The is my first Fanfic, sorry if there any grammar mistakes i missed.
Tale of the Last Flight
Prologue
Written by Alexander Wojcik
Seventeen years. Seventeen years have passed since the collapse of Icecrown Citadel. Seventeen years of peace and harmony. Seventeen years without war and hatred. Seventeen years since true evil had awakened…..Two have been chosen.
Stormwind Infirmary:
Rain fell again that day. It had been raining for a month now. Northshire Abby and Goldshire had been flooded beyond the imagination of any city official. The refugees of the storm had been herded to The Cathedral of Light, and to the Keep. Many of the current denizens of the city frowned towards the decision of King Anduin Wrynn. This had been the greatest flood the kingdom had ever seen. The torrential downfall had been too much for many, but they all stood strong at the side of Anduin.
"Your Highness, your wife Lorenia is going into labor. Shall I fetch the physician?" asked an aging noble by the name of Sir Reddson.
"Or shall I call upon the Priests?"
"Reddson, my wife is in labor, not on her death bed. Stop being so uncharismatic, and relax. Have you forgotten that she was one a great paladin that has served this kingdom with her heart and honor unmatched by none? She is a strong fighter, she will be alright. But I do begin to wonder what is taking so long with High Lord Deren and his apprentice?" replied the King.
"My lord, I do not wish to correct you, but Deren's apprentice, Maxwell is being knighted as we speak. He is going to be part of the Argent Crusade."
"Well then, I have nothing to fear."
That raining day a child was born, the first son to Anduin and Lorenia. The child was to be named Valoden, after the Holy Order had approved. The child was to be become a paladin, a protector of light and holy. His mentor was to be Maxwell Isfar, Son of Lord Keilth Isfar.
"My king, do you believe that Maxwell is ready to mentor this child, he is no more than a child himself!?" asked Reddson.
"If Deren is right, then my son is in the greatest possible hands. His training shall be watched over by Maxwell at all times. I have full trust in Maxwell and the family of Isfar," said Anduin as he grasped his new son.
"Valoden, my child, you shall become more than I have ever dreamed about. This day has come on the darkest of seasons, but I know you shall become the shining light. One day, you will be legendry, prince of Stormwind.
Shadowglen:
"Lord Terendis, we have news that Stormwind is rejoicing in the birth of their new prince. Shall we send an ambassador to welcome the new prince into the Alliance?" asked a young female sentinel.
"Yes, but please go ask Fandral Staghelm first, I do not want another "Ambassador is missing" situation again, that got me stable master duty for a month!" said Terendis Swiftecho with a slight smile across his face. Terendis was a great, yet hot-headed Warrior Captain of the Darnassian Army, and ranked as the highest fighter class in the Alliance under Assassin. He wishes not to be called an assassin because he is stuck to the idea the only honorable way to kill is face to face.
"Hey Captain! You want to come with us on the Ambassador Expedition? We would really like it for you to show some of the new scouts the ropes, those fools haven't seen any real action or war before. Would be a nice wake up call to go on a real diplomatic mission," asked Junior Commander Sparks, a gnome linguistics expert.
"I would love to come, but today is the birthing day of my child. A new Swiftecho shall be born into this world, and follow in my footsteps." replied Terendis.
Terendis traveled to his home on the eastern end of Shadowglen, knowing that his child would be born at any moment. His mind was racing. He could not get the notion out of his head that his child would not be the warrior he had hoped it would be. No, he thought. This child would be great, far greater than any being to have ever lived. The Swiftecho name would live on in its rightful place in history, among the greatest names and ranks in all of Azeroth. Terendis shall make sure of this, no matter how hard or challenging it would be.
Caverns of time:
"Felo-melorn" whispered a soft voice.
The bronze dragon sentry had died without even knowing it.
The cloaked figure moved to the body of waking Anachronos.
"Bal'a dash, Malanore. Anaria shola." Said Anachronos as the figure moved closer.
"Who are you, and what is it that you want." He asked the figure.
The figure, after some time, revealed a small, silvery orb. The figure then proceeded to the figure of the dead sentry, were he laid the silver orb onto its body. After a slow moment, the figure of the sentry began to convulse violently. The body first entered a phase of violent spasms and trembling. It then began to levitate off into the air, stopping about twenty feet off the ground. The body then erupted into a seething ball of flame, set falling to the ground. The howling of the fallen soul came next. The soul of the fallen sentry came creaming out of its body, shattered, ripping itself apart, tormenting itself. Then, silence came. Utter and pure silence. The body and soul vanished.
