Deception (a World of Warcraft Fanfic)

Valurine

(Sarah)

I'm glad to say that the voyage back to Binan village went much more smoothly than it had with Goraff.

It was nice to have a caster rather than a warrior on the boat, not an arrow came near us. Of corse, I did all the fighting back, Anduin just used shields. He wouldn't kill a man, weather it be Horde or Hozen.

We spent the night at the village's inn. Luckily for me, Anduin sleeps like a baby on a real bed, and it wasn't hard to sneak out and give Nazgrim a heads up we would be passing by and to not attack.

"Stooooooop you're going to get sick!" I wined as Anduin popped yet another dumpling in his mouth.

"Noooooo I won't." He mumbled through stuffed cheeks.

I pressed my palm against my forehead. "You'd think a prince would have better manors. You realize that once these are gone, it's back to my cooking." I couldn't tell if he was pulling my leg or choking for real, but after seeing the look he shot me, I didn't care. I leaned over and snatched one from the basket a kind woman had prepared for us after we healed her husband's wounds. It was nice to have some prepared food for the road, but with Anduin, a two day supply would last half the time.

He swallowed the half dozen or so in his mouth before he spoke again. "Maybe some meat this time? I mean, you do have a bow." He was referring to the eggs every morning from back in the forest. How long ago it was that Wrathion was handing us our meals, and I so simply overlooked it.

"Yes, how about goat tonight? They're plentiful out here." It was true, and the way one of them was starring me down, dinner would come to us if we took another step forward.

"Sounds great! Can you put it in a dumpling, though?" He giggled to himself as I rolled my eyes, then helped himself to another handful.

"You're going to get fat."

Raven stopped dead in her tracks, putting her face in the wind, taking a long, thorough whiff. She held a point like position until Anduin and I came to a complete hault.

"What is it Raven?" Anduin asked, crouching down until they were at eye level. Here ears fell flat and she let out a protecting whimper. "Step on something?"

"No, I don't think it's that, she's looking at something." We both turned to meet her gaze. A large column of smoke was coming from the north, about less than a minute away.

"Come on!" I grasped my bow, ready for anything, sha, mogu, whatever was causing the flame. Was it another village, suffering the fate that Binan once faced?

I shook at the thought of a woman, like the one who made us dumpling, lying on the ground, a dead corpse. Thank the Earthmother I was there to save Binan Village.

"Hello?" Anduin called out. Before us was what looked like a large price of machinery, broken beyond compare. The object, though not the source of the smoke, was badly scorched. The Gnomish engineering was unmistakable, despite the damage, it was a gyrocopter.

"Ah, I knew a good Alliance soldier would know a smoke signal when he saw one." An accented voice responded. "State your commander and regiment so in know what to report back to my officer when we return to the base of operations."

"Uh, we aren't part of the Alliance military..."

"Then I'll give you the count of ten to get your Horde asses outta here. One..."

"Wait!" Anduin cried out, stepping into sight. "Surely you recognize me."

"No way..." She gasped, "The little lion cub, what are you doing so far from home? And unprotected?"