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So. The Nexus. One of the most confusing places to have EVER existed! Nobody knows how it started, where it came from, or when it will end.
Hopefully it will never end.
The so-called Heroes that reside here have Immortality, most likely a side-effect of the Nexus. It is rumored that the only way to truly kill a Hero is to destroy the spawn points. But that has been deemed...Impossible.
Again, hopefully.
You might be asking yourself, "Where are you going with this?" Let me explain.
Minions have always been the pawns. Smaller, weaker, less important. Heroes felt no sympathy for them, save a few. After battles, Heroes would just teleport out, and the Minions had nowhere to go. They'd either turn to dust, or...Um...Nobody really knows where in the name of Elune they go off to. Probably live in the woods, become wild men/women. The Realm Lords have tried to locate them, but to no avail. They were simply gone.
"I seriously doubt you can do this." The voice of November "Nova" Terra cut out.
"You can do it if you believe!" The adorable Fae Dragon called back.
A crowd of Heroes and Civilians gathered around, as Brightwing was about to pull off something not insane, not cringe-worthy, but just weird. She was going to triple backflip from a diving board into a pool of Mana-cola (The Nexus' version of Coke) without the help of her wings.
"Brightwing, you're going to crack your spine or head or something if you fail at this. You know you can hardly take damage as it is." One Hero called out.
"Somebody, start recording on their Hearthphones!" Another rang.
"If she dies can I steal some soda from the pool?" A normal old civilian shouted.
"I'm not going to die! If you believe, you can do ANYTHING!" The Fae Dragon giggled.
"DO IT, FLAT FACE!" Now the crowd was getting antsy. Every Hero had gathered around, and every Civilian in town had followed. Anything THIS out of place hardly occurred.
"Brightwing's gonna do it!" Brightwing leapt on her stubby legs, And she..SHE…..
Missed the pool by a mile, bounced on her head as she fell, and dissolved into dust.
The crowd went "Auuughhhh…" before realizing they had a crap-ton of magical soda at their disposal. They began grabbing bottles, cups, or using their hands to get as much as they could.
Brightwing woke up in the hall of storms, with Nova cheerfully staring down at her, like a baby staring at a bottle of milk.
"Did Brightwing do it, Nova? Did Brightwing? Were friends impressed?" Was the first thing she croaked before flying upwards to stare eye-to-eye with Nova.
"Well...You...Somebody recorded it and posted it online...You can watch for yourself." Nova yanked her Hearthphone out of God Knows Where and pulled up the video on Multitube. It was impossible. It had over 1,000,000 views,and 100,000 likes!
Brightwing hit the play button and giggled, until it reached the part where she jumped. She had succeeded in the flips, but she did it in such an angle that she flew over the pool, and bounced on her head, probably causing her brain to bleed.
"Brightwing? Are you...Okay?" Nova shook the tiny shoulder of the creature.
"Brightwing sad that she failed….But Brightwing happy that she tried! It's just… Brightwing noticed something scary in the video."
"What? Was it Kael'thas, Arthas, and Jaina linking arms and singing the Thomas the Tank Engine theme song? Because that's terrifying, AND a sign of the Apocalypse."
"No. Friend Nova, remember the forest behind the pool? And the scary garden battleground just past it?"
"Yeah….Why?"
Brightwing zoomed in on the video. It was blurry, and hard to see, but in the woods, for about 3 seconds, you could faintly see what looked like those stupid Minion things, except dressed...oddly. In leaves, and tribal outfits. The only thing identifiable with them were…
Were their helmets.