World of Warcraft: Unrequited Love

by Anthony

I lived a simple life - a life born from a miracle. Yet, the true miracle was meeting you. I look back now on our good times. I remember everything leading me here to the cold North, where I was to find you again as a man I hardly recognized. I find myself an unlikely adventurer, fighting a war for the world and my heart.

1. Prologue

Author's Note:

Hello everyone! I wanted to first thank you, the reader, for taking the time and interest to read this fanfiction. This is the first time I'm publishing anything in several years so I'm a little nervous. However, I really wanted to have some feedback on this particular work so that I may continue it to the best of my ability.

The story behind this World of Warcraft fanfic is that I wanted to enter the creative writing contest Blizzard had somewhat recently. However, although I had an idea in mind, I wasn't able to complete it in time and also realized that I wanted to get every idea I had into the story which would go beyond the 10,000 word maximum. Therefore, I decided that no matter what – contest or not – I would complete the story.

This is the story I have so far. I have divided it into two parts – the past and the present. I hope that you will enjoy what I've written and I welcome any critique you may have. And for all of those Warcraft lore sticklers, the story isn't 100% true to Warcraft lore. I've arranged it to fit this particular storyline, so please understand.

Without further ado, enjoy!

Prologue

I had spent much time already within the never-ending winter of Northrend. I had grown accustomed to the rosy cheeks and numbness of my nose. Yet, this was the one moment I felt the icy winds creep across my skin, plunging into my heart like a million daggers. My body may have been telling me the feeling of sharpness in my heart was simply the freezing weather, but my heart knew better. The pain, the hurt, and the shock of the revelation that presented itself before me was its true origin.

I lied on my back, weakly, against one of the frozen trees in the forest. My skin bruised, and my clothes torn, I struggled to gather my courage to face the enemy that had placed me in this state. With power of death and darkness, he cut through my protective spells to deliver a massive blow. Nevertheless, no blow was more potent than the fact that my journey, my whole purpose for being in Northrend, was for nothing.

Worse than death, he had been taken from me. His eyes burned with an icy fire as he pointed his black iron blade at my chest. There was once a time when I stared into those eyes and I could see his heart beaming back at me. Now, his heart did not beat for me, not even for himself. I had no idea what you had become, nor if I'd ever have the courage to defeat you.