(AUTHOURS NOTE: ok this first chapter is a lil slow and not much happens but i swear the next chapter will be blow you away for sure, i promise, just manage through this and you'll make it...also The only character so far that I own is Darzon, everything else belongs to blizz, yada yada yada enjoy!)
Chapter 1: You're Me?
"Wait…So if you're me, then that means you…I already told me…you, this, and that you…I would never have gone back to change it in the first place which means that you…I would have never intervened at all which means that you actually-"
"Stop. You're giving yourself a headache. I can tell." Darzon told his past self as he laughed slightly.
Darzon had always been a typical orc warrior, nothing special. He always set high expectations for himself, though he was a bit of the slacker. He loved adventure more than war and his reputation suffered because of it, but he didn't care. All he cared about was living his life, and boy was his life about to get interesting.
It was a typical day for Darzon. He awoke at the Shattrath Inn. He had taken a leave of absence from Northrend. He had said it was too depressing for him so he decided to return to Shattrath and connect with his ancestry. His first step was Nagrand, the original homeland of the orcs. He had spoke with a few of the elders of the village and informed him of a rite of passage ceremony that was an ancient tradition of their people. Darzon was to slay a clefthoof and return it to the village where he would perform a ritual upon it's corpse. Darzon regretfully accepted the task. Although slaying the cleft hoof was not an issue, carrying it back was. He was strong, but cleft hoof's were huge! But, before Darzon could make it back to Garadar, something happened, something that not he or anyone else would have imagined to have happened.
A Large swirling white portal appeared before the warrior. Darzon quickly dropped the cleft hoof's ankles and readied his swords. He had not encountered anything like this before, but he was prepared. An orc stumbled through the portal and fell on his face in front of Darzon. Though perplexed, Darzon held both of his swords at the ready. As the orc rose to his feet Darzon dropped his swords and his jaw in shock. There standing before him was…him! Although the orc was fairly aged, a was a clear, older depiction of Darzon. They had the same hairstyle, same eye color, same skin tone, they even had the same scar on their face!
"Who…What…What are you!?" demanded Darzon as he quickly retrieved his swords from the ground.
"I'm you Darzon." said the orc as he brushed the dirt from his armor.
"What!? That's preposterous!" snapped Darzon as he began to circle the portal orc and survey him.
"You don't believe me…I should have seen me coming." said the portal orc under his breath. "Look, I am you and I'm on urgent business and I need my…your help." pleaded the portal orc.
"So you're me huh? Prove it!" barked Darzon. As he pointed his blade at the portal orc.
"Yeah I would say something like that… Look we rally don't have to do this!"
"Yes we do!"
"Alright…you secretly wish you were a shaman because you wish to have special powers, but because you showed no signs of spiritual connection to the elements you simply toughened up and became a warrior." explained the orc.
Darzon gazed at his future self in awe. Could this really be his future self? If so why was he here, and more importantly why hadn't the world blown up yet?!
"What not enough? Do I need to bring up the incident with the chicken, the boat, that wily warlock, her demons, and-"
"No no no! That's…ok , I believe you…" gasped Darzon. He looked at his future self in aspiration. His future self was apparently very well off. Darzon had simple red and grey armor, nothing special, he couldn't afford expensive armor or find unique treasures, but his future self had large extravagant, brutish armor that could scare the toughest of monsters.
"What are you…am Idoing here?" asked Darzon as he stared at himself with a puzzled look.
"There's no time to explain in full, but I can give you the rundown. Remember the Infinite Dragonflight incidents in the Caverns Of Time?" asked Darzon with a troubled look on your face.
"Yes…" replied a slightly worried Darzon.
"Well let's just say we were completely wrong about what was going on. Those incidents were distractions. The Infinite's were doing something far more…destructive. There's no time, this portal cannot be sustained much longer, we have to go now!" Future Darzon said grabbing his past self firmly by the wrist.
"Wait…So if you're me, then that means you…I already told me…you, this, and that you…I would never have gone back to change it in the first place which means that you…I would have never intervened at all which means that you actually-"
"Stop. You're giving yourself a headache. I can tell." Darzon told his past self as he laughed slightly. The future Darzon flung them both into the time portal, thrusting them into a new when.
