This story is inspired by the Stories of World of Warcraft (WoW). I do not own any rights to WoW, I only own the characters PLACED in the story. The areas and zones are all inspired by the world of Azeroth created by Blizzard.
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The grass was a green as if you thought you were in a dream. The sun was shining brightly, and the kingdom of High-Light was at piece for once in its short, but crowded life.

On the top of a small podium in front of the whole human race stood Kalane, the Light's Burden. "Humans of the light! Your king speaks! I offer free drinks for all, so come and retrieve some lovely beer!" he yelled out once he knew the human tribe was listening directly to him.

Kalane's brother, Trordim, sighs. He had never agreed to this. Even though Kalane was the true king, Tror had some words in commands too. "Brother, I have never agreed to this..." he said softly, but angrily as well.

"Do not worry, my brother. The cost is all on me, I shall not spend one of the kingdom's gold to the dwarves lending us all of the be-"

A screech is heard throughout the distance, the whole human race could hear the tragedy. Kalane and Trordim both ran to the top of the Tower of Loga'tir. A horde of Orcs are headed towards the City of High-Light.

Trordim recognized these certain orcs. They were red, with glowing green-eyes that lit the area most of the time. He was terrified, but more angry than anything.

"Brothers and sisters! Make haste! We must protect the city of High-Light!" Tror yelled out fierce-fully.

Trordim jumps off the top of the Tower of Loga'Tir, and onto his royal horse named Lycifron. "Charge!" He yelled endlessly.

Unexpectedly, Kalane charges at the one human no one thought he would attack. He tackles Trordim down, painfully.

Tror falls off his horse, and trips over the podium, his eyes start glowing brighter and brighter unexpectedly, a chill fills the area as the solid floor under him immediately changes into solid ice. This is when he knew something was VERY wrong.

"What's...?"

"Brother, I have been keeping you here for a very good reason. But now look what you have done! You monstrous fool!"

Kalane aims his legendary Two-Handed sword towards Trordim's heart. Tror was very confused, but that would never stop him from protecting his life.

"Kalane, stop this madness now! You would be no better than our father!"

"OUR father? Don't you mean MY father, brother... Or should I even call you tha-"

In an instant, an Arrow shot out from one of the Orcish fiend's crossbow, piercing Kalane's heart into two. He fell helplessly to the ground, in painful tears. Trordim gets up, the left side of his ribs ringing in pain from the attack of his own brother.

He looks at his hands, observing. "What is all of this... This new power?" But then, the moment he asked the question, was the moment he answered it for himself.

Tror smiled, "Maybe brother... Maybe thing's could have gone another way... Without you being alive, the human race will perish. Without you being alive, darkness will rise from the depths of this world." Tror smirks, "Without you being alive... it shall create the beginning of the end..."