I know I should be working on Lost in the Past but I just felt like writing this. This story's based on my WoW charcters. Yep and I don't own anything from Blizzard expect some comics and Arcissa and Firefoy and Byen and Starmoon, but there will be more characters later on =)

And if your name happens to be in this story, it is purly coincidental. Or, you know, I ran out of names andused people I know.

And, yes, this is an A/U. With all the Queendom stuff that I've added in later chapters, it's safe to call this an A/U. Enjoy!

I stand in the quietness of it all. I stare at all the Blood Elves engaged in battle with the Night Elves. Where did it all go wrong? When did all of my dreams turn evil? Azeroth turned against each other. My ears tune back into the battle, the sound of metal against metal fills my ears.

I can't stand the feel of my brethren fighting. I run into the battle and everything stops. Everyone stops the fighting at the sight of both the Blood Elves and Night Elves beloved daughter. The one that was and is their princess of both bloods. The half Blood and half Night Elf.

How did this start out? The last I remember is being at my home in Fairbreeze Village. Before I knew I was a princess or something more than a Blood Elf. I think to myself.

"Get up Arcissa! You might think you have everything under control but you still have to train!" my best friend yells from my doorway.

"Yeah, yeah, Firefoy! I'll meet you out by the training area!" I yell, pulling my covers away from my pale skin. I pull my auburn hair into a tight ponytail without looking at my mirror in the corner. I really need to head to Silvermoon City soon to get it cut off, I think to myself.

I slip into my green pants that stopped at the knees and a matching green shirt. I grab my daggers, that told you I'm a rogue, and slip them into their sheaths. Lastly, I slip my feet into my boots, brown, old and torn, something I need to get at my next trip to Silvermoon.

I rush out of the inn, nearly bumping in to the morning visitors, like the delivery man, fruit salesman, and the innkeeper. I grab an apple from the table. I take a bit from its crunchy outside while still running.

Little things like biting into an apple I always overlook, missing out on the different flavors of each kind. Training now, wonder what Firefoy and Byen have in mind today. . . probably want to see if I can pay attention to them. Maybe they'll try something new. . .

I slow when I finally get to the training area. Small as it was it still fit its purpose, to train the ones who will become guards for Silvermoon City or greater. The area was right before the guardsmen to help protect us from The Scar started, right next to one set of barriers. Where we fought the area wasn't completely slanted but the grass was burnt from a siege that wasn't stopped quickly enough.

"You're late again, Arcissa!" Firefoy yells sitting on the burnt grass next to Byen.

"Sorry, I over slept."

"Arcissa? Sleep?" Byen yells back. "She never sleeps!"

"What? I sleep, on occasion!"

"In other news, there's something different in your eyes today. . ." Firefoy says as I sit next to him, finishing my apple.

"What do you mean, Firefoy?"

"They aren't green anymore they're more like a glassy pale color, sort of like a Night Elf's."

"He's right. . . Anyhow we were just discussing about heading over to Silvermoon after this. You wanna go too? We'll race from here to there," Byen suggests.

"Yeah I haven't had a good race with a paladin and a hunter in awhile."

"Is that so? Well I haven't seen a race between my pupils is a longer while." I spin around to see Master Starmoon, standing with his arms crossed.

"Good morning Master Starmoon," we all say at once.

"Like wise. You were late again Arcissa. You have been late recently, what's been bothering you?"

"Nothing really, just not enough rest."

He ignores the statement like he hadn't heard me reply and continues on with the training for the day. "Today we are going to test your strength against one another. All against each other. No teams. Yes I know this is a first but there's a first for everything."

There's a long pause as we all look each other in the eyes before Starmoon continues again. "Now, draw your weapons and begin!"

I pull my double daggers out and wait for one of them to make the first move. Firefoy takes some steps back and draws his bow. Byen grips his mace in his hands. Firefoy fires straight at me, I sidestep and the arrow misses and I lunge toward Byen. He blocks with a swing of his mace. I'm attacked by a assault of arrows and Byen hitting me in the gut with his mace, throwing me to the ground.

I run toward Firefoy and roundhouse kick him in the face, something he didn't expect. He lie on the ground holding his jaw and then I face my last opponent, Byen. He stares straight into my glowing pale eyes. I feel anger in me that I never felt before. I don't hear Master Starmoon yelling at me, nor do I sense anybody.

I'm driven by anger and almost kill my best friend. My world goes cold as I'm frozen by Master Starmoon's attack and it calms my nerves. My vision blurs and my body gets colder. What cane over me? Am I all right? Will I be like this forever? If I'm like this then there's no way that I can become a guard of Silvermoon.

My vision goes and it leaves for hours.

"Arcissa? Arcissa are you all right?" a voice asks bringing me back to consciousness.

"What happened?" I mumble, opening my eyes to see my room.

"You... you got filled with rage... or something..." Firefoy replies.

"Not normal for a Blood Elf. But normal for a..." Master Starmoon adds.

"Normal for a what?" I ask.

"A Night Elf..."

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind," Master Starmoon finishes.

"Guess we're not going get that race in today after all," I sigh.

"What are you talking about?" Byen yells. "We're still going to do this! I want to see who succeeds in winning!"

"I agree!" Firefoy yells.

"Then let's get out there!"

"You two go ahead, I need to talk to Arcissa," Master Starmoon says.

"Yes, Master!" they yell running out the door.

I move out of my covers and lean against the door frame, waiting for Master Starmoon to get on with his explaination.

"You're special." Is all he says.

"What do you mean?" I ask as he stands up from my bed.

"Nothing beyond that," he sighs.

I walk in his wake, passing by the innkeeper and visiters that come in the afternoon. Days past by quicky now. Last time I remember was waking up and going to my first training with Master Starmoon and Byen and... Firefoy. Six years ago. Time flies, next thing we know we'll be trying to become a royal guard. But if I don't get this under control there's no chance I'll make it.

I stand at the fork in the road with the sign pointing to Fairbreeze Village and Ghostlands in the direction we came from and to the left it read Sunsail Anchorage and Saltheril's Haven. Already leaning against the post is Firefoy and Byen. "Hey, what happened?" Firefoy asks, leaning forward.

"Nothing," I say standing next to him.

"Okay, lets just get this race done and over with. You guys know the drill, give your belongs to Master Starmoon to keep with him and meet us at the entrance to Silvermoon and he'll see who the winner is." We hand him our weapons and money.

"Prepare yourselfs!" Master Starmoon yells. The guards stand to the side, amused by the annual race between Starmoon's pupils, always wondering who would win it this time. "Begin!" he yells opening a portal to Silvermoon City. I sprint top speed, right next to Firefoy, enjoying the wind in my hair, the rush of it all, and my feet pounding on the ground.

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