(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place AFTER Brothers In Arms (my other story) but should be read BEFORE Brothers In Arms. That story is meant to be a sort of prequel to this story. I'm going to pull Brothers In Arms down, finish this one, and then REdo Brothers In Arms. Now that that is out of the way, enjoy this story!

The End Of Azeroth: Attack Of The Destroyer

Chapter 1: Seeking out a Legend

Several years have passed since the Lich King and his allies were vanquished in Northrend. With no more common enemies, the Horde and Alliance returned to their constant battling, though due to friendships made between the factions over the years the fighting is not as brutal and hateful as it once was. In fact, many cross faction relationships have been forged and the halfling(children of two different races and/or factions) population is at an all-time high. But, unknowingly to the denizens of Azeroth, an evil looms ever so closely. A familiar evil that brings a threat more devastating and horrifying than they could ever imagine…

Draggar rode a black bear fitted with red armor through the streets of Orgrimmar. He was heading towards Grommash Hold to deliver to Thrall news of his victory in Alterac Valley. Draggar arrived at Thrall's chamber's within the Valley of Wisdom and left his bear outside. The young orc then walked into the throne room and saluted to the Warchief.

"Lord Thrall, I bring great news! I have come to announce the victory of my forces within Alterac Valley!" Dragazar announced in a proud voice. Such an accomplishment was very impressive for an orc as young as him. He had barely come of age, yet he was a respected Senior Sergeant of the Horde army.

"I am very pleased to hear of your victory young one. You are truly Draggo Dragonblade's son…" Thrall praised the young orc as he sat in his Throne. Draggo Dragonblade was a great hero not only in the eyes of the Horde, but the eyes of the alliance as well. He had fought heroically at the Black Temple against Illidan, at the Sunwell against Kil'jaeden, and was even part of the small group that vanquished the Lich King in Northrend.

His relatively small clan, the Dragonblade orcs, are also known for being a very strong, noble, and courageous clan of orcs. It is even said that this clan was once entrusted by Thrall to go and complete special tasks that he could not entrust to his official army. Though this has never been proven, many Dragonblade have grown to be formidable and honorable warriors nonetheless.

Thrall gazed upon the young orc. Perhaps orc was not the proper term to use. Though he favored his father's orc-esque physique and appearance,for the most part, he was still half draenei. His skin was more of a darkish blue rather than green and his eyes were a piercing solid whitish blue. His draenei blood also gave him a much softer look than the average orc. He received much ridicule for being a 'cursed' or 'disgraceful' birth, but his father and his clan's legacy, along with Draggar's own resume, spoke for itself. Many believed it was his halfling blood that gave Draggar his masterful skill as a warrior while many others believe he simply takes after his father.

"Does something trouble you Warchief? You seem…distracted." asked Draggar as he gave Thrall an odd look. Thrall seemed rather distracted and distant. Draggar had been in the Warchief's presence before and had never seen him in such a state.

"Draggar I need to speak with your father. Go and seek him out for me." Thrall said suddenly in a almost panicked tone.

"But, Lord Thrall, I have orders to head out to-"

"Forget your orders. If anyone asks what happened of you, they will have to come see me." Thrall stated in a rather booming and demanding voice.

"Yes Warchief, as you command…" Draggar said as he saluted Thrall one last time before exiting the hold. Still perplexed by Thrall's strange behavior, Draggar mounted his bear and set out to find his father. He knew exactly where he could find his father as well. He was in a sort of 'retirement' mode. Though he would occasionally go on a mission every so often, Draggo was often with his wife, Draggo's mother, Kanya, and Draggo's younger sister, Velemere, at his home on an island he found off the coast of eastern Durotar with just enough fertile landscape for his small family to thrive.

Draggar procured a boat from a local fisherman and ventured out to the small island. It was beautiful place filled with verdant green grass and tall tropical trees and great soil for farming. It was the perfect spot for a family. Draggo stepped onto the island as childhood memories flooded his mind. He even reminisced about an incident he had where he had fallen out of a tree as a young boy and obtained his first 'battle scar' as he called it back then as he passed by the tree again. Though he was much larger and stronger than he was as a child, he was still slightly intimidated by the tree. With a smirk of amusement Draggar strolled through the tree towards the house on the center of the island.

The first person to greet Draggar was his mother who had been exiting a house for one of her 'spirit walks'. Draggar wasn't a shaman like his mother and could never really grasp her connection with the elements. Whenever he asked her she would always laugh and say "You may not understand the spirits, but they understand you". She was considered by many people of all races an absolute beauty. She had smooth, soft, ebony blue skin and a muscular, yet petite body(many people underestimated her ability to fight and paid the price). Her face was perfectly sculpted down to every last curve. Her horns swayed backwards on her head slightly tipping upwards at the tips. Her jet black hair flowed down the top portion her back and hung neatly over her left eye. Though she was quite aged like her husband, no one would have been able to guess it.

Kanya greeted her son with a hug and a kiss that only a mother could give to her child. "Draggar! Oh, how I have missed you my son! How have you been?" she cooed.

"Fine mother. I just returned from Alterac Valley-"

"Oh Draggo you know how I detest these tales!" Kanya scolded as she waved her finger in Draggar's face in a motherly fashion. Draggar rolled his eyes. No matter what he did, who he killed, or what he accomplished he was always seen by his mother as a young child.

"How are we ever to achieve peace if the Horde and Alliance are to kill each other every five minutes.?" ranted Kanya.

"Mother, you know you we fight for peace. All Thrall ever wanted was to be at peace with the Alliance. I may like the excitement of battle, but I do want peace and that's what I'm fighting for." Draggo explained. These kinds of speeches were the only way to get his mother off his case. She gave him a judging glance.

