A/N: The parts of this story that are set in Azeroth take place during Wrath of the Lich King (Thrall is still Warchief of the Horde, and Gorrosh is still Overlord of the Warsong Offensive) with some bits and pieces taken from Cataclysm (Thrall and Aggra are already together, and they have a son.)

Basically, the Warsong Offensive have returned to Durotor for a little R&R, and discover something that they never expected...

I'm not going to win any awards for accuracy, but, hey, this is just a fun story that I thought up one day :P

Prologue

"Gorrosh, I have confirmed the portal functional," the scout grunted, holding his axe by his side. Behind him swirled the entrance to an unknown land; its purple shade was a startling contrast to the orange sand of their surroundings.

Gorrosh Hellscream, along with the small portion of the Warsong Offensive, cast eager glares at the portal. "This is the passage to greater opponents," he growled with a smile, relishing the idea of a new challenge. "And more land to conquer."

High Overlord Saurfang, Hellscream's chief adviser, stiffened beside him. "Have you forgotten our duties on Northrend," he demanded incredulously. "The Horde needs no more enemies, Gorrosh, at least until we have defeated our current ones. Besides, this is not your decision to make."

Gorrosh snarled at Saurfang's logic. "Yontar," he barked.

At the sound of his name, the adolescent orc shuffled forward uncomfortably, looking as though he knew what was coming his way. "Yes, Overlord?"

"What say you to this, boy? Does your father really need to know what the Warsong Offensive does in its spare time?" The other members of the Horde chuckled tightly. As respected as Warchief Thrall was, his reluctance for war was not completely welcomed amongst them.

Yontar stared at Gorrosh with unreadable burgundy eyes. "If the Warsong Offensive is planning another invasion, then there will be no time that could possibly be considered spare."

Gorrosh's expression hardened at this small insult to his authority. Then a wicked smile spread across his face. He turned to face his small army of orcs, tauren and trolls. "You heard the boy," he declared. "There is no time to spare! For victory!"

"FOR THE HORDE," was the resounding reply.

Then Hellscream marched into the portal, followed by his fierce warriors, all screaming battle cries. Yontar made his way through the throng of bodies, and came up beside High Overlord Saurfang. "That wasn't what I meant," he muttered.

"I know," the veteran sighed. "But Gorrosh only hears what he wants."

Chloe paced impatiently around her father's office, occasionally stopping to cringe at the terribly violent news footage that was playing on the flat screen TV. Being the sheltering father that he was, Ambassador Jeffrey Tyler had locked her inside while he discussed business in the other room, probably forgetting that she was probably worse off in here than in there. And Chloe, being the insightful daughter of a powerful man that she was, knew that "business" was just a delicate way of phrasing the planned extermination of the savage creatures that were waging war on the country.

The attacks had only started last week, but already the body count was over twenty soldiers. Their was so much speculation on the invaders - whether they were aliens, or the return of an ancient civilization - but nobody had any real idea what was going on, other than the fact that these things were angry, and extremely dangerous. Newspaper headlines read everything from, "Hulk Angry," to "Killer Cows Seek Revenge".

At first curious about her father's plans, Chloe had tried pressing her ear against the heavy wooden door, and of course not being able to hear squat. But now she was just annoyed. She was eighteen for God's sake, and just as affected by this invasion as everyone else on the planet! Still the only information that her father had shared with her was that he could end the conflict – a strategy that would not work against any of Earth's armies, but might appeal to the more primal culture of the invaders that they were facing.

She could just imagine how horribly wrong this could go…