed, knowing that she wouldn't tell me what-so-ever. I moved away, and sat down, just staring at her back. She went back to whatever she was doing. But, she kept looking back at me, just to make sure I wasn't peeking again. My frown deepened. What was she doing?! If I had of known I would have this much problems with being a spy, I wouldn't have done this. But, it's too late now. I had lain down, and went to sleep. I knew I shouldn't dwell on the subject, but I knew I probably would anyways.
The Elf woke up before I had. She hid whatever she had been working on, and acted if she hadn't been working on a thing. I think Rake had been in on it as well. He had a look on his face that said 'I know something you don't.' That day I was so angry that instead of the elf being in front, I was. She didn't seem to care much; she was having a conversation with Rake. Well, as best as she could with an animal that couldn't talk back. It was all in whispers, so I couldn't hear a thing. I don't know why I want to know this 'surprise' of hers was. Maybe it was because I've never even heard the word since my family has been dead. Or it was because I was left out yet again. I was growing rather tired of being left out. But I had been advised against getting too close to any Alliance, because I may just inadvertently switch sides. Either way, I wanted to know what the surprise was!!
We arrived in Redridge by mid-day.
Finally! We were at our destination. The Elf, Rake, and I walked down to the Inn. We got a few rooms, and I went up to mine. She left, saying something about skinning something. I sat down on the bed, and grabbed my pack. I first checked if GOOD would be okay for at least a few more weeks. It seemed that it might need to be redone soon. After that, I looked at the places I needed to be on a small piece of paper. It was in a combination of Orcish, Troll, Darnassian, and Common. It would be hard to decipher for anyone other than myself. The places were in Common, minor details were in Darnassian, the Orcish were for the major things, and Troll was saved for the most important things. The paper (when deciphered correctly) read as followed:
'Taranis': note these places that you must go to. You must go to for 'information'-
Redridge
Stormwind
Ironforge
Southshore
Stranglethorn Vale
Please know that you must find valuable information about each place. Strengths, weaknesses, you know the drill. Make sure you visit the people we have told you about as soon as you get there.
I heaved a sigh of relief. I was at the place I needed to be at. Fortunately, I didn't need to meet anyone here. I just had to make sure that I found out information on the general population, how many guards, and the like. I fell back onto the mattress, closing my eyes. At least the humans did something right. They knew how to be comfortable. Sleeping on a rug or cot was not the best thing for comfort. I heard the doorknob turn, and a jumped up, scrambling to get the papers back into my pack. I accidentally fell off of the bed as I did this. I had been happy that I had gotten all the papers together, and in the pack. The elf walked in, grinning at me.
"You're funny, you know that?" She told me, as she poked me in the head.
"Thanks," I dryly growled, and pushed myself up.
"You're welcome!" She had her hands behind her back, still grinning.
"What do you want?" I asked her, I knew she wanted something. I could tell. Maybe money? I know girls of every race have a bad habit of buying unnecessary things.
She suddenly looked down at her feet, with her hands behind her back. Rake appeared behind her, looking up at me with a hopeful look.
"I… uh… er… I made ya something." She said still looking at her feet. "It's not good though! I'm kinda new at it; I've never used a needle before! I'm sorry if it doesn't work too great!!!" She rambled on nervously.
"…." I had no idea what to say, I just stared at her.
"You've been kinda mad at me, an' I thought that if I made something for you, you might like me a little bit. And you're really nice too, even though you're mad. And your quiver seemed to be really old so…. Here!" She went on, and then brought out something from behind her back. Whatever it was, it was oddly shaped and it was wrapped in leaves. Leaves of all things!!
I took the leaf wrapped package from her, and sat back down on the bed. I just stared at it. It was my first real gift; my last one was on my birthday with my parents and siblings. I slowly took off the leaves on the package, not really knowing what to think. I glanced up at the elf. She looked so hopeful. I looked down at Rake. He had the same look. I felt a little cornered. I looked back at the package as I took the last leaf off. If she hadn't of told me it was a quiver, I would have never guessed. It wasn't the best looking thing I've ever seen. It was poorly sewn, the leather was too hard and rough, it wasn't the right size for a normal quiver, and it was bent out of shape. Not only that, but I could tell Rake helped too. There were his bite marks here and there for, I supposed, decoration.
"It's my first leatherworking quiver!" She blurted out, trying to defend herself.
I started laughing. I couldn't help it. It was her first leatherworking quiver, and my first gift for quite some time. I looked at her, and she seemed a little upset.
"It's…. It's fine." I told her trying to stop laughing. "How about we save this so you can compare your first to you next one? So you know how you've progressed."
I told her that for two reasons. One, I didn't want to use that quiver, and two; I figured it might give her something to be proud of later on.
Her face fell for a moment, and then she brightened up.
"Okay! Do ya wanna keep it for now?" She asked me, with a hopeful look. I was beginning to feel cornered again. I looked to Rake, and he still mirrored the elf's emotional face somehow.
"Er… Sure, why not?"
"YAY!" She exclaimed, and hugged me quickly. After that she ran off to who knows where.