"Right…What brings you here, my son?"

"Yes, I'm actually here on business-"

"Of course you are. You don't come to visit just to see us."

"Mother…" Draggo said in a slight growl.

Kanya put her hands up acknowledging her son's annoyance.

"Thrall wishes to see him."

"Very well…Your father's outback dealing with the crops. Follow me." Kanya sighed gesturing towards the rear of the house.

The first sight Draggar saw was not his father, but his sister, Velemere, playing with Frostwing, a prized deep blue proto-drake that Daggo had claimed in Northrend. This proto-drake was very unique. Unlike most proto drakes, it's arms were large and bulky. It also had large spikes lining it's spine from it's head to it's tail, aside from a small spot on his back where the saddle was. Draggar had been told that spikes had stop growing there after being repeatedly removed from the drake by it's previous owner. The drake was also much larger than an average proto-drake and maintained a more beastial appearance. It's wing span was longer and ths tips of it's wing had icle like claws. It's leg were bulging with muscles and it's thick blue talons dug deep within the earth. It's fangs were slightly longer than the usual proto-drake and it's piercing yellow eyes alone could make some of the bravest warriors quiver in their boots. Although the drake was intimidating to most, to it's owners it was a kind, gentle, and caring pet that Draggo had kept over the years. Velemere loved to ride around on Frostwing's back as he trotted around and always begged her family to let her ride it, but they always told her it was too dangerous.

"Draggar!" cheered Velemere as she spotted her brother. She hopped off Frostwing's back and dashed for her brother. Draggar picked up his beloved sister in his arms and hugged her. Velemere was much younger than her brother; she was a mere adolescent. Though she too was a halfling, she appeared to be an average draenei girl with the exception that her skin was slightly green. In fact, aside from a few minor facial differences, her pigtails, and a different horn orientation(her horns pointed upwards as oppose to backwards)she looked just like her mother. She would not receive as much mockery as her brother for such features and her family was grateful.

"Guess what brother! Mommy's been teachin' me how at be a shaman! Wanna see?" asked a jubilant Velemere. Draggar turned to his mother with a shocked expression. She simply nodded with a large grin on her face. Draggar had never heard of a one so young learning the ways of a shaman.

Velemre's got a bright destiny ahead of her thought Draggo as he smiled at his sister.

"Let's see what Mom's taught ya." Draggar said.

Velemere gave Draggar a heavy nod and ran over to a nearby puddle. Velemere held out her hands and began to let out stressful grunts as a small orb of water rose from the puddle and swirled around before collapsing and falling back into the puddle.

"Did ya see that Draggy!? Mommy's been teaching me how to talk to the spirits! They let me do all kinds of cool things if I ask 'em real nice!" Velemere said as she hopped around excited by her shamanistic ability.

"Yea Vel I saw it." Draggar chuckled. While Draggar was distracted a familiar slimy tongue began to slither it's way all over his face.

"Yea I didn't forget you either old friend." Draggar laughed as he rubbed his hand across Frostwing's head. The mighty beast purred like a kitten.

"What's all of this commotion I'm hearin'?" called out a voice Draggar knew all too well. He turned to see his father emerge from a field and saw the large smile spread across his face. Though age had slowly begun to wrap it's itself around his father, he still bore a strong resemblance to his youthful self.

"Draggar, my son, it is good to see you again! How have you been?" Draggo exclaimed a he embraced his son with a fatherly passion.

"It is good to see you father. I recently returned from a victory in Alterac-" Draggar could feel his mother glaring him down from behind him.

"Alterca Valley you say? Good on ya boy!" Draggo laughed as he slammed his heavy hand on his sin's back. Age had had little to no effect on his strength, that's for sure.

"Draggo, don't encourage him!" snapped Kanya.

"What? The boy's taking after me and my father. I named him after my father for a reason. I knew he would be a great warrior!" Draggo replied in a triumphnat tone. "So what brings my son back home?"

"Thrall wishes to see you father. He sent me to retrieve you." Draggar said.

"Oh really. I'm sure it's just some minor business. I will go to see him soon." Draggo said.

"Father Thrall was acting very strange. I think it is urgent."

Draggo released a heavy and annoyed sigh. He hated the thought of going on another dull mission. He knew he was never assigned anything important, so he dreaded the thought of being called back for some tiny annoyance. He rather spend his time at home caring for his family. Regardless of his feelings, He was a member of the Horde and when duty called, he answered.

"Very well. I'll leave now." Draggo sighed as he turned to Frostwing. The drake kneeled before it's master as Draggo approached. Once saddled onto the drake, Draggo told his family he would return shortly and then he lifted off into the skies. Velemere folded her arms in frustration as she often did when anyone but her got to fly her beloved Frostwing

"This is why I left the Alliance." hissed Kanya in an agitated tone. She hated these missions as much as Draggo did. She couldn't bear the thought of losing any more loved ones to violence and war. Draggo was indeed the reason that she left the Alliance. If she could not be with the man she loved because of a faction's ideals and morals, she would not belong to that faction.

"I will go too mother. I'm curious to see what's going on." Draggar said in a suspicious tone. He gave his mother and his sister hugs and kisses before leaving for his boat that would take him back to the mainland.

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As Draggar approached Grommash Hold, his father walked out with a very disturbed, yet serious look on his face. Draggar immediately sensed something was wrong.

"Father, what did Thrall wish to speak to you about?" Draggar asked.

"Thrall has ordered a meeting of his most trusted advisors and warriors along to meet with some of the most notable members of the Alliance. He wouldn't tell me what is happening but it's big." Draggo said, continuing to walk at a rushed pace.

"How big?"

"By the tone of his voice and his odd actions, I would say end of the world big..." Draggo said in a slightly fearful tone.