"You see, Anachronos, I am what you call, a being, more powerful than you will ever comprehend."
Raising his hand, the figure manipulated a runeblade from the shadowy depths, and held it in his grasp.
"Bash'a no falor talah!" he yelled as he looked at Anachronos.
Anachronos had heard this spell said once, by Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, before she killed a victim. The powerful, controlling echo in his head began to destroy his soul. He knew he was about to die, and the sacred halls of time would be left defenseless.
The mighty cavern where the past, present, and the future merge was ravaged and dismantled. The great halls, destroyed and forgotten, were many Bronze Dragonflight corpses lay in their final resting places. At the far end, the last of the timelines were sealed off, only one shadowy figure remained over the injured body of Nozdormu, the Timeless One. The figure, wearing a long, hooded, red silken robe, stood with a glowing, runeblade aimed at the mighty dragonspawn.
"The mighty Timeless One, fallen in a vain effort to seal off the timelines. What a waste, that you yourself very well know cannot be done alone, even for someone with such a powerful position as you." said a cool and distant voice.
"Whoever you are, whatever you want, killing me will not allow you to succeed. Destroying the Bronze Dragonflight will not go unpunished. Malygos had to find this lesson the hard way. He was killed so that he could not destroy the world in a power hungry fit of rage." coughed Nozdormu.
"You actually think Malygos was smart enough to start that pitiful excuse he called a war on his own? Who do you think gave that nitwit the idea to rebel? Who do you think gave him his powers to shatter that disgusting thing called a council created by Alexstrasza? I did! I was the one who influenced the Mighty Spell-Weaver into my whim. You have no idea the power I posses. You cannot comprehend what I am capable of doing to this pathetic realm of the living." said the voice in a hushed yet stern tone.
"Who are you?" asked the Timeless One.
With a brief smirk, the figure removed his hood. There stood a human with long Blood Red hair, with fiery orange streaks. His cold, purple/blue eyes started aimlessly into Nozdormu's own. He smiled, and aimed his runeblade at The Timeless One.
"I am Thendalen, Medivh's Son. Now my golden friend, die."
The figure cast the spell before Nozdormu could scream. The Timeless One had died in the very caverns he governed.
"To bad, you could have been a mighty ally. The rest of the dragon flights shall fall. "
Little did Thendalen know, but he was being watched by a bronze dragon named Chromie. She had been hidden from sight, ordered by Nozdormu to do so. The Collapse of the Dragon Flights and the sealing of the timelines, what was this evil being planning? Chromie must warn the Council. Azeroth is not safe anymore.
Wyrmrest Temple:
Alexstrasza the Life-Binder stood with her back to Krasus, her prime consort. She had fallen in a deep meditation, and has been suffering from nightmarish dreams, and thoughts. Never had she felt like this before.
"Krasus, I do believe that a powerful life was just ended."
"I feel it too. This may be bigger than we had imagined. Have the children been born yet?"
"Yes, both of them have been birthed, and both of them are being marked as we speak. Krasus, I do believe that we are not safe anymore. The days of the Dragon Flights are coming to an end. We no longer hold the influence that we did so long ago. We age as all other life."
"Alexstrasza, how can you say such things? The Dragon Flights shall always possess their power and domain over their aspects. We shall always reign."
"Krasus, you are wrong." said a voice behind them.
The Life-Binder and her consort looked back to see an injured Bronze Drake flying towards them.
"Chromie, What has happened to you?!" asked Krasus in a concerned voice.
"Alexstrasza, it is my entire fault; I should have gone for help. But I didn't, I was a coward!" sobbed Chromie in her gnome form.
"Chromie, what is it? What is wrong?"
"Nozdormu, and the Bronze Dragon Flight, they are all dead." sobbing louder.
Alexstrasza looked at Krasus with shocked eyes. Krasus too looked on in disbelief. Nozdormu, dead?
"Demestrasz!" cried Krasus.
After a few moments, the Innkeeper ran into the room.
"Give Chromie a room and some very strong Ale. Then contact the Aspect Council. We have some grave news. Go!"
"Yes Lord Krasus." said Demestrasz as he left.
"Alexstrasza, you are right. The time of the Dragon Flights is ending. First Malygos, Now Nozdormu."
"Krasus, I believe this is only the beginning. I pray that the two we picked will be ready."
"This I know, but how will this end?" asked Krasus.
"I do not know. Krasus, I honestly do not know," replied Alexstrasza.
"But I do know one thing……We maybe next."
Seventeen Years after true evil awakened……..
Thendalen…..
More to come....