Old friends

The Northrend moutains were as cold as ever during a blizzard. Winds wiped in the faces of heros, and monsters alike, as the blizzard carried on. Two of these heros were Nemainca the hunter with her pet wolf Amon, and the mightest shamen of the Exodar, Awaran. Both looking aimlessly for a mount, and a lost druid, little did they know they were being watched... as unwanted guests.....
 

           "When can we break, the storm seems to be getting worest and I cant waste my fire totems on heating us up!" Awaran called sittin on a rock and wraping himself in his coat, he wasnt about to freeze to death over a mount he dreamed about and some worthless druid he didnt know. "Oh come on this is perfect weather right here!" Nemainca called out petting her wolf. "Isnt that right Amon?" The wolf whimpered and nudge Nemainca to listen to Awaran and rest. Nemainca let out a long sigh and pouted slightly seeing she was out numbered 2vs1. "Alright alright." Nemainca said and knelt down feeling the ground. "Theres a cave just north of here, we can rest there till the storms dies out." She said with a straight face. Nemainca kid around, but when she saw that Awaran was being serious, she knew right away to drop her act and just obey his wishes. Awaran got up and led the way to the cave, victories as usual, with Nemainca and Amon right behind him. The cave Nemainca had vision was empty and full of beautiful crystal ice reflecting the heros perfectly as the walked in. "Well this is a nice place hmm?" Nemainca asked looking around. "It'll due till the storm passes, untill then we just need to rest." Awaran didnt bother to look at the walls, he jumped right into starting a fire, and roasting some meat from Nemaincas hunt early in the forrest down the mountain. Nemainca sat across from him with amon in back of her, and watched him cook her hunt with pride. "I told you we get hungry sooner or later." Awaran said nothing handing her a peice of meat and devouring his own. "Slow down big guy, your gonna get a tummy ache." Awaran stopped and gave her a look. "Ok really eat and be quiet for once keep quiet while I think how we're gonna stay warm." Awaran bit into the meat and turned away from her and continued his thinking process. Nemainca looked at Amon with a hurt look, as Amon motioned for her to move over to him and then got up himself. Nemainca gulped some crawling next to Awaran and cuddling against his side with her meat in her mouth. "Hey, Hey, Hey, HEY!" he yelled, Nemainca let out a small giggle, "Hey, how are you?" "What are you doing?" "Keeping warm, cuddling keeps a body nice and warm, besides, if I die, then your not gonna get that mount, Im the only one besides my sister Nemmy who knows where it is, and shes missing, plus I need you to save my sister, now whats it gonna be? either you take me in your arms and cuddle or freeze." she gave a seriouse look at Awaran as he gave her a dumbfounded look and groaned at her stubbornness. "Fine, but I never layed a hand on you." "Right and I never layed a hand on you." They both shaked on it, as Nemainca got inbetween Awarans legs and cuddled against him with her back toward him, and placing her jacket over him to keep him extra warm as well, Awaran wrapped his arms around Nemainca and keeped his head away from her as they sat and watched the fire blaze and listen to the wind blow. "Awaran?..." "What now??" "...Why do you want this mount so bad." "Its the mount and the weapon the beast has a weapon I must get my hands on, and I want to become the best shamen to ever live, and defeat any opponent that challenges me." "Thats stupid." "What?" "If you become indestructable no ones gonna wanna love you, if you try so hard to improve yourself, then you'll loose people that you care about along the way, you really want that?" "I dont need anyone thats why I need to get stronger." Awaran stated with anger in his voice that made Nemainca shiver in his arms. "You sound like Jethad...." "Who?" "This warrior that used used to guard Stormwind, My sister and I met him at a royal meeting, he was very generious and sweet, but he always found himself on the weak side, and wanted to get stronger..." Nemainca sighed and shook her head. "while on a walk with my sister in westfall to the cliffs overlooking the ocean, a warlock by the name of Atiesh attacked them and ended up corruptin Jethad, My sister tried so hard to cleanse the corruption but it never worked and Atiesh was ready to go for my sister, it was to late for Jethad, so before the shadowbolt even hit her, my sister jumped off the cliff, luckily she turned into a birde just in time to fly away. Jethad was never seen again, some say he became what he always wanted to be..... but at what cost? He lost everything, do you want to end up like that?" Nemainca turned to Awaran to see a blank expression on his face, he sighed looking out to now a sunny winter wonderland, and then turned back to nemainca. "Come on, the storm is over." He kept a blank expression as he put the fire out and began to head out of the cave. Nemainca sat there motionless, before Amon nipped at her feet and followed Awaran, she then got up and followed with an empty heart.

