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Caution: This story will contain explicit content (MalexMale: WrathionxAnduin) so I am placing it in the M rated section for future purposes.
Summary: Wrathion tries to convince Prince Anduin that some evil can have no salvation but that the strength of will is more powerful than the Light, itself. Wary of Wrathion's true intentions, Anduin is forced to make a decision that could drastically effect the rest of the world.
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The dark of night shrouded the lonely, serene tavern. Cold mist rose calmly into the sky, masking the bright light of the stars far beyond the world of Azeroth.
"Young prince," A sharp voice cut abruptly through the still air, "why do you linger on the roof of the tavern every night for so long. Are your thoughts of home, or do the stars speak to you?" The black whelping laughed.
Anduin was silent a moment, then sighed. "Our world…It's beautiful isn't it."
The whelping stayed silent, hovering beside the young man's head. He landed softly and his body transformed into that of a human. "It is." His demeanor became soft and he lay beside Anduin, fixing his eyes on the heavens above.
"I believe there is still hope for peace in our world. Though Garrosh seems heartless and cruel, I do believe he can be changed. I'm sure he wasn't always this way."
Wrathion scoffed at the very idea. "You're a fool, princeling. That orc tried to kill you, yet you defend him."
"I'm not defending him, but…he cares for his Horde as much as my father cares for the Alliance. They just...show their care in different ways."
Wrathion turned on his side, placing his fist under his chin. "You never cease to amuse me, Anduin. Please, enlighten me. Why do you think this orc warchief can be changed? He rules his faction with an iron fist. I admire that. However, his heart is hardened and the way of war is all he knows."
Anduin sighed once more, thinking about the question. Of course, the black dragonling would mock him for any answer he was given. "There's always a little good in all of us. Loss and tragedy may drive someone to the brink of their sanity, but does not every mortal yearn to be happy and at peace?"
Though Wrathion chuckled, Anduin was not discouraged from his opinions. "I suppose that could be so. We are not everyone, so we will never know." Beginning to ponder the thought, Wrathion became frustrated. "Weak. The lot of them. Slaves to their past, they seek to wallow in the ashes of what was forever destroyed."
"Who are you speaking of, Wrathion?"
"Tell me, Anduin. What is it that you value most in this world?"
"I suppose there are many things. Without one, I could not value the other. Virtue, strength of heart, and all of those who seek to bring understanding to those that have strayed from the light; these I value above all others."
"You sound just like a priest." The two laughed quietly. "Your heart is kind to a fault, Anduin. I hope it only serves you well through your years. Come with me, I wish to show you something."The dark skinned dragonling got to he feet and walked lightly over the stone tile roofing to an opening, leading to the upper floor of the tavern. Hesitant, Anduin followed him. Wrathion was always up to some mischief and though he seemed stable most of the time, Anduin never knew what to expect. "We will be going down the the mountain a little ways. Does your injury permit such a thing?"
"I'll be fine."
The two began their descent slowly down the dark mountainside. They did not follow the path, but instead went to a dark, steep side of the mountain. The grass was slippery with the evening dew, but Wrathion led the way confidently.
"Here we are, Anduin. Behold, the Vale of Eternal Blossoms." Anduin had been here before but remained open for what Wrathion wanted to say. His eyes strained into the darkness, only to see the flickering firelight of the enemy faction shrines in the distance. "The Horde looks across the valley and sees a threat to their very existence. The Alliance sees likewise. Allow me to show to you a face of true malevolence and corruption." Anduin was taken back when Wrathion removed his turban, revealing two small horns sticking out of his wild black hair. "Not me, you silly boy. Look into my eyes now, and I will show you." Wrathion grabbed Anduin's chin and placed his forehead against the young prince's. His eyes were like fire; hotter than the lava pits of Mount Hyjal. They grew brighter and brighter and in a flash, Anduin could see a different land in a different time.
"What is this place?"
"A memory, instilled in my blood as a black dragon. Though I have not beheld the events of my father physically, I can see some events of a time past. There he is now, uncorrupted, a great aspect appointed to care over the continents of Azeroth. Now, as you see the land melt before your very eyes, see what the Old Gods have done!" There appeared a great black dragon in the midst of the deepest parts of the earth. His size was indescribable. The darkness that shrouded him revealed the very fires that burned inside his body. Again, the vision melted and they appeared in the Barrens, only to behold the great destruction that Neltharion, now Deathwing, inflicted on the very land he was appointed to protect. "His corruption was not reversible. The evil that overtook him was too great. Death would be his only salvation." Anduin watched as Deathwing fell at the hands of the united champions of Azeroth. The sights were so spectacular, he had lost the ability to speak for some moments. Instantly, they were back in their time, Wrathion still holding his chin, his red eyes still glaring at his own.
"I..."Anduin panted heavily, still speechless.
"There is a time where we all have to make the decision. Where is the line drawn? What makes one good or evil?"
Anduin remained silent the whole way back to the tavern. The warm air washed over him comfortingly and the smell of fresh soup filled his nostrils. But, he was not hungry. The thought of a corruption so deep haunted his mind and shook his spirit. He went up the stairs slowly and lay in a cot provided for him. Thoughts of what have been, are, and could be kept running mercilessly through his mind. Could death really be the only salvation for some?
"Anduin…" Wrathion spoke softly, approaching the young prince slowly. "I hope I haven't upset you too terribly. I realize that was quite insensitive of me, not to ask you first or prepare you for the sights."
"You've done nothing wrong, Wrathion…Just, the thought of a hatred, an anger… a corruption so deep that it can not be saved by anything, not even the light…? It chills my very bones."
"He was an example, Anduin. An example of what could be if we do not analyze and conquer our willpower and the powers we are all capable of."
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