AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IDON'TOWNANYTHING! AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
…heh heh heh…please don't sue me… I have no money… except for 26 Canadian cents, 20 pence, and a few American cents. And I live in America. What's wrong here!
Anyshmay, regardless of what is said here, I do like Maiev. She is just fun to bash because she is whiny and … SHE FREAKING KILLED ILLIDAN! Whaaaaaahhh! Illy! Nooooo! Come back! I would ask Blizzard to bring him back… but I think he deserves peace. So let's leave Illy alone.
Oh, one more thing. I hope to have my drawings of Mire on DeviantART sometime soon. I'll let you know when.
I don't own Warcraft, Alice in Wonderland, or Mephistopheles. Even though I wish I owned him. Mwa ha haa…
The chapter of the two of the Fanfic of the me of the reading of the you.
"So Cenarius is dead?"
"Yes, my love, the green skinned brutes somehow managed to defeat him, using the demons fel powers," The Kaldorei priestess concluded, visibly unhappy with the orcs, "We will have to fight them as well. Furion, I don't think we can do this with the green-skinned ones, the humans, the demons, and the undead all closing in on us."
"We may not need to, Tyrande, look over there." He pointed over an outcropping of rock, where a group of humans was finishing up a few undead. One of them spoke,
"Well, that's the last of this bunch of rotters. C'mon, lets head back to base." The tired footmen heartily agreed, and left the clearing.
"You see, my love? The humans fight the undead as we do. We could ally with them."
Tyrande still wasn't convinced, "What makes you think we can trust them? They have no respect for our lands. We cannot trust them."
"We will have to see. In the meantime, we should wake the druids from their slumber."
-Dashed Line of DOOM-
"Why are we even here?"
Tyrande sighed, "We are here because we are waiting for the Prophet that Furion spoke of."
"I didn't ask you!"
"Well then you should have said that!"
"Tyrande, Maiev, stop fighting! You two are giving me a headache."
At this Maiev immediately stopped glaring at Tyrande and started apologizing,
"I'm sorry Shan'do. We didn't mean to."
Tyrande mumbled under her breath, "Suck up."
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!"
"I said that you are a filthy little wh-"
"Priestesses, please. Must you always fight?"
The two women stopped fighting, and promptly started glaring daggers at each other. Soon after, a young looking orc, and a human girl stepped out of the woods. Furion addressed them,
"I take it you are the ones the Prophet spoke of?"
The human spoke, "Assuming he told you that you would be meeting one Jaina Proudmoore and one Warcheif Thrall, then yes, we are."
Thrall laughed at this, "Well, I suppose all we have to do now is wait for the Prophet."
As soon as these words were spoken, a large black Raven flew down from the trees and landed, turning into the Prophet in a swirl of green light. Furion turned towards the Prophet,
"Speak of the Devil."
All of a sudden, on a nearby rock, there was a flash of dark purple light, and as everyone pulled out their weapons to defend themselves, the dark light disappeared, revealing a man with large feathered black wings, long flame red hair, and pale white skin.
"Well if you didn't want anything, why did you call for me?"
"You are all officially boring. I am leaving." With that he left in the same manner as he came, leaving six very confused people. Silence followed until the Prophet spoke,
"Well… that was…odd. Anyway…" the Prophet proceeded to explain his history and convinced them to ally and I could find out what he said but I am lazy so I won't.
The following has nothing to do with the plot.
Mire: Does anyone have a dormouse?
Mephistopheles: Why do you need a dormouse?
Mire: I wanna stuff it in a teapot.
Mire: (hugs Kael) Happy Un-Birthday!
Kael: Get off me! Aren't I supposed to be paired with Illidan?
Mire: No! Mine! (Pins Kael to the ground)
Mephistopheles: I wonder if that tea of yours is really tea…
Kael: Help! I'm not really gay! I was just acting!
Mire: And besides, my hair is long enough for me to be a girl.
Kael: I don't care! Get off! I'm not gay!
Mephistopheles: Sure you aren't, that's why you have long, blond, effeminate hair, wear knee-high boots, wear a long red cloak, are skinny, and wear women's shirts.
Kael: I do not wear women's shirts!
Mire: And you're one to talk. You use more hair care products than most girls.
Mephistopheles: So are you Mister-my-hair-is-seven-feet-long-and-very-smexy-s o-i-will-flaunt-it-in-your-face!
Mire: That's because it is very smexy. And I'm not in the closet.
Me: Yeps. And you might want a heads up that you are going to get attacked by polar bears.