A/N: this is my first fic plz review. I'm gonna make a series of fics and this is the first; THE PHOENIX PRINCESS. Lol I bet u can't guess who the princess actually is. Plz plz plz plz review!
Disclaimer: Warhammer is not mine, dur. It is games workshop and only da characters and story, bla bla bla r mine. So's da hill, da etc. etc.
Thank you to my beta-reader Alexannah! You rock! ;-)
This story is for 2 people – Hannah, one of my best friends and the 1st to read this chapter, and Charlotte from my drama group.
The Phoenix Princess
By highelf tau
Chapter I
Saynor
I looked out across the once green fields at the green and black horde shambling across our proud island. The boiling hate rose in me. I took a look at my sister Sylana. She glanced back from inside the tiranoc chariot, her face expressionless as she caressed her precious longbow, and our younger brother, Alyantai, glared out at the orcs.
Sylana
Alyantai's heavy breathing felt strangely reassuring as we looked nervously at the hated enemy. I saw out of the corner of my eye Saynor look at me, with an expression I could not decipher. I ran my fingers along the shaft and bowstring of my longbow I had been presented when I was barely 124. I heard our commander signal the advance.
"Althanii Sarraudun Ishile!" bellowed the war prince.
Saynor
It was time. As soon as Prince Althede gave the advance command I took a fast walk towards the advancing orcs to my prearranged position, on the hilltop of El-Thaddun to destroy the orc's encampment then to fire my spells. With a bellow, the cavalry, Sylana among them, charged towards the orcs. But then I realized with a jolt of fear, the orcs were beginning to fire hundreds of bows.
Sylana
I raised my hand to the quiver of fine, white-fletched arrows and drew one at random. I examined it absent-mindedly as I loaded it into my bow. Then there was a terrible whoosh, and at the same time shouts of surprise and anger from the hilltops behind me. "Arrows!" shouted the captains as hundreds of black rusty arrows shot from the orcs, and with terrible speed smashed our elven riders off of their steeds. Suddenly, a second volley came, and one of the arrows pierced the neck of my brother's armour. With a half-lived yell, and a smash he fell straight off the back of the chariot. Dead.
Saynor
I saw the arrows plunge into our army, and faltered, and out of the hell of agonized screams, shrill whinnies, and the smashing of falling horses, I saw Alyantai fall dead from his and Sylana's chariot. I felt the anger boil up inside me, and I released it in a devastating fireball from the end of my ornate Starwood staff. I smiled insanely to myself as I watched lots of the orc archers incinerated instantly, many more slowly burning up, and I found an unearthly pleasure inside me contrasting with my rage of having my brother Alyantai slain.
Corlarne
From the hilltop I watched grimly hundreds of our numbers fall, and saw Alyantai fall from the back of the chariot. I went literally mad. I knew he was dead the moment the arrow hit him in the neck, and I kicked my loyal eagle Gradione-Lathadd into an aerial charge. I was going to kill every single orc on that battlefield until the rage at having my beloved Alyantai slain. I lowered my spear, letting fury wash over me and smashed headlong into the tight ranks of orcs.
Prince Althede
The orc arrows felled many of our best knights and I saw Corlarne's face contort with rage and I knew without looking that Alyantai, the warrior she loved had been slain. My guess proved correct as I looked down and saw him roll over onto the ground, a black arrow deep within his neck. I knew that Corlarne was going to kill every orc here or die trying. I saw the fury etched also on the mage Saynor's face as she released it in a fireball spell.
Corlarne
With a crunch of bones splintering, my spear punched through the orc. The orc bellowed and swiped out at Gradione-Lathadd, who dodged and bit the orcs neck, cutting off its head. I bellowed, "This is for Alyantai," as I charged towards the orc warlord, a massive mountain of green muscles, and drew my blade as I came...
Sylana
I saw Corlarne charge at the orcs mounted on her proud eagle. Just before that, Saynor released a fireball towards the orc archers. I, on the other hand, was paralyzed with fear, sadness, loss, and most of all, anger. I took a last look at my dead brothers pained face, and forced myself back to the battle. I loaded in the arrow I drew earlier with trembling fingers, and released it from the bowstring. I saw it launched towards the orc warlord, the same one that Corlarne was charging at. I loaded in a second one, and fired it at the orc warlord again.
Orc Warboss Hallukun the head ripper
I grunted as I saw a big blob of fire goin' towards my arra boyz. It burnted dem all up, it did. Ggrrrr, I thought. I'm gonna kick doze elfys dead, I am. Im gonna rip off all their heads I am. Im gonna….. At that moment, Corlarne, mounted upon Gradione-Lathadd flew at Hallukun and once the blue-flamed sword swiped off his head, but before he died fully, he sliced back, missed Corlarne, and hit the eagle. Then, he knew nothing more.
Corlarne
I flew at the green giant and sliced of his head. "Graaagh!" he shouted as he was dying, and I would have smiled if he had not taken that moment to swipe at me with a gigantic green scimitar. I ducked, but it hit Gradione-Lathadd's neck, and the once-proud, now beheaded great eagle, died within seconds. Now, I was really mad at the orcs.
Later, in the lush forest that is home to Saynor.
Sylana
I was really, really sorry for Corlarne. She probably was the most affected of the three of us about Alyantai's death. Not to say that Saynor and I weren't affected - he was our brother, for Isha's sake. I put my arm around tear-stricken Corlarne. Saynor was crying too, quietly.
"I'm sor -" Corlarne began, but Saynor interrupted her. "There is no need to be sorry," she said quietly. I felt as if I was beyond tears, but I was mistaken; a tear trickled down my cheek. More came. Saynor told us that we should not be ashamed to cry. I think Corlarne was just trying to get over it like a wild maiden from annuli would normally do. Yeah right, like they wouldn't be sad if they'd just lost their love. I didn't think I would ever know if Alyantai returned her affections.
The walls of Ulthuan – Dragon Gate
Corlarne, Sylana, and Saynor were staring out to sea. Corlarne, refusing to believe that her beloved Alyantai was truly dead, had her face set grim, but sad at the same time; a kind of lonely expression was in her eyes. Saynor was silently worrying about Corlarne; whether she could overcome her loss and face the truth. Yet, it was impossible, but Saynor had a strange feeling that Alyantai had not truly passed of the face of the old world. She dismissed it and continued to consider what to say to her sister. Sylana was staring out at the horizon, wondering if there could possibly be somebody for her. She wondered about it, and secretly wished there could be...
A/N: aww isn't it sad. As I said before, please please please review and tell me what you think about it. And if you wanted, you could even have a guess at who the phoenix princess actually is.