I sat there for awhile, looking confused. What just happened?
'I'm getting soft, that's what! I can't believe that I acted so… so nice!!' I thought to myself, my eyebrow began to twitch again. Rake watched me with his ears perked up.
I frowned at him, and crossed my arms.
"You know you shouldn't make friends with the elf!! You know how it'd turn out!" I growled at the Lion, speaking in Troll. The lion's ears flattened against its head, and it let out a whine.
Feane, standing right outside the door, covered her mouth.
'That… That didn't sound like anything I've ever heard before. The language; it's not from the alliance… right? W-well, maybe he just taught himself some strange language for… for fun…. I hope.'
It took a week for me to get the information, meet the person, and able to go back to Stormwind. Throughout the entire time Feane kept giving me odd looks. I figured it was because I wasn't using her quiver, but it didn't matter anyways. We didn't go to Stormwind directly. Feane was sure that we needed to go to Duskwood too. So, we went there, assisted some poor lazy stupid humans. This unfortunately took about two weeks. By then, we both were a little over the Third Season (lvl 30+). We found out something interesting from the 'Gryphon Masters.' We were unable to fly to Stormwind because we hadn't talked to the Gryphon Master in Stormwind! Luckily for Rake and I, Feane was there. She is a pro at guilt trips. It only took a few tears, and we were on our way - on one Gryphon. But that's not the worst of it. Feane had a fear of heights. She was clinging to me the entire time. Well, at least I think it was the entire time. I passed out halfway there because of the lack of oxygen. I woke up to a very upset Feane and Rake.
While we were trying to find an Inn, she was apologizing every time she could. That is, until she disappeared. I don't know what happened. We had to go through the Trade district, and as soon as I got out, Feane was no where to be found! I groaned, and looked down at Rake. He gave me a sad look, and I knew he wouldn't stop until we found the elf. I sighed, and started walking back into the Trade district. Rake was the one that was looking everywhere. We found her cornered by two other female Night Elves. One was a warrior; she had silver hair pulled up into a tight ponytail, with silver skin. The other was a rogue, and she had purple hair in a half-ponytail(or whatever they call those.), and blue skin.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, but when I tried to move closer, I was stopped. Someone had their hand on my shoulder. I whipped around, and saw Feane's sister. Although I was taller, she made me feel like I was a child in trouble.
"I believe we have to talk." She said smoothly, and pulled me away from Feane, and the two elves.
Feane's sister took me to some place, and pushed me down onto a chair.
"What is your problem? Didn't you see your sister-" I was cut off abruptly.
"I was well aware of the fact that Feane was being questioned by her two sisters." She coldly stated.
'W-what?! She has more sisters?!'
"Then why am I here?!" I demanded, and when I tried to stand up, I was shoved back down.
"You're here because I wish to know why you are traveling with my sister."
"Wait… what?! What do you mean?"
"There must be an explanation! Aramune has been trailing after you two, and she says that you don't even like her! If you've hurt one hair on Feane's head…." She warned, and tried to calm down.
"I'm traveling with her because her father asked, and, frankly, she'd probably be dead if I wasn't traveling with her. AND I'll have you know I haven't hurt her." I growled, and mentally added, 'At least not purposefully.'
She studied me for a moment, and turned to look somewhere else. In entered Feane and her two 'sisters.'
"I hope you didn't scare him, Tygra." Feane pouted, walked over to me and she hugged Rake. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Rake!"
The rogue came up to me, and studied me as well.
"I see why you hang out with him, Feane. Now that I have a closer look, he's more handsome than I thought before!!" She told her sister, as if I wasn't here. And a moment later, "Aw, he's blushing!"
'Yeah! Because I'm ANGRY!' I thought, hoping that was the real reason.
The warrior piped up in a monotone voice a minute later.
"Aramune, we should get going. We haven't the time to play games."
"Fine, Lata. I'll see you later." She winked, and walked off.
'Tygra' was the last to leave, she stared a directly at me, as if to give me a warning, and then walked away.
"I'm sorry about that." Feane told me, still hugging Rake. "My sisters are a little over protective." She smiled weakly.
"Er… Yeah, no problem." I scratched the back of my head, not really knowing what to do.
"The rogue was Aramune, and the warrior was Latamora. Aramune likes to joke around a lot, and Latamora's kinda serious." She continued on, and stood up. "So, what's next? We… we don't have to ride on another gryphon right? Those kinda scare me."
"No, we're not." I watched her do a small victory dance/cheer. "We're going to go to Ironforge, and then to Southshore."
"South-who?" Feane asked, and tilted her head slightly.
"We have to go back to the Wetlands, and then go north."
"We have to go back through the snow?!"
"Yes. I'll get you a coat." I told her. She looked like she was going to hug me again, "Just don't hug me!"
"Aww." She pouted, but grinned a heartbeat later.
I sighed, shaking my head. "Come on, let's get going."
I began to lead her away, to the Tram. We needed to get to Ironforge quickly, then Southshore.
Author's note stuffs: Well, this is the new version. I tried to get the conflict with the sides right. There will be horde here and there. I hope you like undead