                                  "So how much further untill we get to this castle of yours?" Nemainca asked trying to see up ahead through what once was sunny, now foggy air, Awaran chuckled looking back at her. "How about a 3 day hike, no sleeping." "Hey I'll manage, just try to keep up." She grinned, Awaran snorted at her remark and kept his eyes forward. "So tell me, is your sister as a great druid as your father?" "No shes still learning, shes trying her best, but I dont know something is keeping her down I suppose." "Ha! I bet she just doesnt have it in her to be a druid." "THATS NOT TRU-" Nemainca stopped dead in her comment at the sound of Amons growl through the fogg, she turned in the direction it was coming from to find he had a nastey look on his face snarling and growling up ahead like shes never seen. "A-Amon, what is it boy?" Awaran stopped in his tracks also hearing the wolf growl and Nemainca ask questions, he narrowed his eyes looking ahead to see a figure in the fogg waiting for them. "We got company." Awaran whispered keeping his hands at his sides near his weapons as he studied the figure that stood a few feet from them and continued to walk. "Keep close." Nemainca gulped also starring at the figure as she followed with Amon keeping right beside her. "Excuse me, may we help you?" Awaran spoke with tention in his voice. The figure stepped foward to them, enough for them to see, and far enough for point a sword at awarans nose, he was a knight and not just any knight... we was a Lich kings Death Knight. "We're just wanting to get to Dalaran, this is the fastest way there, you going to let us through buddy?" Awaran added a little challenge in his voice as his rest his right hand against one of his maces on his belt buckle. The warrior's bright blue eyes looked at Awarans hands and then faced him grinning in his helmet. The knights armor was dark, made of some kinda special plate, tracing his muscles, his helmet had some sorta horns on either side of his face, keeping his face hidden some, and yet showing his bright blue eyes perfectly.  Awaran saw no threat infront of him, his own armor was made of special mail, and hand sewin cape with his own helmet doing a good job of covering his face, but nemainca was left out of the epic gear that the two had. she starred at both waiting for something to happen, when the knight looked over at her. she shivered looking into his eyes and images begining flash in her head. "AHH!" Nemainca flinched and held her head falling to her knees in pain at past imaged running through her head of Jethad and her sister. "Stop it, stop I dont wanna see these!" Amon began his barking trying to snao Nemainca out of it and get The shamens attention. Awaran broke his gaze off the knight and turned around getting his mace out. "Nemainca!" Just then the knight lands an attack, kneeing Awaran hard in the stomache, and elbowing him to the ground in two shots. "Dont get up anytime soon.... sir." The knights voice, echoed deeply and demonicly as he walked over to Nemainca without any effort to hurry and end her sufforing "My head, Sister help me." Nemainca managed to open her eyes some to see the knights grinning face infront of her. She flinched and shivered at his cold stare and looked away only to see Awaran on the ground in his own kinda pain. "Awaran, how did you-" The knight just stood there and began to reach for her, but she was also quick on his feet. "Amon, attack!!" Amon leaped up at the knight and began to bite at his face and claw at his armor, Nemainca grabbed her bow&arrows and starting shooting like crazy with every spell she knew at the top of her head, she was still training back at home, but it could by some time untill Awaran was able to stand. The knight roared throwing Amon off of him near the edge of the moutian and pulling an arrow out of his armor, throwing it at nemainca's pantleg to keep her still. Nemainca pulled her leg to find the arrow was nice and deep in the ground along with his pantleg. The warrior glared fiercly at her and began to walk toward her getting his sword out. "Want to play with the big boys huh?" Nemaincas eyes widden at the sword as she remembered.... Jethad had that same sword... "Awaran HELP!" Awaran lifted his head to see the sword and Nemaincas face, and stood up getting his own weapons out. "Hey Deathboy stop pickin on little girls and mess with a man." Awaran called out. The knight stepped back to look at Awaran and chuckled. "Alright, lets play." The knight ran and jumped at Awaran and sent them both rolling down the moutian in a voilent battle of slashing and smashing back and forth. finally they hit a rock sticking out of the moutain, blizzard picking up again and wipping in their faces, The circled around eachother holding weapons close growling at one another, and then awaran started smashing his maces one by one into the knights face blocking the sword, when the knight spun and kicked Awarans on face and cut through his armor and cut his chest, nice and deep. "Too rough for you elephant boy?" The knight asked. Awaran held his chest grunting at the pain and looking at the knight. "Im just getting started." Awaran held both maces firmly in his head and charged at the knight..... what happens next??? IM NOT TELLING HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA EVIL EVILNESS MUWHAHAHAHAHAHAH.... haha?