A/N: Okay, just a few notes about this story before you read it. If you have already skimmed the story a bit, or when you do begin to read it, you will find the format different from what you would normaly find. The beggining of each chapter begins with the reader and another character talking. Each chapter ends the same way. The majority of the story though is about World of Warcraft and W.I.T.C.H. The story is written in this format for a couple of reasons:

1) Since this will be a x-over of W.I.T.C.H. and the popular MMORPG "World of Warcraft", I wanted the reader to have a taste of Role Playing. This fits in with what "World of Warcraft" is. Therefore, this dialogue takes place as if the reader was a person living in Azeroth.

2) I am testing out this format to see if i like it. If I decide this format is not feasiable, I will change the stories. I find it intriguing to have the reader be a traveler listening to a tail being told by the local bard. It will go no farther then that, A travler listening to a story. The dialogue is ment to give you an idea of how a traveler might feel during the telling of the tale.

I would love to have Feed Back on this format. This will be my only story to feature this format (unless I move on to a sequal). Lastly before I continue onwards, I would like to clarify the timeline for this story. It occours ruffely a month or two after the fall of Phobos and Elyon's elevation to the throne of Meridian. The Guardians have not reached the Nerissa storyline yet. For reference to the time period of World of Warcraft, the story takes place after the portal to the Outlands becomes active. Therefore there are possiblities for Blood Elves and Draenie to appear in the story. Well, I better let you get to the story at hand .

This story was posted in March of 2007.

Ho! Stranger! What brings you to these parts?

You are greeted by a slender, female bartender polishing a glass at the Bar.

Perhaps to see Hellfire tower?

You nod your head because you have heard the tales and wanted to set out upon your own quest.

Well, you are out of luck then. The way up the mountain is blocked by tons of snow. Beasts and Demons alike prowl the area chasing away unwary travelers.

You let out a sigh in disappointment.

Well, since you're here, why don't I tell you the tale of how it all started?

You raise an eyebrow at the bartender who has offered to tell you the tale.

Oh, me? Well I'm the local bard, as well as the bartender. Karen McGee at your service. Now how about that tale?

You nod your head in understanding and settle down to listen to the tale.

Good. Why don't I start from the beginning? It happened not that long ago…

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"How long until your preparations are complete, Persephonea?" A voice filled with darkness, hatred, and immense power asked through a crystal ball. The voice seemed to fill the circular room, and caused light to flee creating immense shadows from the fire that burned from the grate.

There was a colorful rug on the floor next to a table where the crystal ball sat, spun with the tales of Persephonea's predecessors who had all tried and failed to summon her dark master.

Persephonea turned toward the crystal ball from her position at the window. A blizzard screamed outside causing snow to flurry and eddy around the tower.

"Soon my master, very soon. I have all of the items necessary for the ritual." She replied, her voice low and sensual and able to take the breath away from a man. The voice issued from a tall slender silvery haired Blood Elf. "All that is left is the sacrificial blood."

Blood Elves, relatives of the Night Elves in that they both had the same ancestry. Blood Elves had been cut off from the wells of magic and so reverted back to their appearance before being touched by magic. Blood Elves were addicted to magic though and fed their arcane addiction by sucking the magical force out of living creatures.

Dressed in purplish, blood red robes, Persephonea honestly did not look that very threatening, but whenever one was unfortunate enough to taste the virile power behind her, one fled with the utmost haste.

Her hair was long with slight curls at the ends framing a face with green glowing eyes, signature of the Blood Elf blood that ran thru her veins. Persephonea really did not care much for what others thought of her appearance, as the cloak she would don whenever venturing out of her sanctum greatly concealed her face.

"Good. You have done well Persephonea, unlike the previous fool who tried to summon ussss." The dark voice remarked with a fierce hiss. It was very displeased with the way the one before Persephonea had failed.

"Greshan was a fool Master. He had allowed the weak minded to corrupt him and his goals. I obliterate the weak minded and use them for my deeds." Persephonea replied a maniacal grin crossing her delicate face.

"Persephonea, who is it that you will sacrifice for the ritual?" the inscrutable voice asked, a bit curious as to how his loyal minion would accomplish this next undertaking.

"Ah, a simple task, Master. At the bottom of this mountain, there are several villages with many inhabitants to sacrifice. I shall use them to bring you to this world." Persephonea revealed knowing full well what was needed of her. "In fact, I will be going out tonight to find some fools to offer up to the ritual."

"Excellent. I will leave you to do your duty Persephonea. Do not displease me." the dark voice commanded before fading out.

"I will not displease you Master. I shall bring about the end of Azeroth!" Persephonea proclaimed with a boisterous cackle before turning back to the window to watch the eternal blizzard that isolated Hellfire Tower from the rest of Winterspring.

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…And so that night was the night when the nightmare truly began stranger. It was most terrible indeed. Would you like something to drink?

You nod your head yes. The trip was long and you're thirsty.

Perhaps some mead? Very well. A pint for you on the house. I find it terribly lonely out here. We don't have many visitors. Why don't you finish that before I continue on?

You nod in agreement, watching as Karen the Bartender polishes a few more glasses.

A/N: Alright, so you've had a taste for the story. I know, I know. The Guardians aren't even in the prologue, but I will get to them in the next chapter. Right now I'm setting up the story so you are not completly confused and wondering what the heck I'm doing. Read and Review if you would.